Different - Harry Styles au

Different - Harry Styles au

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I walk out of the studio, feeling like complete shit. How am i supposed to write a song in one week?! i groan in frustration "Ughhh." burying my head in my hands as I walk, I can already feel the stre- "Ouch!" I felt my bum hit the floor. I get up and see someone on the ground too. I reach out my hand, pulling him up, "Sorry 'bout that" i say, guilt creeping up my throat. "ont worry abou it lub" he says, what a weird accent. I look up at him and see him grinning, my breath getting stuck in my throat. The sun shining down on his skin making it glow, I look down to his lips, then i notice! He doesn't have any teeth!
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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