Perish {H.S}

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"Where are we going?" I shout over the thumping music as I fallow harry into the mist of crowds. I don't get an answer. Instead, he grabs my hand and pulls me further into the swarming dance floor.

He's taking me to dance?

All thoughts of dancing fly out of the window when he ushers me straight past  the confined space. We come to a set of stairs that sit behind a black painted door.  He turns over his shoulder to communicate with me for the first time since I agreed to fallow him. "Just trust me." His tone Is almost daring.

"Trust you? I don't even know you." I fight back, growing confused with the more we begin to walk up this random secret stair case. At my reply, he suddenly  stops walking , which makes me bump into his back. "Yeh.... your right." He shrugs carelessly  but continues walking.

This is sketchy. I think I want to go back.

Harry climbs up the last two steps and flings open two large metal doors. We're on the roof?

"Why am I on the roof?" I ask as I walk through the door that harry holds open for me.

"Why not?" He questions mindlessly and walks towards the brick ledge.

I stay stood by the door with my arms crossed over my chest. It isn't cold or anything, I just don't really like heights.

"You need to loosen up." He chants and roles his eyes. He shakes his head before he pulls out a packet of cigarettes from his back Jean pocket. pulling out a lighter, he flicks the flame to light his stick.

"Im loose." I mumble as I feel the gentle summer breeze of the night.

"Your scared." He murmers with the butt of his cigarette pertched inbetween his lips. "Im not scared." I lie as I squeeze my arms closer to my body.

"Prove it." He coyly smiles and pertches himself on the very thin, very high ledge. My eyes buldge from their sockets at his meanlessful act as he sways his legs back and forth. His back faces the 50ft crumbling fall as he stares at me eagerly.

Prove it?

I'll prove it.

I'll prove it right now.

My feet begin to slowly move one foot infront of the other, and before I know it, I'm now standing infront of him. "Jump up then." He pats down the spot next to him and I cringe.

I shake my head and he cocks a brow. "I don't want my dress getting dirty."

Lie.

I couldn't care less what happens to my dress. I just want to live through tonight. "Your scared." He simply states as he blows out a puff of smoke. "I told you, im not scared." I fight back weakly. I really don't like heights.

"I don't like liars MJ." His voice chants lowly and gruffly. He almost sounds pissed.  How would he even know if I were scared?

For the sake of not being a pussy, I grab harrys cigarette from his lips and pertch it between my own, before I turn to the side and jump up to the right of him.  "Hows that for scared?" I taunt cockly.

Ha, bitch tell that to your thumping heart.

Harry looks taken back as he watches me stunned.

"Your really not scared?" He asks in a questionable voice and I shake my head. "Pretified." I squeak out as a low gust of wind blows, causing Me to shiver alittle and almost lose my balance. I grab onto harry for resilience and he leans to the left and grips onto the wall.

He sniggers and grabs onto my left upper arm, pulling me back down to surface.

I've never been so thankful to be standing on my feet.