Hazy

Hazy: What's Yet To Come (Extended Excerpt/Teaser)

Hazy: What’s Yet To Come (Extended Excerpt/Teaser)

“Harry.” I breathed out—basically trying to exhale the thought of us being alone in a dark room.

The 6’ something hot of a mess ran his hand to his curly hair—which was, I guess, a sign of exasperation? I don’t know. I can’t see his face too well. There weren’t any lights except for the moonlight that the room’s only window selfishly gives us.

“Are you actually afraid of me?” He spoke his first words since we were here in a snicker. His tone had mocking in it, and I glared at his direction—he was a few feet away from me.

“No.” I responded. My body instantly fought against my answer though, for I was backing away from him—wanting as much distance as I could have physically.

The chances of us alone together wasn’t really surprising, a lot of situations can be lead to this, but, we—together, are unusual to the eyes—unusual to me. People would have the impression that we don’t get along that well, and I’d like to believe that, too. It was very odd to me. Like, I’m breaking some sort of rule that I have set in my mind. And I don’t like to break rules.

“Niiiiiiice.” I could faintly see his mouth curve into an arrogant smile, and I swear his eyes glowed.

His green eyes could basically light up this room—and I could very much feel the tension between us. Something has changed. Something has charged. Something always changes when I’m with him. And this time, it feels drop dead dangerous. And honestly, I don’t want to be a part of this. The surge, the feeling of suffocation—it’s making me dizzy.

“But do you want to know a secret?” His legs—damn his long legs, strode towards me easily. Of course. I nearly rolled my eyes to myself. I just gripped the desk I didn’t know I was leaning to already, anticipating him.

I don’t actually—I don’t want to know anything. I don’t want this. I don’t want his secrets that always, always turn into mysteries instead of keys that will lead to knowing him more. I don’t want vague. Harry is nothing but.

“I’m sort of afraid of you.” Harry spilled, closing the space between us. He frowned—his raw gesture made me want to believe his confession for a second.

“Why?” I squeaked. Any confidence I had in the dark practically drained the moment he moved his way to me.

Harry had his eyes closed—and right now, our faces were just inches apart. He sighed, over me—I could feel his breath on my cheek. I closed my eyes for a second, too. Just to feel. And when I opened them, his eyes were glowing again, gazing at me.

“Why are you afraid of me?”

It feels like we’re kissing already—how his body was lightly pressed into mine, but well, we’re not. And as if he hadn’t heard my question the second time—his response was typically, another mystery I couldn’t unravel. Harry Styles, his mind, his words—are a complex puzzle, a maze with a lot of tricks and dead ends.

Harry shook his head, smiling. “I figured, why should I resist? I do a lot of bad things. I love to do everything that’s bad.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing on earth.

“You’re literally the worst person for me. And with that, I’m scared.” Harry bit his lip before he continued.

“Worst is the superlative, the fullest of bad.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. He’s not making sense.

“What—what are you saying?” My words came out a whisper.

“You’re bad for me. Bad.” Harry cupped my face; one of his hands was lightly stroking my cheek. I panicked to the touch, but I mostly panicked at myself for liking it.

“And by that, I have decided for myself that you’re perfect for me. We’d be perfect for each other.”

I didn’t get what he was saying. But I didn’t fight to question his words. I closed my eyes. I can imagine him leaning in—I can imagine his lips touching mine, and I can guiltily imagine myself, maybe kissing back.

I’m already trapped in the maze. I don’t know if this maze has an exit at all.

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Author’s Note: YAAAAAAA SO THIS WAS PROBABLY BORING? I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU GUYS. :(

So, after probably two million years, I’m back? *gives every reader who basically didn’t quit on me a slice of cake and a long, handwritten love letter*

And this is basically a snippet of what’s yet to come. Are you excited? Are you nervous?

THIS IS THE NEW ERA, FOLKS!

But why are you still reading Hazy though? I don’t deserve you guys. Thank you. :(

But then, as I’m totally back (again) – I’m very open for people who want to translate this story to a different language, open for people to send me manips (please please do or send Nina Dobrev x Harry Styles or Nina Dobrev x Luke Hemmings), trailers, whatever, actually. Haha. Just message me! Or you can reach me at: @JamieCoson | @HazyFanfiction on twitter ☺☺☺

If you’re still reading, you can tweet about it. I kinda stalk your tweets, and then fangirl and RT/follow you guys. Haha.

And I will dedicate the next chapter to my most favorite comment here so, comment away! (And vote) And speaking of comments… I HAVE A QUESTION!

NIALL OR ZAYN? WHY? (Your answers will, no pressure, be very important for the next chapter)

So sorry for all the self promos. I suck, I know. But I’m updating again and I maybe have a few other stories in mind, and, yeah. Thanks guys! x