Heavy Breathing (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Parking lot is grim, dark, quiet. All that could be heard were my steps rapidly making contact with the concrete floor, running and panting, needing the oxygen to reach my lungs. It all echoes. I don't know exactly how I got into this situation, yet I am here. I'm being chased. Almost how a hungry lion would chase a wild buffalo. I'm running away, at this point almost flying for some shelter, or help. I don't know from who, but I am.. My breath is running short. I don't know where else to turn.