Chloe POV:

Dean pulled me out onto the dance floor in a swift, effortless motion. I stumbled clumsily with a surprised look on my face.

Dean Styles... Can dance?

We were about to start, when the mood and the song slowed. The heat of the dance floor was literal as I watched bodies drenched in sweat, panting and clinging onto one another.

The band, apparently named 5 Seconds of Summer, announced with a smirk, "Okay guys, we're going to slow things down a bit. And boys, you might want to hang onto your women." The lead singer, Luke, who was in my Chem class, gave a slight wink as they introduced a song of their own called "Beside You".

As I watched the band begin the song, Dean turned my face lightly with his fingers so that I was facing him again. His eyes had a titanium hold on me as he drew me closer. "Chloe Thompson," he asked in a voice that was unfamiliar, "May I have this dance?"

I smiled, admiring his crooked grin, "Of course you may." He then lifted me up with ease as he set me onto his feet.

He leaned in and I could feel his hot breath on the skin of my neck, sending a tingling sensation down my spine, "Just follow my lead." He whispered again in a soft, sultry voice; just like a lullaby. I fell into his spell as he moved smoothly and rhythmically across the dance floor. His eye contact remained and he said, "You look phenomenal, Chloe." With a gaze that still kept me under lock and key.

This time, I went for the kiss. Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his. It was soft, not at all passionate or steamy. But more romantic and sweet. And I never wanted to let him go, but unfortunately, a girl's gotta breathe.

I pulled away and slowly opened the lids of my eyes. It took him a second to realize the absence of my lips as I ran my fingers through his hair and grinned,

"Who would've ever guessed that Dean Styles could, not only, look absolutely ravishing in a tux.. But also dance?" My smile grew wider, "You amaze me, Dean."

As I said that, the music began to speed up again as they played another one of their songs, "She Looks So Perfect". Dean noticed the change in music too as he gave me a cheeky smirk.

I whispered into his ear, "I might not know how to dance, but I sure know how to grind." I winked as I watched his eyes grow bigger and watched him slightly gulp. I know that ealier I said that I didn't know how... but that was before I had some "dance" lessons with Clara.

That's what a true friend does... teaches you how to grind.

I instinctively turned around so he was facing my back as our hips moved to the beat of the music. The crowd almost instantaneously grew more raunchy with the tempo changed.

I reached a hand behind me and lightly ran my fingers through his gorgeous locks of hair. Then, closing my eyes, I was enjoying the moment. And when I opened them, I was receiving a look from Clara. Her face scanned our intertwined bodies in approval as she danced all over Sam. I returned hers with a look of my own, letting her know that I approved too.

Dean's hands slid down my sides sensually as the floor started to heat up again. And I could feel Dean's lips touch against my sweet skin, causing my eyes to close again. Our bodies moved in sync perfectly. I mean, we really got into it. We got lost in the music for so long that when it slowed down, it felt as if we stepped out of a trance. Almost as if we lost time. I turned back around to face him as we both attempted to catch our breaths.

His words were barely audible as he muttered between pants, "Wow... You're... really good at that."

"You... are too." I complimented with the same amount of breath support. "I'm going to... go get some punch... Do you want anything?"

"Nah," He declined, still struggling to catch up, "I'm just going to get some fresh air." I smiled sadly at that, but not long enough for him to notice. I couldn't stand to be one second away from him.

But instead I nodded and said; "Okay, don't be gone too long."

"You won't even notice I left." he reassured me as he kissed me on the nose. Then he smiled and turned the other direction.

Following a soft sigh, I maneuvered myself through the crowd to the refreshments table. Taking a sip of the pink, bubbly concoction, I observed the sea of dancing bodies. As I examined the progress of Clara and Sam, I was interrupted by someone.

"Excuse me, Chloe?" said the voice.

"Yes?" I replied as I turned towards it.

The voice belonged to a young man with strong, dark eyebrows and a rounded jaw. His eyes were a sea blue-green as he stared into mine intently. The stranger's face brought familiarity to my brain, like it was a face that I have seen before. He gave me a small, kind smile.

"I'm Nathan...Nathan Crowley...? From Psych class?"

"Right!" I exclaimed, "You baby sat my rat for like 2 seconds while I got its food."

He nodded, "Yeah. It's nice to officially meet." He grinned, putting out his hand. It seemed a bit formal, considering he was an acquaintance, but I shook it anyway.

But, what I thought would be a sweet, innocent moment turned bitter and sour in a heartbeat.

Nathan grabbed a hold of my wrist with an iron grip. And as I look up at his once blue-green eyes in confusion and pain, they quickly turned into pits of black. I gasped.

One of Lilith's followers.

My confusion turned to horror as I realized what the situation has become and its severity. Struggling, I tried to yank my arm free. But it was no use. His eyes turned back to color of the sea as he smirked.

"It's good to see you too, Chloe. And telling by your expression, I can tell that you're pleased to see me too." He tightened his grip and I winced in pain. The little sound caused him to survey the area around us, "Let's take this somewhere a little more... Private." He snarled as he pulled me along to the hallway outside the gym.

The lights were dim and no one was in sight as he slammed me against the lockers. He stifled my scream with his hand and shushed me while tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"If you scream, I swear that I will end you, and your precious little Styles boyfriend. Got it?" I grew silent as I nodded my head.
"Good." He sneered, "Now.... Let's say you and I have a little... fun, now... Shall we?" His malicious smile grew even more wicked as time ticked by. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear, not wanting to face the horrid reality that seemed inescapable without a miracle.

Dean,

Where are you?

Notes

I couldn't sleep so this was the result :) I hope you guys like part 2 of the Midnight Memories "mini trilogy chapter thing". Part 3 will be up as soon as I have time... Or have insomnia again.

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