CYNICAL - harry styles

TWO

MILAN NOEL

The wind hit my bare legs as the door to the alley outside the bar was flung open. It was pretty chilly outside, even though it was California, there was still a heavy breeze in the air.

Maybe a skirt wasn't the best idea, Mila.

I was still confused as to why this random guy that chose to sit next to me at the bar, also chose to drag me outside in the dead of night into the middle of an ally.

"You're going to murder me, aren't you?" I asked bluntly, but the man only rolled his eyes at me before pointing a finger towards the top corner of the building.

A security camera.

"How the hell do you know where all the security cameras are? That seems like very serial killer type research you have to do to figure that out."

"It's in quite plain sight, sweetheart. I don't really need to do research to find it." and he speaks! "And plus, if I really wanted to murder you, I would have just slipped a quiet daterape drug into your drink, that you seemed to be hauling around so very carelessly."

The word daterape made a shiver go up my spine.

We turned the corner as the door shut loudly behind us. There was a black steel ladder going up the side of the building, like the ones you would see as a New York apartment fire escape.

He held his hand out, motioning for me to go up the ladder. "You're fucking kidding me, right?" I look shockingly at him.

My eyes were already beginning to widen at the sight of the large ladder. There was no way in hell I was going up there.

"Go up." He spoke sternly, like he was talking to a dog.

"No-" I began to decline his offer, but my voice halted at the feeling of his hand grabbing my wrist again.

He pulled me closer to the ladder, pushing me by the back encouragingly.

"No, no. I really can't." I spoke quickly, not wanting to have to admit that I was deathly afraid of heights.

He gave me a questioning look as to why I could climb up the ladder, so I had to come up with an excuse more quickly than I would have liked to.

"I-I'm wearing a skirt." I state the obvious as if he couldn't see, motioning down at my bar legs.

"Well no shit, sherlock." He speaks harshly through his teeth, continuing to push me slowly more and more towards the ladder. "You're going up first."

"Um-" my eyes bulged, but he showed no intention of joking. "I'm not going to have you looking up my skirt as we climb up a ladder to-" I look around for a moment, "to god knows where!"

"You're going up the ladder whether you want to or not." He says, the words rolling smoothly off his tongue.

"Well you don't have a problem with authority." I mutter quietly before putting my left foot one the first rod, letting out a breath, attempting to build up the courage to make it to the second one.

I turn around to look at the man, seeing the tattoos that littered his arms. "Can I at least know your name before you have to see up my skirt?" My voice was laced with irritation as he rolled his eyes at my question.

He sighs when I narrow my eyes at him, seeing this was the only way I would be going up the ladder anytime soon. "It's Harry. Now go."

I thought this would be the perfect time to attempt to distract him from making me go up the complete death device. "Well, my name's Milan, like the city in Italy, it's spelled the same way to. I'm a Capricorn, which I really really hate because I personally think I have more Aquarius traits. I feel like you're a libra, or maybe a scorpio, just because you're bossy."