Trouble

The place was crowded, I barely can squeeze through these people who were having a makeout session with a random stranger, girls grinding against some prick, I tired crawling through these crazy people and I did.. Well that was easy. My throat was getting itcy, I needed blood. I sniffed, wait a minute, I narrowed my eyes as I sniffed again while I was chocking on my breath

he can't be here

I gulped slowly as I made my way to the bar, glancing in every direction

He's here Catherine, you can smell him.

I groaned lowly as I ordered a drink from a muscular bartender, shit my throat was getting more itcy, fuck no I can't. My eyes started to turn red, the bartender turned to me holding my tall glass of drink. He furrowed his eyebrows

"Are you alright miss?" His low raspy voice made me shiver, "yeah I'm fine" I mumbled as I scanned through the crowd as I spotted a tall guy, with curly locks and a girl grinding on him, My eyes turned pitch black as I clenched my fist tighter.

"Harry Fucking Styles" I growled lowly.

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