'Back To Life' - Harry Styles fanfic

Chapter 4

My head was still feeling heavy from the earlier events of the day. I almost chose not to believe them, but it was impossible not to. He was with me, in my house, kissing my skin, speaking to me in such a way I never thought could be possible after the previous night.

Stop it. Just. Just forget him. He's not normal. Something about him isn't right.

Becka and my group of friends who had been out with me that fateful night, had apologised profusely, blaming their large alcohol consumption, for their quick exit. In their eyes, I was 'flirting' with a 'very hot guy'. Okay so maybe I was, but if only they knew the whole story. Either way, they had agreed to meet me at my local pub. Saturday nights meant karaoke nights, and they agreed to stay for as long as it was running, before dragging me into town with them for 'round 2'. I couldn't decline the offer, especially when karaoke was involved.

I smiled at my reflection. I had opted for a simple black vest dress that hugged my curves and slimmed my stomach. I had straightened my hair and applied bronze smokey eye make-up and a pink lipstick to match my cheeks. I had decided to add some oomph to the outfit with gold sparkly heels. They were mid-heel so I would at least be able to walk in them, should I get as intoxicated as the others. I slipped on my studded leather look jacket to give me an edge and then spritzed myself with some perfume. I smoothed my dress and took one last glance in the mirror, before grabbing my clutch bag and leaving the house.

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The walk to the pub had felt a little scarier than usual. I had glanced behind myself many a time, 100% convinced that I was being followed, yet no one was there. The only remote sign of life being the passing cars.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the pub, the warmth wrapping itself around me in an instant. I slipped off my jacket, folding it over my arm, and then walked up to the bar, ordering my usual drink.

I checked my phone several times. Still no reply from the text I had sent Becka, but I held onto the one from earlier telling me they would arrive just after 9pm. Taking my drink after I had paid for it, I walked over to a small table, seating myself there and placing my drink down. A smile spread across my lips as I scanned through the songbook.

Hmm...what shall I sing tonight...

I tapped the pen against my lips as I glanced at the blank song slip resting on the table in front of me. My head felt a little hazy as I had already downed half of my drink, and I giggled to myself upon realising it.

God I am such a lightweight. Right...song choices...

A song jumped out of the page and I quickly scribbled the details onto the paper. Taking a deep breath, I stood up from the table, and ran up to the speaker where a few song slips were placed. I bit my lip and returned to my table. It was done. No going back now.

I checked my phone again. It was 9:10pm and there was no sign of my friends, but once more, I told myself they were just running late. Before I could give it another thought, my name was called.

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The song was half-way through when I entered the room, and any thoughts of not using my compulsion on her, were completely out of the door. Her voice did something to me. It awakened me. It made me feel. It aroused me. There was no doubt in my mind now. I was going to use my compulsion on her. I was going to make her want me just as much as I wanted her. I was going to give her a night she would never forget and I would always remember. I was going to do everything to her my mind had dreamt up, and then once it was over, I would be satisfied. I would have settled this deep hunger inside myself, and I could let her go like the rest of them. That is how it always was. That is how it was going to be. There would be no exceptions this time. No matter how much my head and heart were telling me that this was different, that she was different, I wasn't going to allow myself to feel. I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve anything, or anyone for that matter, and that wasn't about to change.