Angels & Demons--Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Part 4

I lie in bed wide awake, my mind seemingly unable to calm down after everything that happened tonight. My heart aches in my chest as I think of how I hurt Dylan; it's strange because I thought all this time I was protecting our friendship...when in reality I was doing nothing but damaging it. I wish I could just let my wall down and allow myself to fall in love with him... I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it before. Yet, when you fall in love, you're allowing yourself to become vulnerable...you're taking a chance at either happiness, or complete heartache; and I don't know if I'm ready to handle that...not even with Dylan. I know eventually Dylan will pick himself up and move on from this...but, I don't know where that leaves us exactly...and the unknown lately seems to be nothing short of terrifying.

I close my eyes and exhale deeply in an attempt to calm my nerves, yet my mind is welcomed by the images and memories of the terrifying experience I had earlier tonight at the club. I quickly flash my eyes open, my heart racing in my chest as my breathing quickens with fear. I'd like to think that the encounter with the terrifying yet, insanely attractive man was just a figure of my imagination...but, I know it wasn't. No matter how many times I try telling myself that what I saw and felt the moment he touched me wasn't real, deep down I know that's not the case. His beautiful, mesmerizing, green eyes turning the darkest shade of black as he stared into mine...it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. I know that if I told anyone, they would think I was crazy...and rightly so. But, I know what I saw; it was as if I was staring into the eyes of a tortured soul.

After accepting the fact that I am not going to be able to fall  asleep, I finally decide to climb out of bed and get some fresh air. I make my way out to the pool area, which luckily is completely unoccupied and quiet. I sit down at the edge of the pool, immersing my feet into the cool, calm, water. I exhale deeply, finally feeling somewhat relaxed now that I am alone and not confined within a small hotel room. I close my eyes as I listen to the beautiful sounds of nature within the forest surrounding me, my anxiety slowly drifting away as I finally begin to feel peaceful and calm.

Suddenly, I jump at what sounds like twigs snapping within the forest behind me. I quickly glance back, my heart racing slightly as I stare through the barred fence and into the dark forest behind me. I try to relax myself with the idea that it was just an animal; I mean, we are in the middle of a forest in Oregon...

Right then, the gate to the pool slams shut...making me jump and gasp in fear once more. I stare at the gate in confusion, my heart racing within my chest as I sit frozen in fear. I try coming up with explanations as I stare at the metal gate, the force of it slamming shut still making it shake within it's place. Despite any crazy explanation I can manage to come up with, there's one thing I know. I know that I didn't come through the outside gate...so there's only one way it could have been opened and then slammed shut...

I slowly pull my feet out of the cool water, my body trembling as I try to stand to my feet. Just as turn to run back towards to hotel doors, I am stopped abruptly by a man standing a foot away from me and blocking my way back to the hotel. His clothes are torn and ragged, his bloodshot eyes staring into mine as he holds a bottle concealed with a paper-bag.

"Well aren't you just a pretty thing?" He slurs, laughing as he places the bottle against his lips. I stand frozen in fear, unable to respond as his eyes trail up and down my body.

"What's a girl like you doing out here alone at this time of night?" I asks suspiciously as he takes a step closer to me. I take step back, my heart racing in my chest as I try to hide my fear.

"I um...I'm not alone..." I respond nervously, feeling as if I am experiencing Deja Vu...only this time with a different terrifying stranger.

He glances around, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continues to step towards me.