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Booga Booga Time: The Clown Murderer, Part 2

*MATURE LANGUAGE* *FRIGHTENING STUFF TOO SCARY FOR YOUNG ONES* if you're younger than 16, I wouldn't recommend reading this. If you're younger than 16 and you read this, I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE for anything. I made the warning up top there.

I put that warning in part 1 as well.

Happy Halloween!!

-HarryStylesGF2417

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*couple days after the incident*

my pov

We were on the road on the bus for a while. I was on Skype with my BFF Ashley on my laptop while the boys were playing a card game that I was playing, but went out a couple rounds into it. At one point, we suddenly slowed down and stopped. The boys looked up confused as Harry looked out the blinds to an illuminated gas station with the dark moonless and starless sky hanging above.
"Anybody gotta take a dump or want anything in the store?" Paul asked. The rule on the bus was no dumps shall be made in the bus toilet. You'd have to wait for a gas station or a rest stop to do that.

Pretty much everybody had to use the bathroom or wanted something from inside the gas station. Harry did ask me,
"Want anything or need to use the loo, Chels?"
I simply shook my head no. He sighed before he walked off the bus and shut the door behind him, slamming it in the process. I could still hear faint talking outside the bus and I looked out and Harry was talking to Liam with their backs facing me.
"How much longer do you think she's gonna be pissed at me?" I heard Harry say. A few tears rolled down my face as he said that.
"Well, I think it depends on the severity of what you did." Liam responded. I sighed as their conversation died out while walking into the gas station. I went back to my conversation with Ashley.

*a few short minutes later*

"Do you think I'm being too hard on Harry?" I asked her.
"Well, he did scare the living shit out of you when he dressed as a scary clown and got in bed next to you. I don't like clowns, just like you, but really, it all depends on how badly scared you were." she said.
"It was pretty scary, but for some reason, I think I'm going about this in a childish manner." I responded.

Suddenly, the door to the tour bus opened with a slam. No footsteps right away, though.
"Harry?" I questioned. No response. I signaled to Ashley to be quiet. She nodded and hid out of view from the Skype camera. Suddenly, I seen a big blue shoe come up on the main floor of the bus and standing there was a scary-looking clown. White face with red around his mouth. Big red nose. Red cone-like hair sticking out both sides of his head. Blue outfit with white polka dots all over complete with white ruffles at the neck and ends of the sleeves and pant legs. Big blue shoes to top it all off. Harry had this same exact outfit on when he scared me in the hotel room.
"Harry? What did I tell you that night?"
No response from the clown. I could feel my heart beat getting faster and faster. The clown slowly walked closer and closer to me as I moved further back.
"Harry, please. Enough's enough. You know I don't like clowns."
The clown suddenly yielded out a big knife. I gasped and said,
"Okay, Harry. Don't you think you're going a bit too far with this?"
The clown still didn't respond as he stalked closer and closer to me still holding the knife. I looked out of the corner of my eye at Harry's bunk and there was a clown outfit. Oh shit. Maybe this isn't Harry dressed as a clown. I was breathing heavier and heavier until the clown suddenly went ahead and attempted to stab me. With quick thinking, I moved so the knife didn't stab me directly into my chest, but more my shoulder. I made a 'uh' noise as the knife went into my shoulder and I blacked out and fell to the floor, the last thing I heard being the clown's horrific laughter and him running off the tour bus like a maniac.

Harry's pov

Maybe I was going about the wrong way with trying to get Chelsea's attention that night. I already felt guilty about doing that to her. I knew she didn't like clowns and I used that to my advantage. I let out a sad sigh as we walked out of the gas station and started for the tour bus. We heard really weird laughter, and we turned our heads to the left to find some big maniac clown dancing around all weird and laughing creepily. It gave me the chills and when I looked back towards the bus, I noticed the door was open. Weird. I know I closed it. I know Chelsea didn't come into the gas station. Maybe she stepped out to get some air? No. She would've been where we could see her. I suddenly got a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach as Liam said,
"Wait, the door was shut when we walked in. Why is it open?"
"I have a bad feeling about this. I'll go first on the bus." I said as I slowly began to step onto the bus.
"Chelsea?" I said out loud. No response. Odd. She was on Skype with Ashley. I could only imagine that she'd still be on Skype with Ashley. I slowly stepped on the bus with the boys behind me and I looked around for anything that looked different. I called out her name once more as I looked towards the driver's seat and then, when I looked back towards the bunks, I saw an unpleasant sight. There, on the ground with a large knife sticking out of her shoulder with a shirt soaked in blood, was an unresponsive Chelsea. My hands flew to my mouth as I stood there in shock and screamed,
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!"
The boys came rushing onto the bus.
"What? What's the matter?" Liam said as they all came behind me and followed my shocked gaze.
"Oh my God." they all murmured.
"I'll call 911 and get the medic team." Louis said as he dug his phone out and walked back outside the bus.
"IT WAS THE CLOWN, HARRY!!!!" A loud voice suddenly said. I looked in the direction it came from and there was who I assumed was Ashley, with tears in her eyes. I looked back at Liam and Niall and Liam said,
"Niall and I will go tackle him. Where did he go?"
"I seen him go behind the gas station." I said as I fast-walked over to Chelsea, knelt down next to her and felt for a pulse and checked to see if she was breathing. To my relief, she had a pulse, even though it was very faint and she was breathing slow.
"LOUIS!! SHE HAS A FAINT PULSE AND SHE'S SLOWLY BREATHING!!!" I yelled.
"OKAY!" he yelled back. I then continued to try and get Chelsea to wake up without completely breaking down. I gently slapped her cheek and kept on repeating, "Chelsea, can you hear me? Come on. Say something. Open your eyes, love. Please. Come on. Don't go on me now." After about 10 minutes of this, she finally opened her eyes.
"Haz?" she said weakly.
"I'm right here, Chels. It's gonna be okay. Help is on the way." I responded.
"Haz, I'm so sorry."
"Hey, don't apologize. This isn't your fault."
"No. I'm sorry. For everything. It was childish of me to give you the silent treatment for so long. It killed me inside even though I was mad. Can you forgive me?" she stuttered out with tears rolling down her face. I gently wiped her tears away and said,
"Chelsea, I was never mad at you. I deserved the silent treatment. It should be me apologizing to you."

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So what did you think?

Part 3 will be posted at a later time!!

-HarryStylesGF2417