》The Habit I can't break - A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction 《

Chapter 2

Content with myself I scanned myself in the mirror. I was wearing my usual black skinny jeans, brown boots and a blue shirt, on which I rolled up the sleeves and left the top three buttons open, so you could see my tattoos embellishing my chest. I send my mirrorself a last shining smile, before I turned away.

My looks and my style were next to music my other big passion. Some people might call me vain or arrogant for that, but for me it was a way to impress my inner self and hide my insecurities.

When it rang at the door, I left my flat with a smile on my lips and ran down the stairs with small jumps. In front of the building Niall and Liam were already waiting impatiently. Both of them looked amazing as always. Niall was wearing a shirt that definitly wasn't as opened up as mine. Liam was wearing a white T-shirt with a open Jeanshirt above it. We started happily chatting as we made our way to the bar.

"How's it going with your music?" Liam asked me curiously.

"Pretty well...", I said a bit shy. The truth was, it was going better then well. I had a lot if gigs coming and there even was a manager who had shown interest in signing me. The only problem there was... I was scared! I didn't know if I could resist the enorm pressure of the music industry, but had to try for my biggest dream. I didn't tell that my friends tho. At least not right now.

"And with you?", I asked Liam instead and he instantly began telling us about his newest project with a huge smile on his face.

Finally we arrived at the small club and entered laughing. It wasn't a lot going on there at the moment, because the evening wasn't old yet. Together we went to the bar where Niall got himself a Guinness. Liam took also a beer and I chose a coke. Curiously we scanned the room. A few boys at a billiard table, a friendgroup at the dartboard and a few brave dancers on the dancefloor.

A giggle let me look to our side. A few girls had stood next to us to get some drinks and were now watching us 'casually'. Niall, who instantly caught interest, leaned in on us: "Do y'all see the brunette? She's cute! What do I get for making out with her?"

I shook my head with a slight sigh. "A slap...", I grumbled quietly, which made Liam laugh.

"Ohh Harry!", he chuckled. "Later in there will be some boys for you! I'm sure.", he said with a wink. I just rolled my eyes.

I had told my friends from the beginning that I liked boys and luckily it had never been a problem. Other then for someone else in my life... I shook the thought off. The evening was too nice to think about sad stuff.

Instead Liam and me watched amused our Irish friend, who now tried to get the number of the girl, which wasn't really working out how he had planned it. When the group of chattering girls dragged the shocked and overwhelmed looking Niall on the dancefloor, I couldn't resist but start to laugh loudly. Liam joined my laughter and pressed out "his own fault!". I nodded in approval, but send my friend then a asking gaze, what he answered with a sigh and a nod.

Laughing we ran to rescue our lost friend, which turned out to be impossible. We tried to drag the blonde Irish boy out of the mass of people, but after a while we accepted our destiny and started dancing with the other sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

I swung around my long hair wildly and was singing along to the music while moving in the right rhythm. I liked dancing, but only I knew nobody except for my friends in the room. I liked everything that had to do with music. I danced a few steps backwards, when I suddenly bumped into someone. I just wanted to turn around hasty and excuse myself, when that someone grabbed my shoulder tightly to stop me from turning.

I gulped and shuddered slightly. 'That can't mean anything good, does it?', I thought to myself, while trying to stay calm by concentrating on the loud bass of the music. What could this stranger possibly do to me, especially because the hand wasn't really big.

Suddenly I sensed the person behind me getting closer to me. They smelled like cigarettes and some alcohol. A smell I normally didn't like, but through the strong smoke aroma I could detect a tiny breeze of caramel, which I would've found interesting in a normal situation. But right now, the person behind me was creepy, which actually caused my lungs to tighten. Suddenly I felt a warm breath right next to my ear.

"Be careful handsome! Not everybody likes your thrusts as much as me!" The rough, deep voice led me shudder and caused goosebumps all over my body. I couldn't tell if they were because I was intimidated or because it was kind of attractive.

But as fast as the person had come, they were gone again. I turned around as fast as i could, but except for a few girls dancing to the music, there was nobody.

While shaking my head I slowly walked of the dance floor and started confused rubbing my temples. 'Who had it been? And why didn't he let me turn around?' It had been a 'he', that was clear now. His voice had been calming but terrifying at the same time, because he talked pretty quietly. His voice had had a rasp in it, which could've come from the cigarettes and the alcohol... or maybe because he had tried to deepen his voice?

"Harry!", a very drunk Niall dragged me out of my thoughts. I flinched, which made him laugh.

"Have you seen Li..Liam?", he had a hiccup. Thoughtful I stroke over my chin. I actually hadn't seen my brownhaired for a while now, so I shook my head.

"Let us look for him!", I suggested and Niall just nodded, before he linked our arms, so he wouldn't fall over while looking for him. We started by searching the bar and the dancefloor, but we couldn't find him anywhere.

"Maybe he's outside?", I proposed, but there he wasn't either.

"Maybe he went to the toilet.... he was pretty drunk when I saw him the last time", Niall said finally. And he was right. We found Liam in the men's bathroom, bend sickly over a toilet. I sighed before I kneeled down to my friend and started gently stroking his back.

"Oh Li... How did that happen?", I asked quietly without expecting an answer because Liam was puking once again.

And so I sat next to my friend for a while till Niall decided it was his turn now. I stood up and walked over to the sink to wash my hands. While doing that, I also decided to splash my face with some water.

When I looked up afterwards and looked in the mirror, I jumped a little bit and suppressed a scream. A person had appeared behind me. Blue eyes starred through the mirror into mine. They kinda looked familiar, but I didn't know where I should've seen them before. I just knew that my heart stopped for a second. But when I looked down for a moment, just to close the water tap and then again back up, the eyes were gone.

Confused I shook my head while starring into the mirror. Was I going crazy? Or did somebody want something from me? First the person on the dance floor and now the eyes?

After a few seconds I shook the thought off of me. It was probably nothing! I should really work less, so I wouldn't imagine so many crazy theories. Still, I wasn't really relaxed, so I turned back to my friends, so I could focus on something normal again.