Repetition || Harry Styles

Chapter 3: the girl in a black mask

TW: This chapter contains theme of sexual content, objectification, drug use and manipulation.

Chapter song: Addicted by JON VINYL

Chapter 3

I looked at myself in the mirror, the black mask Rise had given me perched awkwardly in my face. It was ornate, intricately designed, and somehow felt like it belonged in a different world, a world that felt both alluring and intimidating. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was all spiraling out of my control.

"Why am I even doing this?" I muttered under my breath. It was a question I had asked myself repeatedly since the moment Rise had suggested I step into this role as the personal bartender for Harry and his entourage. Every time, I thought I could walk away, something pulled me back in, whether it was the promise of a hefty tip or the pressure of loyalty to my friend.

And Harry. Why was it always with him that I felt cornered? My encounters with him had been filled with a strange mix of fascination and frustration. He was magnetic, that much was undeniable, but there was something about him that made me feel as if I was being drawn into a vortex, one that was both thrilling and terrifying.

I took a step back, taking a moment to breath. I wasn't just a bartender tonight. I was stepping into a role that came with its own set of unspoken rules, and I had no idea what I was really getting into.

I glanced down at the mask again, running my fingers over its smooth surface. It was meant to add an air of mystery, but all it did was amplify my anxiety.

I added a bold lipstick, carefully applying it until it perfectly accentuated my lips. After curling my hair into soft waves, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror again. The transformation was striking. With the mask in place, I looked like a completely different person--mysterious and alluring.

The mask framed my face, adding an air of intrigue that I hadn't expected. I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as I admired my reflection. This was a side of me I had never explored, and it felt both liberating and frightening.

As I adjusted the mask one last time. I couldn't help but feel that I was stepping into a new identity for the night. Taking a deep breath, I headed out of the staff room, ready to face whatever awaited me in the VIP red room. The lights flickered dimly as I walked through the club, the pulsing music vibrating in my chest, heightening my anticipation. I could see the crowd gathering.

As I approached the entrance to the red room, I felt a mixture of nerves and determination swirling in my stomach. The hallway leading to it was dimly lit, the walls lined with plush red velvet that seemed to absorb the ambient sound of the party, creating a sense of intimacy and secrecy.

I paused for a moment at the door, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Behind this door was a world where indulgence reigned, and I was about to become part of it. I could hear muffled laughter and the clinking of glasses from within, a cacophony of celebration that hinted at the wild night ahead.

With a firm grip on the doorknob, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The atmosphere was electric, and the sight that met my eyes was like something out of a dream. The room was bathed in soft, red light, creating an ambiance that was both sultry and glamorous. Luxurious couches were scattered around, occupied by guests who were laughing and toasting with glasses of champagne. I was immediately hit by the scents of expensive cologne, mixed with the sweet aroma of cocktails and something deeper, something that hinted at the illicit nature of the gathering.

The room was alive with laughter and animated conversations, but as soon as I entered, the mood shifted slightly. Eyes turned toward me, curious and appraising. They probably wondered who this girl in the black mask was, the one who had been thrust into their midst as their bartender for the night.