The Lyre of my Soul -H.S

"And what do you think you're doing 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 Styles." I muttered through my teeth over the blasting music and horny lovesick adults.

He turned around showing his stupid smirk and screeched, "Oh baby, killing you on this floor might be one of the things running through my head, but I'll save that for later, dontcha think? Might have some fun with you first."

"Go fuck yourself Styles." I stared at his shiny oral green eyes before adding "Or should I say 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵."

"Tsk tsk, someone's mad, and oh I will fuck myself, don't worry darling." He winked as I gave my back to him and ran back bursting through the doors for a quick change of plans which will turn everything around.

Let the fun begin 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 Styles.