Fall In Love One More Time
Maranda...
Maranda's Point of View:
I saw Harry and 'that' walking down the sidewalk. So I thought I would say hello. "Harry" I said walking up behind them. They both stopped right in there tracks.
Misty's Point of View:
I think I know that voice I thought to myself. Harry and I turned around at the same time. I looked at the girl. It was Maranda we used to be friends once upon a time. I looked at Harry. "Baby, I thought you were coming over tonight." She whined. I could feel tears coming. He didn't. He wouldn't. "What are you talking about?! I told you I was with Misty and to leave me alone. Now what part of that did you not understand.? Oh wait, none of it because you're here right now." Harry yelled at her. I knew it. He wouldn't do that. Then she came closer and yelled, "What does she have that I don't Styles?! I don't understand. Why would you pick 'that' over me?!" She called me every name in the book. And then kissed Harry. That was it. I finally got enough of it. I punched her right in the face and kept punching her even when she fell to the ground I got on top of her and kept hitting. Then I heard Brooke yelling my name, but I didn't care. Harry tried pulling me off, but eventully gave up. "Don't. *punch* Come. *punch* Near. *punch* My. *punch* Family. *punch* And. *punch* Boyfriend. *punch* Again." I said as I punched her repeatedley. Just as I was about to hit her again. I heard sirens. Cops came over and pulled me off of her. They cuffed me. And the cop said, "Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law." "Misty! The boys and girls and I will follow the cops to the station okay babe!" Harry yelled. Maranda was put into an ambulance, I guess I beat on her face pretty hard...
Harry's Point of View:
Seeing Misty mad was extremely sexy. Her beating the crap out of that girl. Wow. We all followed the cops to the station. My baby was in cuffs, was it sexy? Yes. But I'm the only one allowed to put handcuffs on her. When we got inside the station the investigator wanted to question us. All of us. "So how did this all start? Why did your girlfriend almost kill that girl?" the investigator asked. "She kissed me. And she was calling her names. Misty has a bad temper. She didn't mean to almost kill her. Maranda just made her upset. Just please let her come home." I told him then begged. "We still have to question the others, but thank you we'll take your statement into consideration." the investigator said. I walked out and then Brooke walked in.
Brooke's Point of View:
"Look before you ask me any questions, I just want to say that the stupic bi**h deserved it.!" I yelled. He stared shocked. "Well okay then..." He said. I walked out not really caring about what he had to say. Then the rest of them made their way in and out of the interrigation room. They should just let her out... I thought to myself. Niall came up to me. "She's gonna get out ya know? They can't leave her in here. She doesn't have record or anything. She's a good person." He said reassurring me. "I know. I just hate this. Maranda is stupid cunt who needs to stay out of people's lives.... I just... Ughhhh..." I said.
Misty's Point of View:
They just got through questioning me. Harry paid my bail. Maranda deserved what she got. She made her bed, now she can lay in it. And I hope there's needles and thorns in the bed too... Like my simile. NO?! I don't give a crap.! Ughh... I'm so mad. I've never been this upset before I know I have a bad temper, but I didn't realize it was this bad. "Hey babe ready to go home.?" I heard Harry ask breaking me from my thoughts. When we were walking out to his car he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine, "You looked so hot, when you were beating the crap out her ya know? Oh and next time you want handcuffs on, talk to me about it I'm sure we could arrange something." I blushed as I got into the car. We drove in a comfortable silence on the way back to my house. We were inside on the couch cuddling when I realized something. "Harry what is the press going to say about this? Or your managment? They could make us break up. Or what about L.A.? What's he going to say to me? He'll be so disappointed in me. And my parents. Oh, my parents they'll be most disappointed of everyone." I just kept on rambling. Harry ended up shutting me up with a kiss. Then I saw my face on the tv. "Turn it up Harry." I told him. He did as I said. "Harry Styles ex girlfriend, Brookie NIcole's best friend and fellow popstar Misty Dawn to her fans known as 'Bubbles' was seen entering a police station and then leaving an hour and a half later with none other than Harry Styles himself. Witnesses say-" I shut off the tv. I didn't want hear it anymore. I was crying hystarically. Gosh I'm a complete mess. Why would Harry want me? "Because I love you Misty. You get me, and I love how yor not afraid to say or do what's on your mind. And you are a mess a hot one and that's why I love you. You're perfectly imperfect." He said. I guess I said that out loud, I do that a lot. "You did and yes you do." He said whlist laughing. I snuggled into his chest and he picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room he layed me down on my bed and then undressed and got in beside me. I fell asleep with only one thing on my mind. Harold Edward Styles.
I saw Harry and 'that' walking down the sidewalk. So I thought I would say hello. "Harry" I said walking up behind them. They both stopped right in there tracks.
Misty's Point of View:
I think I know that voice I thought to myself. Harry and I turned around at the same time. I looked at the girl. It was Maranda we used to be friends once upon a time. I looked at Harry. "Baby, I thought you were coming over tonight." She whined. I could feel tears coming. He didn't. He wouldn't. "What are you talking about?! I told you I was with Misty and to leave me alone. Now what part of that did you not understand.? Oh wait, none of it because you're here right now." Harry yelled at her. I knew it. He wouldn't do that. Then she came closer and yelled, "What does she have that I don't Styles?! I don't understand. Why would you pick 'that' over me?!" She called me every name in the book. And then kissed Harry. That was it. I finally got enough of it. I punched her right in the face and kept punching her even when she fell to the ground I got on top of her and kept hitting. Then I heard Brooke yelling my name, but I didn't care. Harry tried pulling me off, but eventully gave up. "Don't. *punch* Come. *punch* Near. *punch* My. *punch* Family. *punch* And. *punch* Boyfriend. *punch* Again." I said as I punched her repeatedley. Just as I was about to hit her again. I heard sirens. Cops came over and pulled me off of her. They cuffed me. And the cop said, "Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law." "Misty! The boys and girls and I will follow the cops to the station okay babe!" Harry yelled. Maranda was put into an ambulance, I guess I beat on her face pretty hard...
Harry's Point of View:
Seeing Misty mad was extremely sexy. Her beating the crap out of that girl. Wow. We all followed the cops to the station. My baby was in cuffs, was it sexy? Yes. But I'm the only one allowed to put handcuffs on her. When we got inside the station the investigator wanted to question us. All of us. "So how did this all start? Why did your girlfriend almost kill that girl?" the investigator asked. "She kissed me. And she was calling her names. Misty has a bad temper. She didn't mean to almost kill her. Maranda just made her upset. Just please let her come home." I told him then begged. "We still have to question the others, but thank you we'll take your statement into consideration." the investigator said. I walked out and then Brooke walked in.
Brooke's Point of View:
"Look before you ask me any questions, I just want to say that the stupic bi**h deserved it.!" I yelled. He stared shocked. "Well okay then..." He said. I walked out not really caring about what he had to say. Then the rest of them made their way in and out of the interrigation room. They should just let her out... I thought to myself. Niall came up to me. "She's gonna get out ya know? They can't leave her in here. She doesn't have record or anything. She's a good person." He said reassurring me. "I know. I just hate this. Maranda is stupid cunt who needs to stay out of people's lives.... I just... Ughhhh..." I said.
Misty's Point of View:
They just got through questioning me. Harry paid my bail. Maranda deserved what she got. She made her bed, now she can lay in it. And I hope there's needles and thorns in the bed too... Like my simile. NO?! I don't give a crap.! Ughh... I'm so mad. I've never been this upset before I know I have a bad temper, but I didn't realize it was this bad. "Hey babe ready to go home.?" I heard Harry ask breaking me from my thoughts. When we were walking out to his car he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine, "You looked so hot, when you were beating the crap out her ya know? Oh and next time you want handcuffs on, talk to me about it I'm sure we could arrange something." I blushed as I got into the car. We drove in a comfortable silence on the way back to my house. We were inside on the couch cuddling when I realized something. "Harry what is the press going to say about this? Or your managment? They could make us break up. Or what about L.A.? What's he going to say to me? He'll be so disappointed in me. And my parents. Oh, my parents they'll be most disappointed of everyone." I just kept on rambling. Harry ended up shutting me up with a kiss. Then I saw my face on the tv. "Turn it up Harry." I told him. He did as I said. "Harry Styles ex girlfriend, Brookie NIcole's best friend and fellow popstar Misty Dawn to her fans known as 'Bubbles' was seen entering a police station and then leaving an hour and a half later with none other than Harry Styles himself. Witnesses say-" I shut off the tv. I didn't want hear it anymore. I was crying hystarically. Gosh I'm a complete mess. Why would Harry want me? "Because I love you Misty. You get me, and I love how yor not afraid to say or do what's on your mind. And you are a mess a hot one and that's why I love you. You're perfectly imperfect." He said. I guess I said that out loud, I do that a lot. "You did and yes you do." He said whlist laughing. I snuggled into his chest and he picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room he layed me down on my bed and then undressed and got in beside me. I fell asleep with only one thing on my mind. Harold Edward Styles.
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2/4/14