A fan-fiction
The wheels of my small red car glistened as the moonlight above reflected off of them while I was driving my usual commute back home. I had gotten off late from work at the 60's themed diner I'm a server at, but this is fairly normal considering how understaffed we are. While I was thinking about my next shift, I felt my phone vibrate in the cup holder and immediately retrieve it. I know what you're thinking: "she's such a bad driver, texting and driving." I never respond, I just read the messages, okay? I open the message, and am met with nostalgia. Admittedly annoying memories, but nostalgic all the less. What I come to find is a chain message sent to other people as well, stating that I must look into a mirror and repeat "Harry, Harry, Harry." There was more following that sentence but I almost hit a curb. I kind of laugh and put my phone down, immediately thinking someone sent this for ironic purposes. It is a little odd that the number it was sent from isn't in my contacts list, but it might be a pathetic prank.
What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction began playing on the radio, which immediately felt fitting for the chain message I had received. I had never participated in one before, but since I was alone and nobody could mock me, I figured why not. I slow my car and look into the mirror, staring back into my own eyes. Hesitating slightly, I then began to chant; "Harry, Harry... Harry." I finished.
Nothing happened of course. I look back to the road and immediately gasp, swerving quickly out of the way of a deer family, almost hitting them. After driving a mile down I brake, gasping for air for the horror that had almost ensued. I shouldn't have looked away from the road. Suddenly I heard a shuffle from behind me, which was weird because I shouldn't have anything in the backseat. "What the heck.." I mumble to myself, about to turn around to look. "Wot issit?" Replied a British voice from behind me. I froze in my seat, feeling cold fear seep into my senses. I definitely was alone earlier. I slowly look into my rear view mirror once more to find a blue eyed man with scraggly brown hair sitting in my back seat.
It was fucking Harry Styles. However, something was different. I squinted and blinked, but nothing changed. His pupils were glowing a dark shade of red. Harry's blue veins were visibly present everywhere on his body, including his face. Something wasn't right. Before I could reach for my car door to escape, the last words I would ever hear again were the following:
"I can't be your Sweet Creature"
