For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

XXXXIII-IT'S A CONVENTION OF EXES IN HERE

Z,

I was on stage in front of a crowd.

Cameras flashed, people clapped for me and I was overjoyed with happiness. Standing tall, I saw my family, my friends, and my co-workers rooting for me. I was genuinely happy, to the point where I was about to cry. I looked to the side, catching Harry standing next to me with a champagne glass in hand.

I had one as well.

Mine was golden. His was bright green.

We raised our glasses at each other and then at the crowd, who went even madder with excitement. I flipped it into my mouth; it was fresh, and fruity and blew little bubbles on my nose. I focused on the people beneath who were all smiles, I waved and cheered at them.

The clapping didn't see an end they seem to reach new levels almost deafening me. However, my eyes caught someone who wasn't laughing. Liam was standing in the middle of a crowd, like a statue staring at me. No smiles. No claps. No cheers. Nothing but a hardened look on his face. He raised his champagne glass, showing his bruised knuckles. While I had golden, Harry had green, and Liam's was red.

Bright red.

I looked at my glass seeing the gold liquid still in the glass.

Why did we have different colours?

Liam drank without taking his eyes off me. I felt his gaze hit me like daggers, cutting my skin and wanting to drag me into the darkness.

I was uneasy.

The crowd erupted into laughter like a funny joke had been told and I felt movement on my side. Something wet hit the side of my face and I turned to look at it. Harry had spat his drink all over himself, however, the colour was not green.

It was red.

Bright red.

There was red everywhere: pouring out of his mouth, trickling down his chin, staining his clothes and dripping on the ground at his feet. The crowd continued to laugh, louder and louder while Harry seemed to choke next to me. I dropped my drink, grabbed his arm and shook him. I called him, but my voice was drowned by the cheering of the crowd. Harry fell to his knees, convulsing the red liquid out of his mouth. It smelled like cherries and cotton candy, which was odd - how something so gross could smell so sweet.

I called him, but Harry wasn't responsive. I was panicking and demanding people to look at him, calling for help to the enthusiastic crowd, begging for attention but they kept on laughing at me. In my desperation. At Harry's demise. Pointing, cackling and cheering as Harry sank deeper. He collapsed to the side, banging his head on the floor with the red liquid pouring out the side of his lips. I was screaming his name at this point, but there was nothing that could be heard atop the laughter and the cheering crowd.

I watched horrified as Harry's mouth popped open and windflowers sprung from inside of him. They were beautiful, and smelled sweet, with bright colours draining the life out of him. I recognised them as a species I had seen back in the tropical garden. The flowers came out of him like living weeds, crawling from inside his mouth, with butterflies flying out like a magic trick. The crowd went insane, screaming now. I saw them rip off their clothes, push against one another and go insane with ecstasy. The sight sent chills through my body. I was horrified. I tried to rip the flowers from his mouth, but they had spikes and sunk into my fingers. I didn't know what to do or what to say.

The hairs on my body were standing up and I was frightened.

I just wanted to wake up.

"Honey?"