corpse thee stallion - a love story

Certified Freak

  "Certified freak. Seven days a week. Wet a-"

  Megan was interrupted by a beep. She glared out the window of the recording studio. 

  "That's a wrap miss Thee Stallion," Mr. Harry Styles, her producer of her new remix album, said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "Besides, there is someone here to meet with you. Remember?"

  Megan stepped out of the recording studio and glared at the man. It was hard to be mad at him, though. He was Harry freaking Styles! His jawline was so sharp you could cut a frozen cube of milk right in half! He was the perfect man, but... cranky.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder, "Hello?" Harry Styles said, "Your visitor is waiting!"

  Megan scoffed as she brushed past Harry forcefully. She walked confidently out of the studio and to the lobby. She saw a man sitting on a chair facing towards her. He was patting his knee rhythmically and muffled a song. "Choke me like you hate me" he sang under under his breath. What a strange song. His hand was defined and bony; she could see the veins in his hands quite visibly. Man would she love to be choked by those!

  "Hello? Can I help y-" The man looked up. His emotionless, grey, pale eyes glared deep into her soul. He was very pale, he almost looked sick. But though he looked dead, the man still managed to be attractive. Megan knew this man though. She recognized him.

  "Corpse? Is that you?"