"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
It's been a week since Judy and I met Mason at the club.
Harry's club.
It's also been a week since I met the mysterious Harry Styles and for some odd reason I can't get his face out of my head. There was nothing remotely intriguing about our conversation that night, but I find myself always thinking about his emerald eyes. They captivated me and made me feel like I was in a whole other world. It got so bad that I would be doing dishes and randomly start thinking about his chestnut brown locks and how he would run his ringed fingers through his hair to make it lay perfectly on-top of his head.
He made this whole week very distracting and it bugged me so much.
As for Mason, he eventually started feeling better. The poor guy was in bed for about two days following the night at the club. Judy and I made sure he was well taken care of and hydrated, and by the third day he felt somewhat better. The strange thing was even when I was helping take care of Mason, I could still see Harry's eyes burning in my mind. It sometimes made me even madder, considering he let this happen to Mason. At one point I got so mad I accidentally gripped the bowl that held hot soup so hard it fell on Mason.
He was corrupting my mind.
It's Friday night and I was just getting off work. I work at a film developing studio in the city. We sell regular camera equipment, but we also have a darkroom in the back of the shop. It's my favorite place to go to relax, but I quickly found that if stay in there too long, the fumes start messing with my head. The dark room is peaceful though, I'm able to hand develop customer's pictures and feel inspired at the same time. It's a good place for me to zone out and be at ease with my thoughts. Who knew a job could be a form of therapy for me.
I lock the shop's doors and turn around to face the city street. It's a chillier Fall day, but it's refreshing. I love this time of year, especially in the city. I slip on my burnt orange coat and let the buttons stay unattached. I have a graphic white t-shirt tucked into my high waisted jeans with my black boots completing my ensemble. I pull my blonde hair out from my coat and place my hands in my pocket, starting to walk away from the shop.
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I decide against taking a cab home, it just felt too nice out and I want to take in everything that city offered. It's about 6 o'clock and the street lights on the sidewalk are about to flick on any minute, but for the time being, the sidewalk stays illuminated from store door fronts and restaurants. There was no way I was ever moving back to my old town. I loved this place too much.
People laughing, cars beeping, and music from the restaurants fill my ears. It's the perfect combination of hustle and bustle displayed throughout the city. I could never get tired of this. I didn't need my ear buds in, I enjoyed the raw noises that the city provided, especially on a Friday night.
I was about three blocks when my all of a sudden my ears were filled with the deep and rattling sounds of bass. It was drowning out everything around me and I could feel the thunderous sound in my chest. As I keep walking, the music begins to get louder and I feel my ears starting to ring a bit. Straight away my eyes meet the same brick building that I was standing in front of a week ago.
