Philophobia (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Six

Love will always be a game to him.

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It was dark.

I was now standing in a alleyway.

The smell of smock invading my nostrils as I inhaled the toxic smell.

Fear was the only thing to describe how I was feeling.

I was now sprinting. Running away from the alleyway as fast as I can. But there was this strange feeling I had as if someone was following me so I wiped my head to the side only to see a shadow following me but not just one, they were more then one.

Beads of sweat were now forming on my forehead and my breathing was getting shallower by the second.

I couldn't breath, I was losing oxygen as I ran.

I suddenly stopped and turned around as I notice how there was a path of smoke following me. The beat of my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I suddenly felt anxious. 

I stopped only to feel the pit of my stomach churn. I felt sick. My hand reaching for my neck as I started chocking out of the blue.

"He isn't capable of love sweetheart." they repeatedly whispered as I shivered.

I couldn't escape them. They wouldn't let me. It was the only thing I heard.

Repetition of them saying "He isn't capable of it." was the only thing I could hear as I went insane.

I started breathing regularly again but somehow, something made me take a sharp intake of air as I froze when someone whispered "To him love will always be a game".

That's when my heart stopped beating and everything went black. 

My body shot up from the bed as my heart rate started beating faster then ever. It was all just a nightmare, I haven't had does in ages. Fantastic. Note the sarcasm.

I got up from the bed as I shivered at the cold touch of the ground. My body was wrapped around with the bedsheets. I sigh to look over the bed. He was gone, no longer beside me. 

Nothing different there. But I was slightly upset. I was hoping to wake up with him by my side.. But he wasn't.

As I walk down the stairs admiring his home decor. I walked to the kitchen and noticed a sticky note on the fridge.

"I'm out taking care of business. 

Don't try anything stupid.

I mean it Milly.

Harry xx"

I rolled my eyes as I opened the fridge and got myself a bottle of water to drink.

I have no clothes so I might as well walk around the house naked. I like going commando. Its how I walk around the house all the time, since no one was home. My body was nothing to be ashamed of especially since Harry was gone. He din't say anything about not walking around naked. 

I walked back up to Harry's bedroom with my water bottle. As I reached his bedroom, I dropped the bed sheets onto the ground. The sheets meeting the floor. My back face to the door. I was now there standing naked and enjoying the feeling as I closed my eyes shut.

Suddenly, my eyes widen when someone coughed behind me signalizing me that I was no longer alone in this room.

Oh my god.

I instantly grabbed the sheets from the ground and covered myself as I turned around to face the intruder with my eyes wider then ever.

My eyes scanned the boy who had wide eyes, mouth agape and grasping a little suitcase behind him. My cheeks flushed from embarrassment as I stared at the intruder who was standing in front of me.