Dare

Chapter 83

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'The devil's got his eyes on you'
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"Ariana is it?" The man smirks.

I study him, noticing he is wearing a similar suit and hat from the last time I saw him.

"Uh, Hi, Harry's not here —" I stutter.

He leans back, a hand resting on his chest, shutting his eyes as he chuckles. As his cold laugh dies down, he retains a toothy grin glued to his face, showing off his lustrous white teeth.

His dark, glassy eyes glare at me, his tongue sliding against his bottom lip.

"No. Actually I wasn't looking for Mr. Styles. I came to find you." He says, his eyes focused on mine.

"Me?" Startled by his response. "Why? I don't even know who you are."

"Oh, I do apologise. Call me Johnny, Johnny Curtis." He winks, sticking out his hand.

I shake his hand whilst trying my best to provide a convincing smile, masking my confusion.

"Look Mr. Curtis..." I begin, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Oh please, just call me Johnny. It's lovely to meet you... properly this time."

He stares at me, his eyes darting to my lips and back. He steps closer towards me as my eyes follow his hand which rests on my cheek, his thumb gently stroking.

"Well aren't you beautiful,"

I gaze into his dark eyes, noticing a little grey in them, before pushing myself away and turning my attention to the floor.

I swallow — noticeably uncomfortable.

I look up at him, his lips pressed together in a frown. His eyebrows lower as I watch his jaw move a little as he swallows.

"Why are you here?" I stutter.

I try to stand my ground, but with my difficulty to comprehend this reality whilst having this intimidating unknown man in front of me, it failed.

He clears his throat. "I want to talk about Harry."

"I'd rather not." I reply.

He looks at me stepping closer resulting in myself moving back inside my own home. How one stranger can be so intimidating. How he held the power and control, anxious by the uncertainty of his next move. His welcoming smile was no more, replaced with a frown. My head had to tilt up to look at him with him towering over me.

"Do you love him?" He asks sternly.

He stops walking, now in the hall way.

"May I ask why you want to know this?"

"Do you love him?" He repeats, a little more sternly.

"Of course." I say.

"Do you think he loves you?"

"Well... yeah. I'd hope to think anyway. What is going on?"

"And you allow him to leave to do what he has to do?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Why not?" I stutter. "How do you know about that?"

"Oh, so you haven't heard?" He chuckles once again.

"What?"

"Oh, I don't think you would like to know." He says smirking, enjoying this advantage he had compared to me.