Demon // [Harry Styles AU]

25,5 // Riot

Her

It's been months. Three to be exact. I haven't spoken to Harry once, not that I felt a need too. What he did- What he said... I'm afraid to go to the bookshop, afraid that I'll somehow see him. Afraid to go outside because I know he can be there at any minute. And then there's Liam. I've seen him around. I miss him, a lot. It's like I've lost all my friends in a matter of seconds.

I lost my job at the movie theater. Because I didn't show up for quite some time. The police even showed up at my house because my boss thought I was dead. I wasn't, not physically at least.

But in the last week, something changed. I met a girl at a retirement home. Where Gigi dragged me, to meet one of her friends. But all she actually wanted was to get me out of the house. The girl looked like someone I'd be scared of a few years ago. But with all that has happened... Fear has gotten a different definition. She had ombre hair. But not like I'd ever seen before. It were dreads, and they went from black to a light purple. She wore shirts with names on them that I didn't recognize. Later on she told me they were bands. Her jeans were ripped and her shoes were worn out. She had a sleeve tattoo and a septum piercing. Her eyes were covered in black make-up.

It was 2 pm when I told Gigi and Beth, Gigi's friend, that I was going to get some air outside. And that's when I saw her, she was smoking a cigarette on a bench in front of the building. On the other bench was a man, talking to himself. And another, scratching a rash that did not look like a rash anymore, while staring blankly ahead. So I decided to take a seat next to the girl.

I sat there for a few minutes, silently enjoying the fresh spring air. Then she looked at me, taking my appearance in. I didn't dare to look back at her, I didn't know her and I didn't want to start a fight.

''So, who're you visiting? Or are you one of the patients yourself?'' She asked, while her American accent surprised me. Turns out, this wasn't a retirement home like Gigi had told me. It was a Mental Hospital.

''I'm with my grandmother, visiting Anabeth. I don't know her last name.'' I told the girl, while finally daring to take a glance at her. She laughed, a low, hoarse sound. ''Don't need to, everyone knows Anabeth.'' She answered, before throwing her cigarette on the ground and rubbing on it with her black combat boot.

''What's so special about her?'' I asked, curious as to why she was so well known. The girl took a quick glance up at me while taking out her pack of cigarettes. ''She killed someone.'' She told me, her voice serious as could be.

''What?'' I quietly asked, not expecting the answer. But then she laughed again, taking a cigarette out of the pack. ''I'm fucking with ya. What's you're name?''

I told her my name, and just then she offered me a cigarette. I've never smoked before. Neither had I ever planned on doing so. But I figured with all that had happened in my messed up life, a cigarette couldn't kill me more than my head could. So I took one, and she told me her name. ''I'm Riot.''

And just like that, I finally had a friend again.

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A/N: Wow, Hi. I'm back. This is just a short 'Ayye I'm back' thing. Look out for a full chapter soon. (: