The Missing Pulse (on hold)
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Ultima pubblicazione dom, gen 3, 2016
I walked down quickly towards the bathroom when someone unexpectedly grabbed me by the waist and covered my mouth, pulling me into the Janitor's Room. I screamed, and kicked but that was no use. The room was completely dark, my eyes have yet to adjust. I tried running from the strangers grip but he simply tightened his grip around my waist. I began to panic when I noticed the door was locked. Shit, shit. My breathing began to quicken as I realized what's going to happen.
"Shh." A deep husky voice spoke. "Don't panic babe."
"H-Harry?" My voice quivered a bit as I spoke.
"You recognized my voiced, how sweet" He chuckled.
"W-what do you w-want." I stuttered.
He laughed; it was a deep laugh. "What I want?"
"Yeah, what do you want?" I managed to keep myself from stuttering.
"You." His voice was deep and raspy this time.
"Wha-" I was cut off by a pair of lips crashing onto mine. My eyes went wide, I placed my small hands on his chest and pushed with all the force I could to get him off of me. He wouldn't budge. He tried slipping his tongue in my mouth but I squeezed my lips shut. He groaned and bit my bottom lip, causing my yelp. He took that opportunity to stick is tongue in, he had a sweet taste. Wait, what no! Why am I thinking this? With no last thought, I bit his lower lip with all the strength that I could; he simply flinched and grinned.
"Feisty as always." He whispered seductively. "But I would rather taste your blood not mine."
I could taste a bit of fresh blood, clearly his, but why would he want to taste mine?! He licked my bottom lip before pulling away, I slapped him and quickly looked for the doorknob, unlocking it and running out of the Janitor's Room, and ran down the hall. I stopped for a minute and looked back. There he was, the one and only Harry Styles standing in the door way of the room, smirking. I stared at him, confused and frightened. He cleaned off some of the blood from his lip, blew me a kiss and walked away.
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