𝖎𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊.

015.

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HIGH ADRENALINE; THATS WHAT radiated through her body as the bass from the music increased in her eardrums ​and caused her body to vibrate and move drunkenly. She remembered she and the girls talking for an hour, mainly about Estella and what went on with Harry, and then decided it was time to shake all distraught away by going to the crowded dance floor. The music was Alternative, her throat dry and her hands clammy while her eyes wandered around to search for anyone to dance with. She spotted a man not too far from here, erotically dancing with a girl only an inch taller than he was. The man had dark long curls, his skin a peach color and his arms decorated in colorful ink. He reminded her of Harry, and at some point, she blinked twice to see if it was him.

Estella stumbled toward him, the man's eyes abruptly leaving the woman grinding against him and landing on her own, a smirk on his face as she came closer. Estella too focused on him she didn't care when she pushed the girl out of the way and threw her arms around his neck, his strong cologne making her moan at the remembrance of it. Maybe it was the drugs added on to the intense emotions about Harry that made her picture him instead of revealing what the guy's actual face looked like. Given the circumstances, she was allowed to not care at the moment, but hated how she pictured the man that had her in this situation from the beginning instead of forgetting about him like she was hoping to do.

All she saw was the blurred version of this man and Harry mixed. She couldn't escape no matter what. She couldn't run from her feelings for him. He was a beautiful barricade on her heart. Something odd happened when Estella closed her eyes for a moment to think, the man's hands dangerously low they overstayed their welcome. His teeth sensually nibbling at her earlobe and for a second she smiled since she still had the assumption it was Harry, and even if she was mad at him, she could never hate him.

Common sense wouldn't knock on her door just yet, her eyes buzzing excessively along with her nose and body. She couldn't comprehend what the man had asked her, she just knew she nodded her head, his hand taking hers and pulling her with him. Estella stares at the back of his head and observes the dark curls on his head, which repeatedly switched from curls to short purple hair, Estella blinking over a dozen times but the colorful flickering lights in the club made it nearly impossible for her to see.

She knew he was leading her to a private room in the back, a bathroom perhaps, a musty one, in fact. The smell unbearable and relatable to rotten eggs or the back of a garbage truck. She couldn't stand it. The mirrors were spray-painted on with horribly written graffiti and decorated with band stickers. At one point she could have sworn she saw a mouse run past the man's boot. She cringed in disgust since she knew Harry would never do a thing like this; a quickie in a nightclub bathroom. Harry, and to her drugged mind, interlocked their lips unexpectedly, the taste on his tongue which he never hesitated to shove into her mouth had clear traces of cigarettes, a cancer stick she despised. It was unpleasant, so she pulled away.

"Wait." Her voice came out small and dry. "Stop."

"What?" He questioned, but never made the motive to stop. Completely disregarding her word of plead as his lips moved down to her neck, Estella jumping away because she hated neck kisses, they tickled. ​He was supposed to know that, right? Didn't Harry know that?

His belt buckle clanked and his zipper dragged down to reveal his erection as he hungrily gripped the back of her neck to level her down to her knees aggressively. It was like time slowed down when she gazed up to depict his facial features and a few seconds of staring made her realize that the man before her looked nothing like Harry. He had black and purple hair, dozens of face piercings, and ugly tattoos. He was bigger than Harry was, insanely buff and not at all attractive to her. She had to have a hint it wasn't him, the drugs enhancing her emotions to make her think otherwise. It felt like some sick spell at first, but she knew what she was getting herself into the second she took that bag of coke from Kani. She had concluded that she was a bad person. She cheated twice. She betrayed Harry. She fucked up again.