Idée Fixe (Harry Styles AU)

Prologue

The blinds was down, the moonlight bleeds through the tiny gaps. I cannot sleep, feeling that someone's watching me. As I toss and turn on my bed, I can't help but to cover myself with the heavy duvet. As if the soft material can protect me from my predator.

I glanced at the clock above my side table. It indicates that it's already half past two in the morning. I turned again, now facing my open window.

This isn't the first time I stay up so late. As a matter of fact, this seems to be a regular thing...

Sleep doesn't seem to like me at night.

The cold wind blew, sending shivers on my skin. I get up from my bed, and closed the distanced between me and the source of my discomfort.

Just what I expected, he was standing down the street. Wearing an all black outfit. His head was turned up, neck crained, looking straight at me. I cannot see his face, but I know he's watching me.

Every night, he watches me. With a last wave of his hand, he turned and walked away.

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Idèe Fixe
Copyright 2015 by Christine Dizon

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