Virtue [H.S]

The silence is deafening. 

The absence of sound suddenly so thick, so suffocating, that it felt as if it had replaced all the oxygen in the air. I feel my chest burn as I struggle to control my breathing, clutching the hem of my dress to stop my hands from trembling. I take a deep gulp of air, forcefully drawing air into my lungs, wincing when I taste blood on my tongue. It's bitter, and metallic, and nauseating. 

I look down at my fingers then, releasing my hold on the dark fabric that clung to my body with sweat. I swallow bile at the sight of the deep, sickly crimson colour that stained my skin and clung to the beds of my nails, already beginning to dry. I allow my gaze to move upwards, finally looking at Harry again.

He is half shrouded in shadows, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly, in time to his own fast-paced and ragged breaths. Even in the dim lighting, I can see the blood splattered across his face, tainting the features that I knew so well. His hands match my own; smeared in dark red and shaking. He stares back at me from the other side of the alley.

The heavy bass that reverberates from inside the club does little to slice through the thick tension that has blanketed us. The night air is crisp against my exposed skin, and I feel a shiver roll down my spine. Our shaky breath blows out in puffs of grey smoke, mingling in the air.

I manage to tear my eyes away from Harry, instead looking downwards to the body lying motionless on the cold, cracked concrete between us. I focus on their motionless chest, and sickeningly pale hue to their skin, stark against the scarlet hue of their blood.

No longer able to stand the silence, I force myself to speak, my voice quivering.

"We are so fucked."

♔

Ella

Harry

Gwen

Reign

♔

This is your FIRST, and ONLY warning, that this story contains lots and lots of fun and sinful things, so buckle up and enjoy the ride. This story focuses on a character who works as a stripper in a club, which is a profession that comes with many mature themes. So please, do not read if things like drugs, sex and swearing make you uncomfortable.

I would like to disclaim now that the Harry Styles portrayed in this story is OBVIOUSLY not indicative of the real Harry Styles that we all know and love. This is purely a work of fiction, and his name and face is purely used for the purpose of portraying a character.