Demon // [Harry Styles AU]

05 // Blurred

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My hand clenched around the plastic cup in front of me. I came here to explore, but I was still seated on the same stool I directly placed my body after entering this place. Just the thought of bumping into him again frightened me, even though I came here to do exactly that. I needed to see him again, proof to Liam he wasn't just my psychotic imagination. He was a real person, or at least something like that. I had felt him, his body, his breath. I had heard his voice, loud and clear may I add.

''I still don't understand why you wanted to come back here, I thought you hated this place.'' Liam spoke, turning his face to look at me. ''I do.'' I simply replied, my eyes scanning the room once again. I wanted to look down, to slim the chances of him catching my attention. But I couldn't, wouldn't.

Liam sighed. ''You don't have to proof to me that he's real.'' He spoke, like he was watching the movies playing continuously in my mind. My brain changed from a book, to a movie. Constantly on replay. ''I know I don't, but I want you to see. See the horror I saw. Because you don't believe me if I don't show you.'' I exclaimed, sipping my drink to calm myself down. I had been on edge ever since I told him, and ever since he looked at me like I belonged in a mental hospital. That hurt more than all the boy from my nightmares could do. I didn't care about him at least, It wouldn't matter to me if a stranger found me crazy. But the boy I trusted with my life, that was different. When he disbelieved me, when his eyes told me everything I just spoke had slipped passed my sanity, it simply broke a part of me. And I needed that part fixed, I needed him to believe me out of all people. If he wouldn't after tonight, I didn't know what I would do.

''Don't you have school tomorrow?'' I turned around, facing the unknown voice. Standing in front of me was a boy with a beautiful grin, ''Zayn!'' I exclaimed, hugging him. ''What are you doing here?'' I asked, not expecting him to be here in a club as unknown as this one. ''My mate's boss owns this places.'' He told me, sitting down at the bar stool next to me. He was still smiling, but when he's eyes suddenly went passed me, his smile dropped. A small cough left his lips. ''Liam.'' He spoke, no emotion what so ever visible in his voice.

I turned around quickly, because of the excitement of seeing Zayn again, I had totally forgotten Liam was here too. ''Zayn.'' Liam replied, never looking at the dark haired boy. Liam drank from his drink, his fingers tapping the bar. ''Uhm...'' Fell from my lips, not sure what to say. ''Haven, come dance with me.'' Zayn spoke, after a few minutes of an awkward silence. But before I could deny he had already pulled me off my stool, taking my hand and leading me on the dance floor quickly. ''Since when do you like to dance?'' I spoke, my voice raised to try and make sure he could hear me above the music and chatters of other teens. ''I don't.'' He spoke, his voice deep and serious. ''I just wanted to get away from there.'' He continued to speak, through gritted teeth. His annoyance level was just as bad other times he came face to face with Liam. I sighed deeply, rubbing his arm. I could feel how tense his body, but it lightened up underneath my touch. ''Can't you two just bury the hatchet?'' I asked, his eyes looking down at me because of his height. ''It's not that simple, Haven. You'd understand if you knew what he did.'' He replied. "Why won't you just tell me what he did? So I can understand.." He looked down at me, shaking his head lightly. "I can't. I'm sorry."

I bit my lip, noticing how we were just standing there. In between the dancing, sweating, laughing teenagers, having the time of their lives. It felt wrong, for them to have such a good time. While Zayn was angry, and sad memories flutted back into his mind. I looked back at Liam, who was looking into his glass. He always get's so down when Zayn is around him. He looks like he feels so guilty. And me, in the middle of the two boys. I cared about them both so much, it was unexplainable. It has been going between the two like this for two years now. And they both refuse to tell me what had happened between them. ''Can we stand to the side and talk? I don't feel comfortable standing in between, these people.'' I said to Zayn, but a tall, blue eyes girl turned around. Probably at my words 'These people', taking them as an insult. She looked down at me, just because she could. She was tall, and her heels didn't help me stand prouder when she towered over me already. ''Let's go.'' Zayn spoke, winking at the girl before pushing me away from the overly crowded dance floor.