Suddenly, a wild Myla appears/"The Scarf" -- a Harry Styles one shot

Yes.

Tis me.

Yes I've been absent.

I've been busy.

Busy = TUMBLRTUMBLRTUMBLRFOODSLEEPTUMBLRTUMBLR

Anyhoo, I am done with my fanfiction class and in the process, I wrote two stories (both about One Direction aND HUSH IT'S A "FANFICTION" CLASS I'M SUPPOSED TO WRITE THEM OKAY okay) so I'll post one now, and next Thursday (when I'm actually supposed to post -- AMAZING). So yeah. Enjoy. (Note: White Eskimo was Harry's band before One Direction - look it up on YouTube to see a fetus I mean baby I mean young Harry Styles.)

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It’s just a scarf.

That’s all, right?

But it’s not.

It has a story.

It holds the past.

It was there from the very beginning.

From where it all started.

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“Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks,” Chris Martin sang into my ears as I paced backstage. I adjusted my scarf again and tugged at the hem of my shirt as another lady came off stage in tears. Her family led her away as the next man walked out in front of the crowd. As he started to sing, I turned away and started another lap around the small space in the side of the platform.

I had smiled earlier when we arrived, when I was interviewed. But now reality sank in. I was really doing this.

“Harry,” a warm voice called out to me, interrupting "Clocks." My mother glided over to me and gently pulled the earbud out of my left ear. “You need to relax, sweetheart. Everything will be fine, right?” She kissed me on the cheek as I put my earbuds and my iPod away.

I crossed the room to the wall and slid down it ‘til I was sitting down. I bit my lip as my eyes scanned the floor. I ran a hand through my hair. The man from earlier came off the stage with a smug look on his face. He sneered at me as he walked away, his (I’m assuming) mother and grandmother chattering happily.

I closed my eyes as the next boy, some blonde I saw earlier who told me his name which I’d now forgotten, walked on stage. He started singing way better than I could ever do. My breathing quickened as I listened to him belt out his lyrics. I can’t do this, I can’t do this. But I had to. It was too late to turn back.

I hummed my song under my breath. Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful? My hands shook as I pulled at a loose thread from the olive green material of my scarf. I watched the clock on the wall, the big hand ticking by slowly.

From out of nowhere, I felt nauseous. I quickly stood up, mumbling “Be right back…” to my mum, and ran to the bathroom. I fell to the tile floor and leaned over the cold porcelain of the toilet to empty my stomach. My churning stomach growled at the crowd outside. I turned my head to rest my cheek on the seat. What was I doing?

“Harry?” a young girl’s voice called from outside.

“Yeah?” I warbled back. My sister walked in, watching me with worried eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I can’t do it, Gemma. I just can’t.” I said, relieving my throat by undoing my scarf and standing up.

“Yes you can,” she said, rubbing my back as I rinsed out my mouth. “You’ve come this far, what with White Eskimo and all that.” I sucked in my cheeks as I turned to face her. “You can do this, Harry. Just turn on the ol’ charm, right?” she smiled.

“I guess,” I said, blowing out my breath.

We walked back to the side of the stage. “You all right, love?” my mum asked.

“As all right as I can get,” I replied, wrapping my scarf around my neck once more and smiling.

“Harry Styles?” a man called from the curtains.

I turned to my mother once more. “It’s okay; you’ll do fine,” she said, kissing both my cheeks.

“And we’ll still love you even if you don’t,” my stepfather said, slapping me on the back as my mum elbowed him, scowling.

“Thanks,” I mumbled as my sister’s arms enveloped me.

Go out there, Harry. Go on out there and show them what you can do. I know you can do it,” she whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and inhaled – this was the last time I would see her without me possibly not being worldwide known. I reluctantly let go of her as the stage manager pulled me towards the stage. She had tears in her eyes as she mouthed “I love you.”


I bit my lip as I turned to face the stage. We stood there for a short amount of time until the blonde boy from earlier walked off stage, grinning. “Good luck!” he said. I believe his name was Niall….

The man nudged me. “You’re up.”

I turned back one last time to face my family and mouthed “I love you too,” and then walked on stage.

The spotlight blinded me, but I could see them.

“Hello.”

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So to some people it might just be a scarf.

Heck, it is just a scarf, even to me.

But it has the memories.

It has the memories of the beginning.

~

Well that was fun, wasn't it?

If you want to see Harry's audition, click on the galloping llama (it opens in a new window don't worry). (if you pause the video at 2:33, (from left to right) that's Harry's stepdad, his mum, and Gemma)

I'm off to cry because hARRY WAS ONCE 16 AND NOW HE'S 18 AND MY BABY'S ALL GROWN UP AND HARRY YOU IDIOT WHY DID YOU WEAR THAT SCARF AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN WIN THE X FACTOR BUT LOOK WHERE THEY ARE I DON'T SEE MATT CARDLE WITH SCREAMING GIRLS ALL AROUND HIM OKAY I'M DOne.

Myla xxox

A Knife in the Dark part 16 (Sean)

A boy looked at his dead friend. Tears ran down his face.
“No!” he yelled as his sister polled him away. He kicked at her, screamed at her to let him go.
“They're dead! Let them go!” His sister yelled at him. She hit his neck, and he fell into her arms. She wouldn't let her little brother awaken. She held him as she cried in the rain. A boy came and sat next to her.
“I am sorry they died.”
“Me too.” The girl hugged him.
“He thought of them as a sibling.”
“I think we all did.” The boys younger sister, A girl with a cut on her arm, helped her brother up. They said goodbye, and left the girl with her unconscious brother in the rain. The girl woke up her brother.
“Wake up.” He woke up and looked up at his older sister. A rain drop hit his eye and he closed it quickly.
“why did they have to die?”
“Everything dies.”
“Not them, they stood up to a giant and didn't die! They should still be alive. It should have killed me instead!” The girl frowned.
“No, if you had died I wouldn't be alive. They saved your life.” The boy started to cry at his sisters words. She hugged him tight.
“Why do you think you were chosen to lead the group to save Princes Rose?”
“Because I was the first to get my hole group out in the contest.”
“And why was that?”
“I let my group leave me behind as I fought the dragon.”
“Why did you stay to fight the dragon?”
“I was brave.” the girl nodded.
“Yes, you are brave.”
“No! They are!” He pointed at his died friend. “They are the hero! Not some drop out like me!” he stood up and looked down at his sister.
“You lie to me! You say that you care! But you don't! You tell me I am brave! But I am not! I hate you!”
“Brother please,”
“No!” his eyes glowed green. The rain stopped poring, and made a sphere around him.
“Brother! No!”
“Are you asking me to stop? To late.” A supernova of water drowned his sister.
“You will never lie to me again.”
Sean opened his eyes. His visions had been getting worse. Always the same boy, but at different points in his life. All of these in a blink of an eye. He sat down.
“What's wrong?” Lucy came over and sat next to him. “Sean? You okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
“Sean, you're my twin. I can tell when something is wrong with you.”
“What is you're name?” sean said too himself. “Why do I keep seeing you all the time?”
“Sean? We have to help Jon.” Kate said from the end of the room. She looked down at her older brother. He was about to die, and Sean was siting on the ground because of something the no one knows about.
“I'm sorry Kate. I can't.”
“Sean, we need you. You're the only one that has a chance of saving him.”
“I'm sorry, I'm so, sorry.” his head started to spin again, and he closed his eyes for a second. That was his mistake. The world faded into a cold room. The same boy stood in the corner. His green eyes shimmered in cool light. He was older this time. His eyes fallowed a shadow around the room, but the rest of him didn't move. The shadow stopped moving. It's form changed until it was the shadow of a girl. It oped it's moth and no words came out. But the boy nodded as if he understood it perfectly.
“I know, but how can I do it?” the shadow responded and this time it spoke in a deep, hard voice.
“Kill the boy, he watches us,” the boy looked at Sean. But that couldn't be right. It was only a dream.
“Kill him! Kill him now! He try's to wake, but I can fix that.” Sean felt like the world was fading again but he wasn't waking up, he was falling asleep. When the world came back, he was on a bus. The boy was now around 11. The boy looked at a girl next to him.
“Were are we going?” She looked at him like he was crazy. “What? I want to know.”
“I wasn't looking at you.” the boy looked at Sean. Fear creeped into his mind. Sean couldn't say anything, move or figure out how he recognized the girl.
“What are you doing here?!” the girl yelled. Everyone on the bus stared at him.
“Who are you, and why do I keep seeing you?” the boy muttered to himself. Sean tried to say the same thing but he still couldn't say a thing.
“Let me through!” A man came out of nowhere.
“you! Who are you?!” Sean opened his moth and to his surprise he could speak.
“I- oh, I can talk. Nice.”
“Run! Run, Sean! Run for your life!” the girl yelled.
“How do you know my name?”
“Run!” the man grabbed her neck.
“You're not going anywhere.” he lunged on him. Sean's contest training took over. He side stepped, and hit the man's back with his fist. Or that was the plan. When Sean stepped out of the way, the man grabbed Sean's arm and poled him down with him.
“You can't get away that easily.”
“Who are you? I mean, I know that this is not where I should be. But you are, I don't know. Different then anyone I have ever faced before?”
“So, you have had many battles? I knew it! You're a criminal!”
“What? No, oh no. Now you think, oh no.” the man gave him an evil look.
“Thats right boy. You're going back.”
“Look, all I want to know is who the hell he is!” he pointed at the boy.
“Him? He is no one.” The man tried to attack again, but Sean was to fast for him. He docked as the man tried to punch him, then hit him in the stomach.
“Nice try.”
“Who are you?”
“I told you. Sean, 506.” he looked back at the girl, and he knew who the were.
“Now, Sean. I am not impressed.” she gave him a big hug.
“I almost didn't recognize you.” she did a fake gasp.
“How can you do that to me? I am your girlfriend, aren't I?”
“I wouldn't say that. How did you get in my dream?”
“I have my ways.” she leaned in, but Sean pushed her away. She pouted.
“No.”
“Why not.”
“You're older then me.”
“Only by a year.”
“So.”
“You dream of me?”
“I try not to.” she kissed his cheek.
“That's not vary romantic.”
“I didn't think this was romantic.”
“Well, I am telling you now that it is.”
“I don't know what I think of that.”
“Be happy for once.” she kissed him, and he turned rad.
“Anna, did you just kiss me?”
“Oh, look who's waking up now.”
“Good, this was just to strange.”
With a jolt Sean opened his eyes. No time had past like normal, but the thought of Anna was stock in his mind. He walked over to Kate, Lucy, Anna, and Jon.
“What happened for the hour I was gone, oh sorry. What happened for the second I was gone.”
“Sean are you okay? You're blushing?” said Lucy.
“Yeah, I'm fine. But Jon isn't. How can I help?”
“Well, he is burning up from the inside out. There isn't much we can do.” said Kate.
“We could try, I don't know what to do.” Said Anna as she started to cry.
“Hey, everything will be fine.” Said Sean. He put his arm around her. He felt a little awkward, but she leaned in to him. Jon exhaled a ball of smoke. A body started to form in the smoke. The smoke spiraled around into closed eyes. They opened showing smoky gray. A face, and them a body formed in the smoke. They fell out, groaned, opened their gray eyes, and stood up. Everyone looked at this person that had been formed from smoke. Jon coughed, the man made of smoke flickered.
“Jon?” said the smoke man.
“Are you really there, or am I imagining you?”
“I'm real Katy Kat.” she turned to her friends, they looked as confused as she was.
“What happened to your eyes?”
“I am made of all that left of Jon, smoke. If he hadn't made me, Jon would die, and all that would be left would be the fire.” The smoke man looked at Jon.
“He used the last of his life to bring me back.”
“No! Jon, don't leave me here.” She cried over her brothers body. The smoke man put his hand on her shoulder.
“I'm so, sorry Kate.” she hugged him.
“Bring him back! Now!”
“Kate, I can't.”
“You killed him! So save him!”
“Kate.”
“Why, because I couldn't save you!”
“No, Kate please. No one could have saved me.”
“Go away! I don't need you anymore!”
“I know you don't need me, but I need you Kate.” she cried on his shoulder.
“I'm sorry, Eli.”

Machine. Chapter one. The kids in the dumpster.

Tell me what you think! This is the first story I've written that my brother actually likes. Hope you enjoy it too!

Chapter 1

The middle of a perfectly normal day ended when a girl ran into the CVS where I was buying some gum and, ran to me, panting and said “What year is it?!”

“Um... Two-thousand-twelve.” I said at a loss. A grin spread across her face as she ran back out the door, screaming “It works! It works!”

I blinked a few times before setting my gum down on a random table and walking out of the CVS. I saw the girl running down the street, still screaming. People watched her and I ran after her.

She ran into an ally and when I followed her, I saw a dumpster. She opened the lid and shouted “It's twenty-twelve! We did it!”

A boy stood, grinning and he climbed out of the dumpster. He looked at me and said “Who're you?”

“Uh, Janelle.” I replied. “Who are you?”

“I'm Grace and that's Matthew.” said the girl. She was wearing a brown woven cap and had black hair. She had on a white tee with the black picture of a woman. Over this tee was a pinstriped vest that closed with two hooks at the bottom. Her skirt was ruffled and blue and her leggings were black. She was wearing knee-length dark gray socks and purple and white sneakers. The boy, Matthew, was wearing a blue tee with black robotic designs, worn denim jeans and green sneakers. He also had dark brown hair that went to his shoulders.

They both had glasses on. Hers were black and rectangle with white on the inside and jewel flowers on the sides. His were just plain black and the sides were made of a black wire. There eyes were brown. Hers were lighter than his.

“What's your last name?” I asked.

“Blake.” Grace said, shrugging. “We're from the year twenty-one-twenty-one.”

I blinked and said “How?”

“This.” she said and she patted the dumpster. I blinked and said “That?”

“Yup.” Matthew said, looking annoyed. “Gray, I thought we weren't going to tell anyone here.”

“Oh, yeah... Oops.” Grace said. “Sorry, Math.”

“Are you two brother and sister?” I asked.

“Twins.” they both said at the same time.

I stared at the dumpster. It was unusually clean.

“Want to come in?” Grace asked.

“I'll pass.” I said. She shrugged and climbed to the rim and jumped in. To my great shock, her head disappeared. Matthew smiled and said “Yup.” and I said “Okay, I'm going in.” and I climbed in.

But I fell down and down and down, screaming. I hit something and bounced up and then down and up and down until I finally stopped. I was on a trampoline. I climbed off and looked around.

It looked complicated. There were buttons and knobs everywhere on the walls. There was a long, tube-like thing in the middle of the room and rooms led off.

Grace had walked over to a knob and turned. She smiled and said “I knew you'd come. C'mon. I'll show you around.

“This is the main control room. This is where we travel.”

“Like... Time travel?” I asked. She laughed and said “Oh, not just that. We can go wherever you like, whenever you like. This was just our first run, but it works.”

“Where did you get it?” I asked. She shifted uncomfortably. “Um... It's not... Exactly... Ours.”

“You stole a time machine?” I asked with a laugh.

“No! We just... Borrowed it.” Grace said.

“Dude, we stole it.” said Matthew, climbing down a ladder from the top. He jumped onto the trampoline.

“We're returning it.” Grace insisted.

“Why? They already know it's gone.” he said.

“Who?” I asked.

“Them. The Others.” Matthew said. “Look, the future isn't that great.”

“In the year Twenty-one-ten, the Others came to earth. They took over everything. They enslaved the humans and so forth. But there are some humans who rebel. We were trained by these humans and a few Others have joined us. Math and I were taught by one of the Others how this thing works. We sneaked into the Other's Capitol and stole this. This is the first time we've traveled.” said Grace.

“But the Others have probably noticed our theft and they're after us.” said Matthew.

Grace sighed and said “Yeah. And now we'll be running for the rest of our lives. Ah, well. May at least have fun while doing it.”

She showed me the rest and then we ended up back in the control room again.

“So, you wanna come?” she asked, a grin spreading over her face and her eyes sparkling behind her glasses.