I Wish.. by Jessica Pham (thriller novels to read txt) 📕

He looked at me, “You coming?”

“Nah, I think I’ll go home and go to bed early.” I replied. “Cool.” He said. They guys made a U turn and walked into the crowd that was already forming. “Oh my god! It’s Harry Styles!! AHH!” some of the fans shrieked. Oh god.

I walked faster and headed towards the back door. Just a few more steps…

And then BAM. The fans circled around me, thrusting pieces of paper and pens at my face. “Can I have your autograph?!” “Gosh! You’re so hot!” Some were even throwing themselves at me.

Usually, this would’ve made my day, but I didn’t feel like it today. I smiled weakly for the cameras and pushed through the crowds. “Sorry guys!” I said. They started shouting ‘Nooo!!’ And I was now running. I looked around and tried to spot a familiar car. We drove here in a beat up truck so we could blend in. My eyes scanned the small alleyway while I was running.

There. I found it. I ran as fast as I could and threw the door open. “Drive driver, drive! And step on it!” I commanded. But instead of the mean and old driver I was used to, a cute girl with black emo hair turned around from the driver’s seat. “What the heck are you doing in here?! Get. Out!” she yelled. I heard music blasting through the speakers. Aw, crap. The fans were now in the parking lot and headed our way. “DRIVE!” I yelled as loud as I could. She and I looked to the side and saw the screaming fans. She pulled the stick down and drove like there was no tomorrow.

Chapter 7

(Harry's POV)

“How the hell did you get in my car?” she asked. She was furious. I could visibly see her take deep breaths through her nose. “Well, I opened the door…” I started. “You know what I mean!” she yelled. “Geez, don’t get your panties in a knot.” I teased, trying to light up her mood. “You saw it, I was mobbed by fans, I needed to find my car, but I got into the wrong one.” I explained.

“Aren’t you supposed to be used to all this attention?” she mumbled. I smirked. “Oh man! Crap!” she exclaimed. “What? What, WHAT?!” I yelled. Did the paparazzi find me? Did the fans? How could they find me so fast?

“I forgot my sister!” she said. I started laughing. She was probably too busy admiring my charming looks and totally forgot about her sister. She gave me a death glare and her next words shocked me. “Get. Out.”

By now, my mouth was wide open like a fish in the desert sand. I blew out a breath, “You’re kidding me, right?”

“No. I’m not. I don’t ‘kid’ around.” She replied, her voice dripping with hate. Yeesh. Someone’s grumpy. She stopped the car in the middle of the road, where all the people were, and unlocked the door. “Out.” Was all she said. “Heck nah!” I argued. I stayed where I was and crossed my arms, “I’m not going anywhere.”

She was doing that nose breathing thing again. She probably gets angry a lot. All of a sudden, she swung her door open and walked over to the backseat and opened the door. “Get out.” She said, her voice really low for a girl. Why wasn’t my hotness affecting her?

“No.”

Her lips formed a tight line. “Fine then, be that way.” she said as she grabbed my arms and tugged as hard as she could. I pulled back the opposite direction. “Get your pretty butt out!” she yelled through gritted teeth. “No! I don’t wanna get mobbed!” I protested. “Who gives?!” she yelled. Well, her way of talking is pretty strange... “Apparently millions and millions of fans!” I yelled back. By now, there was a little crowd forming and some girls were full on shrieking, “Harry!!” She was finally able to yank me out of the truck (pshh, only because I let her) and she was pulling so hard, she fell on the sidewalk with me.

She groaned from underneath me and pushed me off of her, “You're fat.” She spat. I sat there, stunned, while the crowd of people was trying to get a picture of and with me. She got up, and walked away as fast as she could.

I stared after her. She’s got a nice bum!

It swayed as she walked angrily away. Why hadn’t she reacted like other people? Usually, they would both scream and try to get a picture or video of me, or they would try to play it off cool.

She didn’t do any of that.

I was finally able to shove my way past the screaming girls, but the girl was already in her truck and driving away. I don’t even know her name… I thought. The crowd finally broke apart I sprinted off in the direction of her car.

Something about that girl intrigues me… maybe because she hates me?

Chapter 8

(Harry's POV)

Thank god I was in track back in high school. I pounded my feet against the concrete, trying to breathe normally. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

I finally caught up with the truck. I reached over and pounded my fist against the window while still running. Look at me, I’m multitasking, Mum would be so proud. I was running, beating my fist against the truck’s window, looking in front of me so I didn’t run into something, glancing back at her, AND breathing deeply. My lungs felt like they were bursting out of my ribcage. She was driving and sometimes taking her eyes off the road and glancing at me. She was saying something but I couldn’t understand her.

I raised my hands up and yelled, “Stop the car!” She wouldn’t at first, but then when she saw that I wasn’t going to stop, she gave in. I must’ve ran at least 3 miles! I yanked open the door while panting, “You..” –pant- “are the…” –pant- “most evilest thing…” –pant- “I’ve ever encountered.” I hopped in and just sat there, trying to calm my breathing.

Once I caught it, I peeked at the girl. She was staring at her phone, and chewing her finger nail. She grunted and threw it on the ground. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “Like I said, my little 15-year-old sister is still back at the concert thingy.” She replied angrily. “I could ask one of my lads to drop her off at your house.” I offered. “Would you?” she asked. “Yeah, sure.” I got out my phone and went to contacts. I clicked on Lil’ Leprechaun. The phone started to ring and I waited. C’mon man, pick up!

“Vas happenin’ bro?” Zayn asked. “Why do you have Niall’s phone?” I asked. “He let me play on it.” Zayn replied. Sure, whatever you say…

“Can I talk to Niall?”

“Yeah, sure.” I heard him call Niall in the background.

“Hey man. You need something?” Niall said.

“Um, yeah. Where are you guys?” I asked.

“We just got away from the fans. We’re in the parking lot.”

“Do you have your car?” I asked.

“Yeah.. Zayn, and I are riding my car, Louis, Liam, and Danie are riding in Liam’s.” he answered.

“Um, I need to ask you a favor…” I started uneasily. This girl might murder me right now, -famous or not- if her sister isn’t picked up from the concert.

“Shoot.” He said.

“I need you to pick someone up.”

“Um, sure. I guess and Liam’s car could fit one more person.”

“Ok, so she’s…” I gave the phone to the girl for her to describe her little sister. “She has brown, curly hair. She’s kinda short. Her name is Rae.” The girl described. She gave the phone back to me. “Who was that?” Niall asked. “No one.” I said shortly.

“Right… sure.” He said slowly.

“Thanks man.” I said.

“No problem.” I hung up and looked over at the girl, she was texting someone. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Amber.” What a beautiful name.

I looked over at her phone; I know I’m being nosey, but still. This was how the conversation went:

Amber: Hey, you ok?
Rae: ya. y?
Amber: Umm..
Rae: ._. what
Amber: I don’t think imma be able to pick you up..
Rae: wat?? y!? D;
Amber: I’m in a situation I can’t seem to get rid of… :/
Rae: uh huh .-.
Amber: Someone else is gonna pick you up, kay?
Rae: who :/
Amber: Niall
Rae: WTF!?! REALLY?! NIALL, AS IN NIALL HORAN!?!!!!!???? AHHH!!
Amber: Yeah.. try not to blow up his eardrums, please.
Rae: How?! whaa,,.. how did you get him to…
Amber: Long story.
Rae: ok:(
Amber: Bye.
Rae: Buh bye!!!

“What the crap, man?” Amber yelled once she noticed that I was reading her texts. I raised an eyebrow. “So. Your sister likes us, but you don’t?”

“True that.” She said.

“Where do you live?” she asked. I gave her the directions and she started driving there. It was pretty hot in there, so she took off her sweatshirt and then BAM. Her tank lifted a little, that was enough for me to see her stomach. Her tank hugged all her curves, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I was drooling. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her boobies. She snapped her fingers in front of my face, “Eyes away, or I’ll dump you in the road like I did earlier.” I snapped my eyes away from her, and gulped. She smirked and turned her attention back on the road.

Chapter 9

(Harry's POV)

We arrived at the house and I snuck a glance at Amber and she rolled her eyes and muttered, “Rich people.” I looked back at the road. We came up to the gates. Bob, the guard there, stopped the car and made Amber roll down her window. She did, and she was really