sun failure - {h.s} // (harry styles)

04

tuesday's pov

"Harry Styles, the one and only."

"Well Harry, I'm going to go sit back down now." I said as I tried to stumble back to my seat. Everyone else was watching the band with such intensity, it was crazy. It's like they couldn't look away. 

"I wouldn't try that if I were you baby girl." he commented, as he ran his fingers through his hair once again.

"Baby girl? I'm not five Harry." I said as I crossed my arms across my chest, like a five year old.

"Well you're certainly acting like one. I assume you don't drink a lot?" he chuckled as he placed his hands back on my waist. We were the only ones dancing now, everyone sat around us. They all sat at small wooden tables with metal chairs around the tables dead silent. Haunted almost.

"Harryyyy, stop itttt. I don't know what you're talking aboutttt." I whined as I held onto him. He just laughed as we walked back to the bar counter. Alcohol is never my friend. That's kind of the reason I don't drink it.

"So baby girl where are you from?" Harry asked as he sat on a bar stool next to me.

"Somewhere." I confidently stated. He started laughing again and I scowled. Why is everything I say so funny?

"Well, where are you staying now?" he questioned running his fingers through his hair. The band started to die down and people started to get up from their chairs.

"Is it over?" I asked avoiding Harry's question.

"For them it is." Harry bleakly answered as he shrugged his shoulders. I had no idea what that means, but I didn't press the question further.

"You should go home soon, it's getting late." he said speaking after a minute of silence.

"Like I wanna go back to that shit hole." I muttered under my breath as Harry started laughing once again. It must be the alcohol.

"Is it that bad?"

"I called it a shit hole. It's that bad." I told him as he shook his head.

"What?" I asked because he looked so amused. Like my living situation was somehow hilarious to him. Because me sleeping next to a family of rats helps him sleep at night.

"You're funny drunk."

"Really? You've never met me sober." All he did was laugh harder.

"Plus, Harry, I'm not drunk." I stubbornly said.

"You're going to need help going back to that shit hole tonight." Harry stated.

"I don't need help Harry." I murmured as more people around me started to leave. I have no idea what time it is, but I'm guessing it's pretty late by now.

"Uh I beg to differ Tuesday."

"It's Maeve."

"What?" he asked.

"My names Maeve. Not Tuesday." I said as he screwed up his face.

"But your first name is Tuesday."

"But I hate my name. Everyone calls me Maeve." I told him as he once again screwed up his face.

"Yeahhh I think I'm going to stick with Tuesday. Thanks though." Harry responded as he got up from his chair. By now only the band was left, and they were just packing up their things.

"Bye boys thanks for playing tonight." Harry said to the musicians. They all then looked over to Harry and I with nothing but red eyes. All I saw were the red tint in their eyes. Red.

But then Harry took my arm and lead me towards the door. The musicians went first and then Harry switched off the light and we left together. He might of taken a key out of his bag and lock the door, but honestly I don't know.

"Ready to go baby girl?" he asked as he took my hand. I then immediately pushed it away.

"Sorry Tuesday but I'm gonna have to hold onto you somehow. You'll probably drift off into someone's haunted yard or something-"

"Ah ha!" Harry looked at me obviously confused yet very amused by me.

"You admit it!"

"Admit what Tuesday?"

"This place is haunted!" I declared sticking my hand into the air like some kind of stand or protest.

"When did I say it wasn't haunted?" he battled back.

"Oh."

Harry then took my hand again as we walked down the dimly lit street. The gravel beneath us scraped our shoes as the lights barley lit up the path in front of us. We walked down multiple different roads, and then into the middle of the road.

I started to freak out. Why are we walking in the middle of the road? What about the cars? But there are no cars. Not here. But then we start turning streets I can't remember.

"Harry?" I asked. No response.

"Harry? Where are we going?" I asked again. At this point I'm really stressed out. I've trusted this stranger for some weird reason and now he is taking me somewhere I don't know. This is literally how all horror movies ever start. And my life is no horror movie.

"Don't stress baby girl. You said your house was a shit hole so you can stay at mine. Unless you don't want to. That's fine." he said as he flashed a grin.

His shining white teeth stood out in the dark surroundings while his grin just got bigger. It was one of those grins that made you really uneasy yet I trusted him. There's just something about him. Or maybe it was the alcohol. That makes more sense actually. It was definitely the alcohol. That he poured for me. 

Shit. 

But I felt myself slowly nodding. So he whisked me away to his secret hideaway, hidden in the alleys of Red River.

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