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My orbs fluttered open, the sound of waves and the feeling of sand against my back.
“Ugh…” I groaned, holding my head, “What happened?” A flood of memories filled my brain. Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee) was the fairy prince, Harry Styles has fangs and his eyes turn red, Dick is alive for some reason.
“Mary Sue!” Zachary fluttered towards me, his wings were pastel pink with swirl patterns and glittering rhinestones (yeah, the same kind.) “Ich werde dich berühren?” He paused,
“Sorry, I mean, are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah I just..” I looked around me, the ocean lapped at the beach, the sand felt scratchy against my skin, “Where's…”
“The coward left.” Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee)’s eyes went dark, “Sein Penis war riesig… Sorry, forgot again. I mean that he just let go of my arm and swam away. I don’t know where he went.” Harry left, he kidnapped me from school and then left me. Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee) lifted me up, supporting my dizzy self with his strong body.
“Take me back to Harry’s house,” I mumbled, my legs swinging around limply as we walked.
“Seriously?” Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee) looked shocked, his forest green orbs went wide, “Back to his place?”
“The beds there are really comfy.” I mumbled, burying my face into Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee)’s chest. It was really warm. Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee) blushed, his now pointy ears turned pink and his cheeks flushed red. He quickly looked away but I saw everything. Zachary looked back at me as we continued to walk along the beach.
“Are you feeling any better now?” He asked, slowing his pace.
“Yeah,” I replied. Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee) gently put me down, the sand shifting around underneath me. I walked beside him in silence.
After a couple of hours of walking through town the two of us finally trudged our way to Harry’s mansion. It was entirely black, with sharp spires that extended high into the sky. Dark storm clouds perpetually loomed over it with lightning and thunder rumbling about and yet no rain appeared.
“It's usually nicer weather,” I said, my orbs widening with surprise, “I’ve never seen this before.”
“Little Harry is angry,” Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee) grumbled, clearly annoyed that I even decided to come back, “His home is his domain, he controls the environment. What a feigling. A coward.”
“I’m going to head inside Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee).” I said, taking his hand into mine and giving it a light pat, “I doubt he’d be any happy to see you.” His orbs softened and I let go.
“Mary Sue…” Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee) put a hand on my shoulder, “Hier, nimm das, take this.” He pressed a small dried flower into my hand.
“Thanks but,” I laughed, the kind of awkward laugh that you laugh when you receive something you don’t want but lowkey want to be chill and nonchalant about it if you know what I mean. That kind of laugh. “You know I don’t like flowers.” Cause I’m not like other girls.
“I know all too well, but this isn’t a regular flower.” He closed my hand around it gently, “In the fairy world is called a Botenblume, a messenger flower.” He smiled, “When you crush it I’ll try my best to be at your side as fast as I can.” I gingerly put the flower in my pants pocket afraid of smashing it.
“Thanks, Zachary (pronounced Za-car-ee).” I turned my back to him and walked up to the door.
“Goodbye, Mary Sue! Viel Glück, bleiben Sie in Sicherheit!” He called out, but before I could turn back around to return the farewell I heard a whoosh and he was already gone. The butt plug rhinestones sprawled across the pavement and the flower in my pocket being the only proof he was ever here in the first place. I sighed, my heart pounded anxiously as I walked up to the door. It was grand, giant, taller than Dick. Black, spiraling metal decorations outlined the door. It swirled into thorn patterns and incorporated into it was those damn rhinestones. I gently opened the door, it creaked loudly and took a lot of strength to open it but it's okay because I’m strong. I squeezed through the crack of the door and it shut with a thud behind me.
“Haro?” I said, my voice echoed throughout the main hall. The floor was covered in a blood red carpet and black chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Harry Styles is here, I could feel his threatening aura. I paused for a moment, the air thick with tension. Then I saw him, standing at the end of the hallway. He wore a black suit and fedora, his eyes a deep red.
“Hibachi Benihana Teriyaki? (You good cuh?)” I asked, my voice wavering.
“Nagasaki Okinawa Hokkaido Yokohama. (Nah.)” He replied, his voice echoed throughout the chamber, ringing in my ears.
“Karate Judo Sumo Samurai? (Why you run off cuh?)” I questioned, taking a step closer to him. I was so nervous.
“Nissan Honda Mitsubishi Subaru. (I’ve committed a grave sin cuh. I shall never recover, I will live with this guilt for the rest of my days and wallow in my misery. I don’t deserve to be your protector Mary Sue. Don’t follow me, I have some thinking to do.)”
“Hara-kiri Tsunami Kamikaze Banzai (What the hell.)”
“Yamaha Nikon Casio Aiwa Minolta Hitachi Seiko Toshiba (Yuh.)”
“BUDDHA! SHITAKE KIMONO! (You didn’t even do anything cuh!)”
“Tempura, Sushi, Sashimi! (Harry Styles out!)”
“FUJITSU! (BRO! COME BACK!)” I watched helplessly as Harry whipped out Dick once more and proceeded to Tarzan swing away from me using the chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The crystals adorned to them jingling with haunting tones as he faded further and further down the hall.
“Shit.” I sat myself on the soft floor, holding my head in my hands.
The next morning was awfully quiet. I ate my breakfast served to me by the many butlers and maids in the castle. The food was always extravagantly prepared, fancy things that I’d never even tried in my life, like sushi. Cause, I’m like poor and poor girls don’t get sushi. As much as I’d like to enjoy the peace and quiet for once in my life I couldn’t help but feel worried for Harry. I decided to miss school for the rest of the week, the servants said that they would deal with it so I’ve just been walking around the castle and exploring the place. I found myself wandering back to the library, the stack of books that I had left behind was still there. I walked over, curled into a little ball, and fell asleep. The smell of books comforting me.