chaper thirteen
disintegrate
listen to "sweet serial killer"
by lana to get the full effect
we has passed the start of the wilderness, and were now walking through the wood.
blackness consumed us as we padded on through the low branched trees.
the darkness reminded me of death.
i didn't like it one bit.
"harry, how can you see where we're going," i asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake any creatures that might be lurking around at this time.
"shh babe. we're almost there."
i huffed, annoyed at his ignorance to my question, but decided to try to keep to myself for the duration of the trip.
we walked in silence for about five minutes.
the only noise being the sound of earth crunching under our feet.
although the unbearable weather was still managing to make my cheeks flush, my hands were beginning to sweat.
it was odd.
maybe it was just my nerves.
yeah that was it.
seconds passed, after my observation.
a sour scent filled my nostrils.
it smelt like a smoke, but with a tang.
a mix of gas and rotten milk.
strange.
"what's that smell."
silence.
"harry."
before i could repeat myself again, he answered.
"we're nearly there."
and that's when i saw it.
a glint.
light.
life.
maybe there were people on the other side.
that could help me.
get me home.
away from harry.
his magnetizing ora.
as we descended towards the source of the small golden fuzz.
hope.
the wood starts to thin.
the fuzz ; glint ; became more visible.
clearer.
sharper.
and so did the objects around it.
people.
the light.
was a flame.
a lighter.
kids.
smoking.
something clicked in my brain.
that smell.
weed.
the only reason why i was familiar to the smell was because once on the fourth of july me and my friends had decided to go exploring in the woods.
and let's just say we found a bag of things kids shouldn't find.
"harry. i want to go."
no response.
"right now."
i stopped my feet from moving, and stood my ground on the fertile soil.
i didn't know who harry was involved with.
what he planned on doing with me.
but i knew i didn't want to be apart of it.
the light now cast a warm glow on harry, forming a silouhette.
the edges of his curls gave off a soft yellow tint.
it was pretty.
but i wouldn't let that distract me.
pretty.
his pretty face.
his pretty everything.
but even with that mindset, i was not prepared for his change of direction.
him turning around.
looking directly at me.
face to face.
eye to eye.
his mouth inches away from mine.
those lips.
he could distract me.
he was.
i couldn't stop it.
this moment.
i just couldn't.
"im afraid i can't let you do that, sweetheart."
he smirked, yet his eyes didn't match the emotion his lips met.
they matched intimidation.
power.
"we're just getting started."
"hey styles! ready to have some funn!" a voice slurred, coming from the direction of people.
his eyes now held a different kind of emotion.
one that i was not familiar with.
but i had a feeling it had to do with the foreign scent that filled my nose.
i did a double update since i havnt updated in like two weeks )): sorry i was having major writers block but i think its better now.
please comment and vote!
comment what you thinks gonna happen next? the smell?
i love writing this ahhh <3
AND CAN SOMEONE PLS EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE DEAL IS WITH SUPPOSEDLY THE VJDEO FOR DIANA COMING OUT DECEMBER 5???
oh and i got tickets for wwa:)
floor seats yay very thankful!
ily guys sm
sky xx
