Short Story: Alleyway Deals

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London sky was covered in pitch black, the myriad of stars hiding behind the veils of cloud cover. The encompassing darkness had blotted out all but the faintest light, leaving the dim London lampposts to guide the pedestrians. The sky rumbles, thunder echos from the Heavens as if warning him to go back and not to intervene with their plans set in stone. Mother's tighten their grips on their children, the elderly quicken their steps, people brushing their shoulders amongst another; trying to reach their destinations and take shelter before the the sky tears open. He pulls the black hoodie tighter around his face, ducking past strangers and hastily walking down the street before somebody notices. His breath quickens, brushing aside the thoughts that flicker inside his head. He mumbles apologies, as he bumps an elderly couple, keeping his head low and taking quicker strides before someone stops him and tries to tell him there is no coming back from this. He has no choice. he has accepted his fate. A hollow chuckle escapes from his lips-this is what his life had become. The warning was a nice little touch-wether it was winter taking it's course or something that was actually looking after him, he told himself it was the latter. He warred with himself internally. Eventually, one side won. His hands are shaking as he clenches and unclenches his fists tightly inside his deep hoodie pockets, desperately trying to hold on. He steps into a murky puddle, making a left into the alley. He tentatively walks forward, shards of glass crunching loudly under his heavy boots. His heart clenches, the hair on the back of his neck standing as the unwelcoming wind whips through his body bringing along the tangy, copper smell. The smell is so putr... ... middle of paper ... ... his eyes as Zayn starts banging on the door. "Fuck, please! Harry!" "Harry! C'mon!" He croaks, slamming his palm against the wood furiously. His hands were stinging with pain, each pounding on the door tightening the grip on his heart. Minutes after furiously pounding, he stops . Silence fell, he's not there. The demon didn't keep her end of the deal. Harry was gone for good and he would remain soulless- just a shell of himself. Zayn would remain in a broken band, slowly watching the other boys wilt away, unable to do anything cos that constant feeling of hopelessness and betrayal will remain with him till his last days. He stood there for minutes, trying to gather all his thoughts. "No..."He staggers back. This wasn't how it was suppose to end. He was in such a frayed, chaotic state of mind that he didn't notice the door yank open. "Zayn?" came a raspy voice.

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