Addiction. (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Nine.

I'm running.

The walls are black and covered in mold. The ground beneath me is dirty, there's muddy footprints everywhere and all sorts of nails and pieces of random materials all over the place.

Where the hell am I?!

The house seems familiar but I can't seem to place where I know it from. Maybe a scary film I once watched?

I'm still running. Why am I running?

Just as I ask myself this question, I get the answer.

"Stop running you little cunt and get back here!"

It's him.

I'd know that voice anywhere. That voice that haunts me every second of every day. That sick, twisted voice of my worst nightmare.

That's when I realise where I am. I know this house. It's my old house but it's run down and dark, nothing like it was when we lived there.

Now I'm running as fast as I can but apparently so is he. His long legs travel quicker than mine and in a matter of seconds he's right behind me.

A strong force pulls me backwards and I realise he's gotten close enough to grab a hand full of my hair and rip me backwards. His disgusting grimmy hand is still tangled in my hair while his other hand is gently placed on my hip. My back is pressed up against him so tightly it's almost as if he wants to squeeze us into one person.