Black Temptation

Chapter 29

*Harry's Pov*

Stop being so nervous! You got this. What are you doing? Stop fidgeting. Be a man! Stop being a little pussy and go get her. She needs you. You need her. You are 3 blocks from her house and now you decide stop in the middle of the road to rethink your decision? I swear, if you aren't high maintenance. Ok, stop talking to yourself. That's weird.

Running my hand through my hair, I use the other to put the car in drive.

"Ok."

I begin a steady pace towards her house. Of 3 mph. Remember, baby steps.

"She's going to love the gift. Chicks-Women love being brought gifts and being told they look beautiful. Not a beautiful accompanied by a sly small but a beautiful that is tangible. That isn't from sexual preference or her constant need of asking for it." I nod, closing, "How To Treat A Lady For Dummies" and pick up my speed.

Thats's when I see smoke. Not just from a chimney but big clouds of black smoke. It doesn't immediately hit me, but when the street I'm supposed to turn on is where her house is located...and the smoke is fuming, I put pieces together.

And it hits me in the back of head like a brick. My skin freezes, hairs standing up in my command, fingers taut with urgency. The darkness comes. Black pours into my eyes. Teeth turn to blades, grinding against each other.

I start speeding to the house, racing against time. Drifting on the curves, the house is engulfed in orange flames that shake even the most sinister side of me. Even the devil trapped inside of me feels like its home has been turned upside down.

I jump out of my car. I don't even turn it off. I black out. I'm back. I'm thinking. The first floor is gone. She better be on the second floor. I'm climbing. The poles are slippery. I slip. I climb. I slip. I climb.

Get the fuck up there Styles!

I'm on the balcony. I can feel the heat. I can taste the smoke. I kick in the doors. The heat smacks me in the face. I fall back. I shake it off. My eyes squint as I reject the pain of the flames and barge in. I cover my head. Where is she? My Princess. My diamond. My l-I see a hand. It's inert, colorless. I pick up the hand. I realize the hand is attached to a body. A body under a burning large piece of wood. An inert, colorless body.

And the second go at my head. It feels like a brick crashes on top of me. I black out. I'm back. It feels like I'm lifting a toothpick off of her. This is pure instinct. L- I pull her body off the floor. I lay her across my shoulder. I look around as the lines start to blur. She has to live. I'm running. I lay her on the balcony as I take off my over shirt. I tie it to a column. I put her back on my shoulder. I grab around her waist to secure her. I grab the shirt. I swing my leg over the railing. I hold her tighter. I slip down. Further. Futher. The knot loosens. Further. I can hear the crack of cloth against cloth. Further. We slip. We land in the bushes. I roll over, bringing her with me. I land on the ground. I lay her head on my chest. I grab under her delicious thighs...I black out. I'm back.

I'm running. I'm inside the car.

I turn her face between taut fingers.

"C'mon baby, wake up, wake up!"

She stares at me with darkness. I shake her.

"Please, please! Wake up! Don't-Don't die on me. I need you, McKenzie. Don't die, please. You are my life. You are my everything! My god, I-I...love you! Shit! I am in love you!"

What is this wetness on my hand?

Am I-crying?

No. Impossible. I don't cry. Harry Styles doesn't cry. Especially for some-some person like her. Not for anyone and especially not for her. But I can't let her die on me. I feel her neck for a pulse. A shiver. Anything.

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