Unpredictable (A Harry Styles Fan fiction)

We started our trek down to the dimly lit alley, as we got closer I could make out the sound of heavy, raspy breathing. I'm not going to lie, it scared the shit out of me. Skye and I quietly tiptoed down the dark, musky alley. "Excuse me, is someone here who can help us? Our car broke down and--" I was cut off by the force of being pushed against the cold alley wall, and my neck being met with hot breath.