You Have a Stalker (NOT MINE)

                                    

                                          
NOT MINE THIS IS FROM TUMBLR
                          

                          
Harry: Walking down the street towards the coffee shop you’re supposed to meet Harry at, that feeling you’ve been having for the past several month’s crawls up your spine. You turn your head, eyes searching the faces behind you before you shake yourself of the feeling. Harry greets you once you step inside the warm shop, the aroma of coffee calming you until he’s wrapping you in his arms. “Alright love?” he questions against your neck and you can’t lie anymore. “I keep getting these feelings like, like someone’s watching me. It’s starting to freak me out” you sigh and Harry’s concerned eyes worry you more than the feelings you’ve been getting. “What?” you ask. “I… not here” he tells you, leading you from the coffee shop to the safety of his apartment. “I’ve been getting these phone calls lately, the caller never says much just ‘she’s mine’ or ‘you don’t really love her’ and then they hang up. I didn’t think much of them but… perhaps I should’ve” Harry explains, clutching your trembling fingers and tears fill your eyes. “Don’t worry love, nothing will happen to you.  Someone’s just a little high strung with you which is easy to see,” he teases with a smile. “But you’ll always be safe with me, I made you a promise and I intend to keep it.”
                          

                          
Liam: You sigh, biting your lip nervously as Liam appears with another black rose. You’ve been getting these roses periodically for a year; nothing more and nothing less. Just a black rose. You’d assumed that since you were traveling with Liam and the boys for their world tour, the deliveries would stop. However, this is the third one you’ve gotten. “There’s a note with this one,” Liam tells you cautiously, handling the note carefully and you nod for him to read it. “You can’t escape that easily. I’ll always find you” Liam says, looking to find you in tears and he crushes the rose as he’s done with all the rest. “We have to tell Paul about this now, this is getting serious” he instructs you and while you want to pretend all of this is a dream, that none of it is real, you know he’s right.
                          

                          
Niall: You’re blissfully unaware of the person snapping photos of you. Niall has his lips pressed to your jaw, pressing you back against the railing over looking the Italian sea and you’re incredibly happy. This person has been there the entirety of your holiday with Niall, lurking in the shadows and intruding on your happy moments. You’re giggling as you and Niall stumble into the hotel room over looking the city, the warm air of the open window filling the room. “What’s this?” Niall questions, picking up the envelope on the table as you press against his side. “What the fuck?” he shouts, riffling through photo after photo of you throughout the holiday. “Niall” you question softly, leaning back into the couch as he riffles through photos from months ago. “It’s alright” he says, tossing the photos to the floor to comfort you as you sob.
                          

                          
Louis: ‘It’s beautiful, thank you =) ,’ you text him after finding the Tiffany’s pendant set in the small teal box on your pillow. ‘What are you thanking me for exactly?’ He texts back, leaving you with a confused look on your face. Before you can answer his message you notice a note on the night stand. You’re name in written on the front, but not in Lou’s handwriting. ‘Longing for the day you’re mine, but I’m always watching..waiting’ is written on the inside, again not in your boyfriend’s handwriting. You stare at it mostly in shock as well as confusion. You call Lou to ask him about the gift and the note. “Is this some kind of joke?” You say not bothering to say ‘hi’. “What are you talking about?” He asks. You explain what you had come home to and when he had told you that he had nothing to do with it, it’s then you began to worry. You walk over to the window after hanging up with him, and notice a dark figure standing under the large tree in your garden. Your eyes widen and you slowly walk back to your phone. ‘Get home now’ you text Lou before calling the police.
                          

                          
Zayn: “(y/n)?” Zayn calls from behind the computer. “Yeah you say looking up from your magazine. “Do you know this guy?” He asks scooting away from the computer. You get up out of the bed and walk over, sitting on his lap. “No, why?” You ask after looking closely at the picture. “He’s always in your pictures,” Zayn explains, scrolling down through all of your paparazzi pictures. You think back to when and where all of these different pictures had been taken but you can’t remember seeing the man that is clearly in every one of the pictures on the screen. “Wait, that’s ones from Florida?” You say pointing to one of you and him on the beach with the mystery guy still in the background. “That’s creepy as hell,” Zayn says looking around for his phone. “What are you doing?” You ask watching him as he searches the desk. “Making sure this guy, whoever he is, goes the fuck away,” he explains finding his phone and calling Paul.