Welcome to another episode of MBBAHSGPAHSMTMHBVKLTAHW

Today...we explore the utter ending of Jurasila's love story (and hopefully, her life) Who is she going to choose?

Bad Boy Security Guard?

Drag Queen That Knows How To Fly?

Mafia King?

Or....

*audience gasp in utter astonishment*

ONE DIRECTION?

Some ideas in this are courtesy to my Wattpad best friend yabookprince and the only guy I don't have a crush on....

.....yet.

*insert creepy winky face*

My Bad Boy Billionaire Alpha Harry Styles Got Pregnant After He Sold Me To My High School Bully ampire King Louis Tomlinson As A Hijabi Wife.

Part 3

Grand Finale

*imsert Indian drama-ish lightening flashes*

Written by Zarin

The most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen in my entire life stared at me. It was like I could drown myself in his mysterious, purple eyes. Neon blue flecks were visible in it along with light green eyebrows.

I fit in his arms perfectly. It was like I had always belonged here, even though I literally met him two seconds ago. I sighed in bliss and stared at my mysterious man with gooey eyes. "Mafia King?"

The man that was carrying me stared at me with so much love and passion in his eyes that I thought I would melt. "Yes, love. And my name is...

Hairy Styles."

I gasped in awe. "Hairy? Oh... The name.. Oh... Ahh, it's turning me on like a oven. You're my soul mate. I just know it, right from the name."

Suddenly we were teleported to my school. I gasped, still in his arms. "What are we doing here, oh my lovely wonderful soul mate?"

He smirked. I had no idea why but he smirked like the Mafia king he is, and threw me off him. I whimpered in pain but smiled up at him. I loved being thrown off after all. "We're here because you're getting married to me."

"What?" I wailed in astonishment and threw myself off the roof - even though I clearly said I was on the ground - and somehow landed on the ceiling - even though there was no ceiling - like Spiderman. "But I'm seventeen! I can't get married in US while still 17!"

He shrugged. "But I'm hot."

I felt my shoulders sag in relief. Oh, right. I totally forgot that being hot pardons everything.

Suddenly the parking lot disappeared and I was sitting in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Hey Loser." Someone snarled at me. I looked up to find these groups mean slutty bitches who were the most popular girls in this school walking towards me waving pompoms. I did not know why they were waving pompoms. I didn't even wonder how they could dress like that despite the school dress code - I was a nerd after all. Even though being academically fantastic, I had no idea about life.

The lead bitch - blonde and beautiful, by the way - snarled at me again. "I absolutely don't know you or have anything against you by the way. But since the cafeteria scene has to happen, in like every story ever, Zarin paid me to do this."

Then she picked up the nearest boul of soup she could find and dumped it all on my head. I cried in despair as the volcano like liquid drooped down my forehead and down my chin.

In horror and embarrassment, I again threw myself on the floor. Why?! Why did everything always had to happen to me? Why was my past - it was always something in the past - haunting me like this?! Why didn't I just die already?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, the pain of being a nerd! Oh the the utter anguish of being horribly ugly!

I began to pound my forehead against the cold tiles and suddenly blood began spraying out of it like fireworks.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" A guy said as he hurriedly crouched in front of me. Thick rimmed glasses framed his frantic eyes as he tried figuring out what the hell to do.

He went to pick up my books - don't ask me how they landed here - but suddenly went flying to who knows where instead as Hairy - who somehow appeared out of nowhere - punched him.

"No one touches my girl!" He roared and suddenly went into King Kong mode as he started thrashing everything and anything he found. Including the chairs, tables and - surprise, surprise - me.

All of a sudden, the woman from this morning rushed inside and towards the glasses guy. "Oh shit. I didn't mean for it to be this extreme-Fuck. Is he dead? Oh my god. I'm going to jail, aren't I?"

Then she looked up at Hairy incredulously. "Hey, why did you hit him this hard?"

"Because he touched my girl!" Hairy growled before punching me and kissing my forehead.

I whimpered as I took in glasses guy's condition. "I'm sorry, but I'm very ugly. And I don't like nice guys who are concerned about me. I only love bad boy gangleaders who punch me."

The glasses dude only let out an incorrigible moan. "Fgjsshh."

The woman - the succubus bitch, Zarin - looked like she was about to faint. "What is wrong with you, MC?"

I snarled at her. "Oh, I see! You want me to choose Glasses over my Gang leader so you can manipulate your way into his heart? Oh, you succubus!"

She just fainted.

"Uh." Hairy gave her a look.

I wailed in despair once again. I knew it. Hairy - the one guy I thought would always love and cherish me, the one person I had entrusted my heart to - was looking at her with lascivious eyes.

I knew it. He was cheating on me.

Tears started spurting out of my eyes like Niagara Falls. I threw myself on the floor again and started banging my head against it.

When I looked up, wiping away my tears, I suddenly realized that I...

Was at a concert. And Hairy was nowhere to be seen.

"OMG JURASILA!" A random girl I had never seen in my entire life said as she skipped over to me, pushing past the crowd of hooping teen girls. She seemed like one of the popular girls that was always cheery and everyone knew her.

Thus, I decided I hated her.

I was going to snarl at her too but then when I realized she didn't have blonde hair, I got a bit confused.

Wait. Should I hate her?

She smiled at me widely as if sensing my distress and hugged me. "Hi! I'm Ava! And don't worry, I'm the cliche best friend. See my hair? It's brown."

I nodded in understanding and hugged her back. "Oh. That totally explains everything including the reason you know my name! So why am I at this concert, by the way?"

"I dragged you here without your will because that is the sole purpose of my existence. Oh and look at the stage! One Direction just started playing."

As I followed her advice and turned towards the stage, it was as if my whole world stopped.

There he was... My soul mate...

Louis Tomlinson.

Everything that happened after that was a blurry mess. Somehow - don't ask me how - he noticed me and only me amongst the crown of sexy women. Even though I was the ugliest creature to ever walk on planet earth and smirked at me - because that's all every bad boy always does. Smirk.

My world stood still. Everything seemed to freeze before the Greek God I was witnessing before my eyes. My heart stopped - so did my breath - and I still didn't die.

Then he started singing.

Baby I'm Perfect.

Baby If you want trouble-

*insert 1000+ pages long description of the song 'Perfect' because Zarin neither cares nor has the energy to type it out unlike some authors*

His eyes met mine and I instantly knew that song was being sung for me. Ah. He literally was my soul mate.

Suddenly he jumped down, and walked right in my direction. "Munchkin." He softly said before banging the guitar on my head and pulling me into his chest. "Never leave me. I love you."

"OMG." That was all Ava said before she started tweeting the scene. Because after all that was what all best friends were ever good for.

But before I could wrap my arms around him, suddenly there was a gun shot heard.

Everything was suddenly chaos. Cries of frantic people were heard as they ran around trying to get out. But I remained ever still and didn't even react - even though it was the perfect scene to react - and just buried my face into Louis' chest. After all, I had my boy to protect me. I didn't need to lift a finger.

Suddenly Asexy burst it followed by DEADward. "NO! SHE'S MINE!" Both of them screamed simultaneously.

I cried. "I'M SO UGLY! GOD JUST TAKE ME AWAY!"

Louis narrowed his eyes at them as bluish fog began to swirl around his hand. "Don't worry Jurasila. I'm a Wizard. I'll protect you."

I whimpered. "Really?"

He blessed me with a passionate kiss followed by a slap. "Yes, cupcake. Pumpkin. Munchkin."

DEADward sneered at him, and blesses with me with his glitter. "I'm a vampire. I can protect her so much better."

Asexy wasn't going remain in the shadows. So with a growl, he ripped open his shirt and turned into his massive werewolf - who had dark, pitch black fur - yelling. "I'M THE ALPHA OF SHAKALAKA BOOM BOOM PACK BITCHES!"

I screamed in terror and - surprise, surprise - threw myself on the floor. Do not ask me how I know what an alpha or werewolf is. Please ignore the fact that I'm just a normal human nerd who isn't supposed to know.

Please ignore the grammatical mistakes too, as I have no idea what grammar is. Is it a pizza? A high heel? A One Direction song?

Asexy howled and tried to move towards me but suddenly the walls exploded as a hundred dollars Mercedes rolled in.

It halted with a screeching noise right in front of me and off it jumped out...

Shawn Mendes.

He smirked and threw off of his glasses before strutting towards me
Everything seemed to be in slow motion as I droned on and on and on about his appearance. From the color of his light yellow eyes to every molecule in his skin.

"It's okay, babe." He smirked before crouching before me. "I just adopted you."

"B-b-but I'm so ugly!" I wailed as tears started streaming down my face.

"It's okay. You look like Barbara Palvin, after all."

Suddenly, the windows crashed open as the succubus woman rolled in with her bike. She was - wait, why am I describing her? She's not a hot guy.

I was going to snarl at her but then I noticed she wasn't blonde anymore. Her hair was reddish  black. And she wasn't wearing a cheer leading skirt, rather she was dressed in a jacket and pants.

"Hey!" I yelled trying to get her attention. "Am I supposed to hate you, or something? Cause I don't know since you're not a blonde anymore! Please tell me!"

Zarin rolled her eyes at me, and gave the entire situation a look. Then she took a deep breath as if trying not to faint. "This has gone too far."

"Not yet, it hasn't," Asexy said before whipping out a hijab from his pocket and throwing it in my face. - Do not  ask me when he turned back into human. Because no author ever explains this - "Wear this. You're going to be the billionaire's hijabi wife."

"What? Why?" I asked confused.

"Because apparently, Muslim girls don't even talk to another guy without getting married. And they wear a hijab from the moment they are conceived." Shawn explained sweetly before he too, punched me.

Grabbing my throbbing cheek, I said, "But I'm not Muslim. I'm Christian."

"Doesn't matter." DEADward said before his eyes went wide. "Wait, why am I helping my love getting married to a random dude?"

"SHE'S MINE!" Louis yelled in his face.

"Dude, do you even know her name?" Zarin asked exasperated as she messaged her temples.

"Uh. Duh. It's MINE."

"No, I meant, her name."

"It IS Mine." DEADward said confused before turning towards Asexy. "Isn't it? I mean, you always call her that."

Asexy just growled. "Doesn't matter. I love her tho."

Zarin leant on a wall to regain her balance. Her face was one of pure hopelessness. "I can't believe I'm still doing this."

"NO! I LOVE HER!" Suddenly Hairy yelled before bursting in through the door swinging the glasses dude around like a Katana.

Suddenly, the ceiling burst open as a space ship landed out of nowhere right in the middle of the room.

The door snapped open with a whoosh and...

An alien stepped out.

"Fuck this shit. I'm done," Zarin said before whipping out a gun from her pocket and shooting me in the head.

The End

Whoa. That was an unexpected ending. :D Did you guys enjoy it? What was your most favorite (loathed) cliche in there?

What was your most tolerable one?

And I'm ending this book. The next update is going to be the last chapter. Why? Because I have never really been a fan of dragging things long and long and long....nah I just don't have the energy. 

But I AM planning to start a book called The Adventure Of Jurasila Parker and Unlimited Random Guys. What do you think? Have the energy to go through more tortures like this?

Love, Zarin.