Dream Killer (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Chapter 4

(Sorry guys the recen chapters were really short but the couple next ones will be a lot longer! I might be able to do two chapters today so enjoy! Thank you so much for reading and please share and give my Instagram account harrystyles_fan_fiction a shout out pleaseeee or follow me!! Thanks so much ily all! And I'm typing on my phone so don't mind the spelling errors!)

"Harry?" I asked impatiently waiting for his answer. It looked like he was just staring at my lips for some reason.

"Yeah sorry." He said snapping out of his gaze. "Um I don't really know if he's dating anyone else. He hangs out with this girl thought lot at parties but I've never seen him do anything to her. Her name is..um..I think it's MacKenzie. He calls her Kenz so I'm just guessing." The news was horrible to hear especially from Harry. It must have been so awkward for him. But his accent made it kind of enjoyable to listen too.

"Oh." That's all I say. "Can we just go to the party so I can't talk to..him." I'm guessing Harry knew what I meant because he didn't say anything, just turned the engine on and drove out of the parking lot.

The ride there was silent the whole way. He didn't even play any music. I didn't mind, it wasn't awkward for me cause I was just staring out the window the whole time thinking. Thinking about Austin. We have been through so much together, that's why I can't believe he could be cheating on me. He has seen me at my worse especially 2 years ago, a couple months after we started dating my stepmother started doing drugs again. She was a drug addict and went to rehab for a year for me and my father. A year later she started doing drugs and even drinking because that's when my father died in a car crash. I guess it was too much pain for her to handle.

She became crazy. I never told anyone cause I didn't know what to do. Finally my mother was at her craziest point, and decided to kill herself..and me. She tried stabbing me with a kitchen knife. That was when Austin walked in the house. He saved me. Instantly after he called te cops and had my mother arrested and put in the mental hospital, I knew I would love him forever. I have ever since..or that's what I thought.

I never told anyone about the incident. I can bare talking about to anyone. Austin promised not to say anything to anyone and he never has. I didn't even tell Liz about it and I tell her everything.

"We're here." Harry said breaking me from my thoughts. As we pulle into the long drive way I was checking out the house. It was like a mansion! A huge house was plantedd right I top of this hill. The driveway lead all the way up to the house. I saw so many college teenagers holding a red solo cup filled with some kind of liquid. Most of them were drunk out on the yard just slurring their words and stumbling across each other. I saw a group if kids making out with each other not taking any breathes.

Harry parked the car in a spot in the drive way. We both got out of the car and headed inside. I was walking extremely close to Harry our shoulders crashing into each other but that was because I've never been to a college party before and to admit it, I was pretty scared. Especially since reading that text from Austin. I'm scared what he will be doing. We walked into the house and it was crowded with puking, drunk teens. These two girls were dancing on top of a table grinding each other while loud music was playing. A group of guys were just watching and laughing to each other while spilling there overflowed drinks every now and then.

"Do you know where Austin is?!" I yell ino Harry's ear walking into the long hallway. It was quieter up here but still very loud.

"What!?" He yelled back. Of course he couldn't hear me. No matter how hard I tried, I bet he wouldn't be able to hear me at all. It's like he read my thoughts because he grabbed my arm and dragged me past an ocean of people and into the nearest empty room. "What did you say?" We could finally talk regularly and I could finally hear his perfect voice. No stop Drew you have Austin. Or do you? My subconscious adds.