Philophobia (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen

The world wasn't a safe place for a girl like her.

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The loud music ringing in my ears making it hard for me to hear the pounding of my chest yet I could feel the pulsing of my vein all over my system. The spotlights shinning on me occasionally as the darkness took back its place. The sound of the bass dropping with every step I took made my heart race. I felt the way the music made my heart pulse faster in my chest as Whitney led me to the dance floor of people.

We danced for what felt like hours. We gridded on each other and laughed our ass off, looking extremely idiotic yet we din't care who was watching as we let loose.

I had to admit it was fun letting loose but as I dance I felt something very strange where at one point it was bothering me at the thought of it. I felt uncomfortable.

Once in a while every man would watch us, sending us dangerous glares as I cringe at the sight, feeling the hair on my arms rising at the tension in the air.

All eyes were on us and I felt uneasy. I knew Harry was watching but I felt someone else's eyes on me that was bothering me.

So many people gathered around the dance floor as I grew tensed now noticing this crowded atmosphere. The lack of oxygen made it so hard for me to breath. I grew worried at this new aspect of myself. This always would always happen whenever I was tensed. I never had breathing problems but ever since Harry kidnapped me and has forbidden me out of his sight as he grew possessive towards me was all I have been having problems with, especially my heart. The pain I felt whenever I was with him was odd. Very very odd.

The feeling of my heart beat racing quickly, my lungs tightening at the lack of oxygen; I couldn't breath. It was to difficult to do so while I was this tense. I needed someone to help me relax, help me regain my composure. 

I whipped my head to the side only to realize that Whitney was gone.

She was no longer behind me.

Fuck.

My eyes widening as I grew even more tenser as I felt someone's arms grabbing a hold of my waist by the back. My heart pounding in my chest, I was now shouting for help but no one noticed since the number of crowed grew.

Someone held me tightly as they grabbed me by the waist and led me towards the dark hallways in the back of the club where Harry dragged me a while ago.

Tears streaming down my face from fear. What could I have possibly done to deserve all of this. 

I never wanted this to happen to me. I don't understand in the saying "everything happens for a reason" that saying never really applied to me because this was not making any sense at all. 

"Let go of me" I struggled in the persons hold, hopelessly.

"Why should I do such thing" They spoke with a manly voice. His voice wasn't recognizable. Not one bit...

Who the hell was this?

"W-who are you! " I hissed becoming aggravated by this person.

"My name is John Peterson, love" he whispered as he twirled my body around so I was now face to face with a tall man but not as tall as Harry. He had brown hair and emerald eyes. He was good looking but he wasn't Harry. 

"Harry Harry Harry is he all you think about Milly. Is that all you think about in a situation like this" I thought to myself.

Something was defiantly wrong with me. I was too corrupted in Harry.