Angels & Demons--Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Part 3

"Tori! Where the hell have you been? We've been looking all over for you!?" Lana shouts loudly over the music. Dylan and the rest of our friends look at me with relief in their eyes as I quickly approach them.

"I want to go..." I demand quietly, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to calm my nerves.

I look down at the ground in front of me as they stare at me in confusion; they know something is wrong.

"What the fuck happened? Are you hurt?" Chase asks with worry and concern etched his voice.

"Can we just go please?" I reply, my voice shaking as I fight back the tears beginning to form in my eyes.

"But, wha...?" Lana begins to ask, but I quickly cut her off.

"I just want to go!"

I storm past them towards the club entrance, ignoring their whispers of concern and confusion and they slowly follow after me. I don't want to tell them what happened, I don't want to think about what happened, and I sure as hell don't want to remember what happened; I want nothing more than to leave this place and never look back.

I guess Portland isn't as beautiful and amazing as I was beginning to think it was...

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We finally get back to our hotel, and after the recent events of tonight...sleep sounds more glorious than ever before. Thankfully, everyone decided to drop the subject of 'what happened' to me in the club on the car ride home...giving me a chance to calm down and relax after the terrible encounter; though, the awkward tension between Dylan and I didn't make me feel better in the slightest...

Thank god I am staying in the joint room with the girls tonight.

I quickly undress out of my dress and heels, ignoring the drunken chattering and slurs between Lana and Brittany. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, when suddenly I notice a faint bruise on my wrist. I glance down at the purple and red marks against my skin, images of the strange and terrifying man still fresh on my mind. There is no doubt he was amazingly attractive...I won't deny that; But, he was absolutely terrifying all the same.

I am suddenly pulled back from my thoughts when there is a knock on the door separating us from the boys' room.

I pull on my shorts and put my camisole on before opening the door. To my surprise, it's Dylan.

"Hey, can we talk?" He asks in a whisper, and I can tell by the tone in his voice that it's serious. I nod my head, even though I know exactly what he wants to talk about which is the conversation I've been wanting to avoid.

He follows me out into the hallway so we can have more privacy. He exhales deeply before speaking, and I can tell he is nervous.

"I wanted to talk about what happened tonight...between you and me..." He states quietly.

"I know...and Dylan, I'm so sorry I took off the way I did...but..." I begin to reply, but he cuts me off.

"I have feelings for you Tori...I always have...and I think you know that..."

His golden brown eyes lock with mine as he speaks, and my heart drops to my stomach. I knew Dylan wanted to talk about what happened tonight, but I didn't think he would start it off with that.

I stand frozen in place, not knowing what to do or say now that Dylan has expressed his feelings for me. He watches me closely, waiting for me to answer or reply. I look down at the ground in front of me, unable to look him in the eye any longer.

"I know...I know you do..." I reply in almost a whisper, knowing exactly how the rest of this conversation is going go.

"You don't know how hard it is to fight the feelings that I have for you. I know you are afraid of relationships and the idea of being with someone...but I don't know how much longer I can pretend that I don't want more with you. After what happened tonight, I thought for a split second that we didn't have to pretend anymore..." He replies with complete honesty, my heart pounding and aching within my chest.

Once again, he watches me closely...waiting for my answer or reply.

"I...I don't know what you want me to say..." I manage to say quietly, though I can tell by the look in his eyes that it's not good enough.

"Do you have feelings for me?" He asks bluntly, his eyes burning into mine. I know that I can't lie to him, or even avoid answering his question. I've been dreading this moment for a while...even though I knew it was inevitable to come. 

"You know I care about you and love you Dylan...more than anyone..." I begin to answer him, but he rolls his eyes and cuts me off.

"Just answer the damn question...do you have feelings for me or not?" He demands with frustration. My heart pounds in my chest, tears beginning to form in my eyes as his eyes burn into mine. 

Deep down, I know that I have feelings for Dylan...feelings that could potentially grow stronger if I let my guard down and opened my heart to the idea of love...

But I'm not ready. I'm not ready for all of this.

"I'm don't know..." Is all I can manage to reply as I cower my head, wrapping my arms tightly around me in an attempt to cam my nerves .

I look up at him, his eyes brimming with tears as he stares at me in disbelief. My heart literally breaks, and I want nothing more than to comfort him...despite the fact that his tears were caused by me, which makes my hear break even more.

"Dylan..." I whisper his name as I step towards him slowly, placing my hand against his cheek. My heart practically shatters as he reaches up and pushes my hand away.

He turns to walk away, and I can't fight my tears any longer as they begin to fall.

"Dylan wait!" I plead, reaching for his hand only to have him pull away from me even more. I watch him as he enters his room, tears  streaming down my cheeks as he slams the door shut behind him.

I stand there motionless, unable to move or speak as tears continue to fall from my eyes uncontrollably. My heart aches more than ever before as I realize that I just ruined everything...all because of my delusional fear of love and relationships.

I lean back against the wall, my legs slowly giving out beneath me as I slide down to the ground. I pull my knees into my chest as the tears continue to pour... and I am unable to hold back the sobs that begin to escape my lips.