Spaces

Chapter 2

HARRY STYLES

It's raining. I never carry an umbrella so I lift up the hood of my jacket over my head. It doesn't do much, but I don't care. Honestly, I am fond of the rain. How it feels when it drips down my face. How it smells. It makes me feel real. When I was younger I would walk through the rain all evening just strolling through gardens and streets.

I had the wish to walk in the rain so I parked my Audi on the side of a street, a couple of blocks away and walked all the way here. As I said, I like to walk in the rain.
It is two in the morning. The streets are deserted and dark. There are only a few drunk guys, probably smoking weed. I head to a specific, narrow alley which leads me to another dark street which is even more deserted. No one wanders on that street past sunset. Some say ghosts wander the grounds there at night.

Good think I never believe in fucking ghosts.

As I approach the street, there is no one there. Except the guy who I was supposed to meet an hour ago, is leaning his hips against motorcycle on the other side of the road wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up like me, covering the back of his head. He is facing the other side but I recognise him. Smoke floats from the side he was facing.

He might have sensed my presence as I approach from behind. He turns to look at me. holding a cigarette in his hand. He grins at me showing his silver tooth.

"Oh honey, what kept you so long?" He mocks, still grinning.

I decide to ignore the comment, but I feel the need punch his face and take out the little silver tooth. Maybe one day I will.

"No, seriously. What kept you long? We were suppose to meet an hour ago."

"It's none of your business." I reply, sharply. The tone cold is enough for him to understand he didn't want to mess with me. I didn't bother to tell him that I was in a club with a woman having sex. I'd never been to that club before. I needed a distraction so I headed to find someone who just wanted to have some fun and not involve in true feelings and shit. I never involve my self in feelings.

"Did you get the pills?" I get straight to the real business.

"Did you get the cash?" He cross questions, raising his eyebrows.
The desire to break his face suddenly changes into need. He is playing with fire for all I know. 

I remove the bundle from the pocket inside my jacket, without breaking the stare. I hold it right in front of his fucking face and flicker through the notes.

"Ten grand." One simple sentence. Can make people do a lot.
Luckily, I know what I want.

He brings out a brown paper bag from the back of his pocket. The sight brings me a little peace. Like a voice inside me was shouting out in unrest but at the sight of the bag it calms down. It isn't much though. I would feel real and complete peace once I was back in the apartment using one of these pills.

I grab the bag out of his hands at the same time he grabs the cash out of mine. A simple exchange. I got what I want. So I turn around to leave. I don't want to spend even a second with this fucker. Besides, I am impatient to get to my penthouse. Even as I am crossing the street I can feel his stare on my back.
I hate that guy so much. But I need him to bring me supplies every now and then.

I walk the remaining blocks to my car. The streets are wet by rain. I can see the street lights reflecting on them. The rain had significantly reduced. I can see my car from a distance. As I reach it, I take the keys out from my pocket to unlock it.

Just as I pull on the handle, all of a sudden my head feels heavy. My vision starts going hazy. And my mind is lost. I feel like I can't breathe. And neither can I hear the gentle rain hitting the ground anymore. It is replaced my a shrill and loud ringing noise. I think I am losing my balance so I grip the closest thing. I am struggling to breathe so hard. As if there is no oxygen in the atmosphere anymore.