"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...
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"I tried to warn you when you were a child I told you not to get lost in the wild"
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Nova
"Well hello there, Nate."
My eyes widened at Harry's voice, greeting my regular at the film shop. I feel my mouth open slightly in shock as I turn to face him, noticing Harry's hard expression. His jaw is clenched as his squinted eyes stay put on Nate, not allowing him to leave his sight. I turn my head to follow Harry's death glare to see Nate's grave appearance as he continues to hold Harry's gaze.
I can feel my mouth run dry at the strange interaction between the both of them. Harry stands stiff behind me, his breathing becoming shallowed and deep as his chest heaves up and down.
"Harry," Nate nods, a crease protruding between his dark eyebrows.
Harry doesn't say anything else to Nate, just keeps his jaw shut so tightly that I'm beginning to feel like his teeth are going to ache once he opens his mouth again.
"I didn't realize you both knew each other..." I attempt to break the awkwardness that's stemming off their cold exchange as I stand in the middle of the tension that's building quickly between them.
"We go way back," Nate replies, only allowing for the uncomfortableness to linger even longer. "I didn't realize you knew Styles," Nate finally drops his eyes to mine for a brief second before hurrying and darting them right back to Harry's.
"I..." my mouth opens as I try to respond, but Harry's deep voice overpowers mine.
"We go way back too," he hurries and responds coldly, his glowering expression having no effect on Nate.
My mouth hangs open at Harry's response, not understanding what he meant by his remark. My mind races at what he means by 'we go way back too.' We barely know each other, I don't even think I would consider Harry as a friend of mine. I don't know what he is to me quite honestly, but I don't think I would hurry and assume Harry has any relation towards me, other than us being acquaintances due to uncertain circumstances.
"Unfortunate," Nate mutters so lowly, that I almost can't tell if I heard him correctly, but it's evident Harry did because he lets out a low grumble.
I clear my throat slightly, trying to break the uneasiness. I feel like I'm in the middle of gun fight as they stand there glaring at each other, not wanting to look away incase the other will draw their weapon on the other.
Nate brings his eyes back down to mine when he hears my attempt to dissipate the heavy air.
"Have you thought anymore about stopping by the studio to model for me?" his facial features soften a bit as he look back down at me through his black framed glasses.
