Never Enough | Harry Styles

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As the music played on, I could feel Harry's hand tighten around my waist, drawing me closer to him. There was a change in his demeanor, a shift in the energy that surrounded us. It was as if he was fighting a battle within himself, trying to keep his guard up even though his actions and words suggested otherwise.

I could sense the tension building between us, a palpable energy that hung in the air. It was a delicate dance we were playing, a dance of emotions and desires that neither of us wanted to acknowledge. I could feel Harry's heart beating against mine, a steady rhythm that echoed through my own chest.

As we moved in unison to the music, I could sense his hesitation, his reluctance to let go of his guard. But as the song continued, I could feel him slowly succumbing to the pull between us. His hand moved from my waist to my lower back, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

In that moment, I knew that we were no longer just dancing, but expressing something much deeper. It was a moment of unspoken emotion, a moment where words were unnecessary. Our bodies spoke for us, each movement conveying a feeling that words could never express.

As the song drew to a close, Harry pulled me close, his gaze locked on mine. I could see the raw emotion in his eyes, the love and longing that he was trying to hide. But in that moment, he couldn't keep it hidden any longer.

Harry pulls away from me slightly, his eyes searching mine for something. "Madi, I have to be honest with you," he says, his voice laced with hesitation.

"I'm trying so hard to fight my feelings for you," Harry admits, his eyes searching mine, "but you make it seem impossible. Every moment spent with you makes me want to forget about all the fucked up shit going on in my life and just be with you." He pauses for a moment, his thumb gently stroking my cheek, before continuing, "But I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to make promises that I can't keep. I just don't know what to do."

I look up at Harry, his words sending shivers down my spine. The vulnerability in his voice makes my heart ache, and I can't help but reach up and cup his hand against my face. "Harry," I say softly, "you don't have to figure everything out right now. We can take things one day at a time."

Harry's eyes soften as he gazes at me, his hand still resting against my cheek. "It's not that simple, we don't have the time to do that," he says. "There are things I haven't told you yet. Things that could change everything between us."

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I pull back slightly to look at him, my brow furrowed with concern. "What kind of things?" I ask, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

Harry's hesitation makes my heart sink. I can see the worry etched on his face, and I know that whatever he's keeping from me must be important. "Harry, you can tell me anything," I say gently, hoping to ease his anxiety. "I won't judge you. We can work through it together."

He takes a deep breath, his hand dropping from my face to rest on my waist. "It's not that I don't want to tell you" He begins slowly, "it's just that...it's complicated. There are things about my life that I can't share with anyone."

My heart aches for him as I listen to his words. I can see the weight of his secrets bearing down on him, and it breaks my heart to know that he's carrying this burden alone. "Harry, you don't have to keep everything bottled up inside," I say, my voice soft and reassuring. "You can trust me. I'm here for you."

He looks at me with a mix of gratitude and apprehension, and I know that he's still struggling with the decision to open up to me. "Madi, I know I can trust you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just that...what I have to tell you...it's not something that can just be shared casually."

"I get it, Harry. But whatever it is, it will be okay. I'm here for you, no matter what," I reassure him, placing my hand on his arm.

He nods and takes a deep breath before pulling away from me and reaching into his pocket. My eyes follow his movements as he reveals a familiar object - the same mask I had seen on his desk before.

"Harry, what is this?" I ask confusion etched on my face.

"It's a mask," he says simply, his eyes locked on mine.

"I can see that," I reply, a hint of frustration creeping into my voice. "But why do you have it? And why were you so hesitant to tell me about it?"

As he ignores my question, my mind races with possibilities of what he could be hiding. But then he walks behind me, his fingers gentle as he lifts the mask up to my face. I can feel his breath on my neck as he whispers, "Can you trust me?"

I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the nerves twisting in my stomach. As much as I shouldn't trust him, I do... "Yes, I trust you," I say firmly, hoping to convince myself as much as him.

He ties the mask around my head, and I feel a sense of anticipation building inside me. What is he planning to show me? As I'm lost in my thoughts, Harry steps in front of me, pulling a separate mask to his face. It's plain black, just like mine.

He grabs my hand, and we walk out of the restaurant, taking the elevator we find ourselves back at the car.

As we get into the car, Harry grabs my hand and I feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness. He tells the driver, "To the chamber." The chamber? I can't help but feel intrigued and a little scared. I look at Harry, but he doesn't offer any explanation.

We drive for what seems like forever, the anticipation building inside of me with each passing moment. Finally, we pull up to an unmarked building in a secluded area.

As we walk down a long hallway, I can hear muffled voices and music coming from behind a set of double doors at the end. My heart starts pounding in my chest, and I can feel my palms getting sweaty.

"Harry, where are we?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

He turns to me with a serious look on his face. "Madi, I can't tell you everything just yet. But I need you to trust me," he says, his hand gently squeezing mine. "From this point, don't use my name. Don't say yours, and most importantly stay by my side no matter what."

Harry's eyes bore into mine, searching for any hint of doubt or fear. I take a deep breath and nod, determined to show him that I am all in. "Okay, I will do as you say," I reply, my voice steady.

He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, a kiss filled with a mix of passion and desperation. "Please don't run away from me," he says when we break apart, his voice laced with emotion.

"I won't," I assure him, my hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "I'm here, Harry. I'm not going anywhere."

With a nod, Harry leads me towards the double doors. As we approach, the music and voices get louder, and I can hear the distinct sound of laughter and clinking glasses. Harry pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath, then pushes open the doors.

The sight that greets me is like nothing I've ever seen before. Women hang from the ceiling on drapes, their bodies twisted and contorted in unnatural positions. People are having sex in public, with no shame or hesitation. Women lie on tables fully naked, while men roam around them, touching them inappropriately. Everyone is wearing a black mask like the one I have on.

The air is thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and sex. The music is so loud that I can feel it pounding in my chest, and my eyes struggle to adjust to the dimly lit room.

The walls are draped with rich fabric, and a chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a warm glow across the room. I can feel my eyes widen, and I look over at Harry, who is watching me carefully.

"Welcome to the Chamber," he says softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Are you ready to see what lies within?"