A Second Identity

Disoriented

"MARCEL?!?!?" I shouted. He turned around.

"Oh, uhm, hey, you're that chick that stood up for me today...?" he said, recognising me.

His voice sounded different, too. It was much deeper and had a raspy sort of tone to it.

"Okaaaaaaaay, what the hell is going on here?!?" I asked, demanding for the truth.

"Let me properly introduce myself. I'm Harry Styles." He extended his hand out and we shook hands. Well, more like he shook my hand as I stood there in shock. I've never notice this before, but his hands were huge. And warm.

He let go of my hand and stood there casually like this was a normal sort of thing.

"But, you're Marcel. The Marcel I go to school with. The Marcel that wears thick glasses, suspenders, and knee-high socks. The Marcel that is super smart, and a little bit of a geek." I stated.

"Not exactly..." he said slowly, reading my expression. He could tell I was confused, and it made him grin.

"I don't understand..." I told him.

"You don't need to understand." he said, moving closer to me. Out of instict, I backed up against the wall, but he was still there, standing right in front of me.

He pulled one arm up and placed it right above my head, leaning against the wall. When he didn't slouch, he was actually pretty tall. But what made this situation worse was the fact that I was feeling strangely attracted to this new person.

"What's your name, doll?" He asked, taking my mind off of the distraction he gave me. He stroked my cheek with his large hand.

I shuddered at the impact.

"Jasmine," I whispered.

"Well, Jasmine, I want to properly thank you for being my savior today." he said. And with that he slowly inched closer to me, our bodies almost touching.

As he became closer, my breathing started picking up.

"What are you-"

"Shhh" he interrupted me. "It's not important." he spoke, his voice quieter now, which made it even raspier.

He was so close to me.

The feeling of his warm breath on my skin sent tingles throughout my body. He smelled faintly of musk. It was intoxicating, making me feel vulnerable.

We stood there, motionless, staring into each other's eyes. Those emerald green eyes. They were beautiful. HE was beautiful...

Once more, his hand slowly caressed my face, lingering right below my chin. He tilted my head up, and placed a soft, delicate kiss to my lips.

I was in euphoria. The sensation he caused me was indescribable. I felt as if I could stay here, in this moment, forever.

But it all ended too soon.

He let go of the kiss, and I inhaled deeply. I hadn't realised I was holding my breath.

He chuckled softly and stared straight into my heart.

"Thank you," he whispered, "for being my savior."

And with that, he was gone.

Out of sight.

Leaving no trail behind.

Being disoriented, I stood there for what felt like hours until I was finally able to think straight again.

I made my way back to my car, got in, locked the doors, and just sat there, waiting for some sort of explanation to arise.

Nothing.

Not one single thing...

What the hell just happened...?

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