"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...
Surpriseeee. I lied about not updating the rest of the weekend. I just really wanted to get this chapter out :)
Also this chapter may be triggering, just a heads up.
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Harry
I can feel the tension building up in me after storming out of the film shop. I can't believe what I just saw. I never thought I would be haunted like this again. There's a small part of me that thinks maybe I mixed her face with another's again. I tend to do that a lot.
Ever since Nova passed out in the club and laid knocked out on my couch, her face has been following me. It's partly the reason I took Zayn with me to go see Nova. I needed to see she was okay.
I barely slept last night. I probably only got an hours worth. Other than that I was up pacing around, staring out the window, watching Nova sleep, or reading. I couldn't concentrate on one thing very long.
I would be looking out the window and see her face in a crowd of people, walking among the dimly lit street, peering up at me like she knew I would be watching her out my window. I couldn't even watch Nova sleep without blinking and then immediately seeing her. It fucked with my brain so much. Reading didn't distract me either. I read her name on the page a million times, confusing it with another character. Her sweet voice even filled my ears, letting me know she was with me.
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"Oh Harry, you did a very bad thing," she would click her tongue in a disapproving manner as if I was a kid getting scolded.
"You're never going to get rid of me. I'm always going to be in your head," she whispered sweetly with a tinge of evilness. It was almost like honey was dripping off of her forked tongue.
Nothing I did stopped her from entering my head, and seeing that photo didn't help me anymore. I didn't register the picture clearly, maybe it was someone who looked like her, maybe my brain was playing tricks on me. I'm not sure but it's gone now, the picture is gone. It can't haunt me any longer.
I shuffle down the street, walking fast and pushing passed the people who are starting to crowd the sidewalk. It's almost noon which means people are going to start making their ways to the restaurants along the strip.
My legs start to feel weak, almost like I just ran a 10k. I keep pushing my way through the city street, feeling my heart start beating faster as I think about the photo. I may have destroyed it, but it still haunts me.
I need to get to the club soon or I'm going to freak out on one of these pedestrians. I can't contain the anxiety and panic boiling inside of me, I run for the club now, literally pushing people with my hands, getting them out of me way. Little do they know it's for their own good.
