Dementophobia (Harry Styles)

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Hadeophobia- The fear of Hell

I sat down in my seat just as the bell rang. Jess turned to me. The expression on her face made me confused.

"What?"  She furrowed her eyebrows at me. I raised a brow and she frowned.

"What happened to you? You look as if you've seen the devil." My eyes widened when I remembered my encounter with Harry. The way his eyes looked, he seemed almost, lost.

I shook my head at her, signaling I'd tell her later. She crossed her arms at me. I shrugged my shoulders and turned my attention to the lecture.

My eyes kept wondering up towards the clock. I started tapping my pencil against my notebook. I couldn't wait to leave and never come back. I sure as hell didn't want to tell Jessica what went down.

He made me nervous, the way his face was set. Cold and  emotionless. He had a secret to hide and I don't think I want to know.

My thoughts were interrupted as the bell rang, signaling lunch. I Shot up out of my seat and through the door. I didn't want to be caught by Jess. She'd force it out of me.

I fumbled through my bag, books between my arms. Searching for my house key.  Once I found the key, my books dropped from under my arms.

I groaned and went to pick them up. As I got on the floor, two dark brown boots appeared in front of me. I shuffled all of my stuff into my bag and looked up.

Shit. It was Harry. His arm was outstretched for me to grab. I hesitated.  He smirked.

"Is the little Jesus freak scared?" I instantly frowned at his remark. Slapping his hand away, I stood. My parents might be jesus freaks, it doesn't mean I take shit about it from other people. Especially, him.

"Excuse me?" He smirked and laughed. Not an amused one either. His face turned dark and I backed up.

He took two steps forward and I backed up 4. He stepped forward once again, then pinned me against the wall.

When my back hit the wall, I took an involuntary gasp. He smirked, getting in my face. "I said,  is the little Jesus freak scared?" His minty breath fanned my face.

My palms were sweating. "n-no. Why should I?" I stuttered, sweat beads were forming on my forehead.

He leaned towards my ear," Because, princess, I'm dangerous. Didn't you hear? I'm sure Louis told you all about me." I stopped breathing and closed my eyes.

My heart was beating fastly. My lip quivered at the mention of Louis. "L-louis? I don't talk to Louis. He scares me." I stuttered.

He chuckled, amused. I frowned. "What's so funny?" He laughed louder.

"Louis scares you? Louis? Princess Louis shouldn't scare you. You should be terrified of me." His voice changed. It was deeper.

Scary actually. His face turned to me and I froze.  His eyes. His eyes were black. Dark as coal. I tried to walk back towards the school but he caught my arm.

He spoke, but it wasn't his voice. "You can't escape us, Sara. We'll always find you." I ripped my arm from his grip and ran off.

When I got inside I bumped into Louis and Jessica. She looked worried, as well as Louis.

My body was shaking. My face felt wet.

I ran to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. You can't escape us Sara. We'll always find you. I ran my hands over my face and walked out.