The shortcut

A seemingly innocent shortcut through a dark city alley turns into a nightmare. After a night of fun with friends, y/n finds herself walking home in the early hours, only to realize that something, or someone is following her every step. She can't seem to shake the growing feeling that she's not just being watched... she's being hunted. But when she finally thinks she safe, her nightmare is far from over. In fact, it's only just beginning. The line between dream and nightmare starts to blur in a way she can't escape. What happens when the darkness knows you better than you know yourself? What happens when you start to like it? What happens when you don't want to leave it?

A Harry styles X reader fanfic