Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 10 (NOT MY WORK)

“You can come in, you know?” He smirked.

I inhaled deeply before stepping into the flat. Harry moved behind me as he helped take my jacket off. His head rested on my shoulder for a second, plump lips kissing my neck. I shivered at the sensation, hot breath touching my skin before he withdrew.

He hung up the clothing; I turned towards him as he moved forward, a dimpled smile gracing his face. I stepped back increasing the distance between us.

“I..” My mouth found it difficult to form the words.

Harry waited for me to speak again, tilting his head slightly to the side as he stared at me.

“Thank you…Harry.” I spoke quietly.

He knew exactly what I was talking about. My head fell down, my shoes becoming very interesting. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him move closer. He leaned down, curly hair tickling my cheek as he brought his full lips to my ear.

“I’d do it again.” His raspy tone whispered.

My smaller hand gripped his fingers, my thumb gently touching over the knuckles. It surprised me when he pulled away from my hold, brushing past me down the hall. The sound of running water filled the silence and I was left to find him on my own. Harry’s flat was tidy. I poked my head in what I assumed to be the living room doorway. It looked normal, sofas, coffee table, TV. I didn’t really know what I was expecting, something scary I guess, but it wasn’t.

“Harry?”

“Mmm.” His deep voice hummed.

I entered the kitchen, my eyes falling on Harry’s back as he ran his hand under the cool water. His head twisted watching me as I stood in the doorway. I nervously fiddled with my fingers as he turned back. The taut muscles in his arms became prominent as he twisted the tap, shutting the water off. He grabbed a cloth from the side and placed it over the injured hand, drying off the moisture.

Harry leant against the counter, his green eyes falling on me as he held a smirk. His head flicked to the side, signalling me to come forward.

“Come here.”

I slowly walked over to his side of the kitchen, crossing my arms over my chest. I stopped a few metres away from him.

“Do you live with anyone else?”

“No.”

My heart sunk a little at his response. I was kind of hoping that there would be someone to help me if anything happened. He curiously watched me before speaking.

“You can take my bed.”

My heart thumped at his words. I didn’t want to stay in his bedroom.

“No..no, it’s fine, I’ll sleep on the sofa.” I stuttered.

I flinched as Harry swiftly strode towards me. His height towered over me as I peered up. Curly hair fell down over his eyes before he pushed it back.

“Don’t be difficult and just take the bed.” He spoke somewhat harshly.

“No.”

His forehead creased in a frown, dark eyes narrowing at me. Maybe he wasn’t used to people disobeying his demands. I bravely stood my ground; that was until my feet were swept up from it. One of Harry’s strong arms went under my legs the other supported my back as he brought me up to his chest.

“Put me down!”

He ignored me like he had previously when picking me up in the car park. His fingertips pressed into me as his hold tightened. Harry carried me bridal style out of the kitchen and further down the hall. I jumped into him as his foot kicked the door open. It was pitch black inside the room, my arms instantly wrapped round his neck. I was never very good with the dark, but Harry seemed unfazed by the lack of light. He maneuvered round the room easily.

I gasped when he placed me down on something soft. My hands felt around me and I realized I was sat on his bed. I jumped up as a small light was flicked on by the bedside table. The lamp only provided a dim glow, but Harry’s eyes still seemed to sparkle. My feet were frozen to the spot as I watched him walk round to the drawers, yanking out clothes and holding them out for me to take.

“Wear these.”

I hesitantly took the t shirt and shorts from his hand, moving away from him slightly. Harry didn’t speak, he just left the room and shut the door. My eyes wandered round the space. I sat down on the large double bed, a deep sigh falling from my lips. There were a few photographs round the room, a guitar sat over in the corner. I kicked my shoes off and wiggled out of my jeans, swiftly pulling the shorts up my legs as I stood. My top was peeled from my torso. I had just tugged the t shirt over my head when the door opened again. Harry’s green orbs travelled up and down my body, a smirk forming on his lips as he leant against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Mmm, you look good in my clothes.”

I shied away from his comment, bending down to pick up my items, only to drop them again seconds later. Harry hummed into my ear, his arms snaking round my waist. His head nudged mine to the side, gently kissing the exposed skin of my neck. My back was pressed firmly to his chest.

I couldn’t move as his arm tightened round my waist. His free hand sliding over the top of his t shirt I was wearing. His fingers trailed up and I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear. I whimpered when he touched over the curve of my breast. His large hand then cupped it, squeezing gently. My head fell back onto his shoulder with the new sensation, my eyes tightly closed.

I had never felt anything like it before, tingles shooting through my body. That was before the haze in my mind cleared. I struggled in Harry’s grip, he deeply laughed as he released me. I stumbled over to the door, gripping the handle and yanking it open.

“Bo.” Harry warned.

He was right behind me. His large hand slammed against the door above my head, swiftly closing it before I could escape. My heart pumped loudly as I turned, my back pressing against the wood. I looked up to find Harry staring down at me. My breathing trembled as he slowly brought his pink lips down to my ear.

 
“I want to make you feel good.” Harry’s raspy tone whispered.

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 9 (NOT MY WORK)

“We need to go.”

Harry once again gripped my hand. We quickly neared the sweaty atmosphere of the dance floor and the empty booth at the back. I barely had time to put my jacket on and grab my bag before he took my hand once more. Harry now wore his blazer, pushing the sleeves up his strong forearms.

“Bo!”

Harry took no notice, but I turned to see Hayley looking worriedly at me. All I could do was mouth a sorry to her. His strength vastly overpowered mine as he tugged me towards the exit. It was difficult to keep hold of Harry’s hand through the dense crowd. My fingers slipping from his. I let out a small shriek as someone caught hold of my waist. This just wasn’t my night. I looked up at the guy who was clearly drunk. But the taunting smile was quickly wiped off his face.

“Back off.” Harry growled.

He moved to aggressively shove the guy away but I quickly stepped in. Pressing my hands against Harry’s chest in an attempt to stop him.

“Harry.” I begged. “Please don’t.”

The image of him beating Jake was still fresh in my memory. I couldn’t stand to see it happen again. His chest heavily rose and fell under my touch. I sighed in relief as he gripped my hand and continued to move through the vast amount of people. We were soon out the door and into the cool night air.

“Come on.”

I looked up at Harry’s face, his jaw was tense as we walked back to his car. I struggled to keep up with his pace, his longer legs taking bigger strides. A short time later I recognised the road the black vehicle was parked on. A gasp escaped my lips as I bumped into his side. Harry’s abrupt stop left me confused. My fingers squeezed his left hand attempting to get his attention.

“Harry?”

He didn’t reply. I diverted my vision to where he was intently staring. My eyes squinted trying to see inside the vehicle that was curiously parked directly opposite Harry’s car. The thumping of my heart beat seemed to grow louder when I suddenly recognised the two guys sat in the front seats. Jake’s friends. Were they waiting for Harry to return to his car?

I was swiftly tugged into a narrow short cut between two buildings. Harry’s back leant against the cold brick, my hands flew up to his chest to prevent me from falling into him. All that could be heard was our heavy breathing. I closed my eyes, relieved that we were hidden from the people that intended to hurt us. It startled me when Harry’s fingers brushed my hair away from my face. I peered up at him. His dark curls flopped over his forehead, green eyes sparkling as he stared at me. Harry was one of the most beautiful guys I had ever seen. And yet he was one of the most frightening.

“We can walk back to my flat, it’s not that far.” He whispered.

I nervously gulped, not saying anything in reply. He pushed himself off the wall, catching me before I stumbled back. His left hand was held out for me to hold but I shook my head. I pushed it away, back to his side, before reaching for his right hand. Harry’s intense gaze stayed fixed on my movements. The knuckles were bloody. It was difficult to decide whether the dried red liquid belonged to Harry or Jake. Somehow I didn’t think it mattered. My breath hitched in my throat as he closed the distance between us. My back was forced up against the opposite wall in the tight space.

Harry’s hand reached up, cupping my chin and tilting it to the side. His lips made contact with the spot where my jaw met my neck, sucking on the warm skin. A wet trail of kisses were left along my jaw as his fingers fell away to rest on my hips. I didn’t realise my eyes were closed until they fluttered open. Harry’s touch had left my face. He paused, his vision flicking down to my lips. I felt his nose brush against my cheek before he placed a lingering kiss to the skin. Harry’s lips moved slightly, planting another kiss to the corner of my mouth. When he realised I wasn’t going to push him away, Harry caught my lips with his. The kiss was a little more urgent than the one previously. My fingers tangled into the curls at the back of his head. Harry’s hand began to wander up the inside of my thigh.

“No.” I gasped.

He pulled away smiling before brushing his fingers against my crotch. The rough touch made me flinch back into the wall. My breath came out in shaky puffs as I stared at him. Harry placed a final kiss on my lips then tugged me from the wall.

“Let’s go back to mine.” He winked.

***

We had been careful not to be seen by Jake’s friends. Harry was going to pick up the car in the morning instead, avoiding an inevitable confrontation with the angry men.

We didn’t have to walk far before he pulled out a set of keys from his back pocket. He draped a strong arm over my shoulder as he guided me up the steps to the front door. My chest quickly rose up and down, the fear setting in that I was going to be completely alone with Harry. In his flat. I glanced round to see the houses that lined the opposite side of the road. A second later and I would have missed the curtain that was hastily pulled closed. A nosey neighbour checking to see who it was this time. It made me think about how many girls Harry had brought back to his flat.

The front door was quickly unlocked and pushed open. Harry stepped inside turning on the hall light. I was frozen to the spot, still stood on the top step. He frowned as he turned to me, already slipping his blazer from his shoulders and kicking off his converse.

“You can come in, you know?” He smirked.

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 8 (NOT MY WORK)

Harry slung a strong arm round my shoulders, pulling me closer to the side of his warm body. It was dark outside, the street dimly lit by the flickering street lamps as we walked away from his car. It was weird, as much as Harry frightened me, I felt safe with him. It may have been the fact that I knew no one would choose to pick a fight with him.

“Do you do this with all the girls?”

Harry glanced down to look at me.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

I diverted my gaze down to the floor as we continued to walk.

“Frighten them into being with you.” I spoke quietly.

He chuckled at my words, his fingertips pressing into my shoulder.

“So I do frighten you.” He confirmed to himself.

He paused before speaking again.

“You’re the only one, most girls are more than willing.” He smirked.

The wind blew, whipping my long hair back. I shivered slightly as the cool breeze touched the uncovered skin of the top of my chest and neck. Harry tugged me closer as he noticed me pull my jacket tighter round my body.

“Your Mum told me she wouldn’t be back tonight, you can stay at my place.”

“What? No.” I abruptly stopped.

His arm fell from my shoulders before he took my forearm tightly in his large hand.

“I want you to stay at mine.” Harry’s raspy voice spoke.

“I’ll be fine on my own.”

I could see his jaw tense at my objection. But he chose to leave it.

***

I got the impression Harry knew the bouncer on the club door. They shook hands before the well-built man moved to the side allowing us in, much to the annoyance of the people that were stood waiting in line.

My fingers entwined with Harry’s as he tugged me through the sweaty crowd and over to a booth at the back. There was a group already sat down, empty glasses littered the table as they tried to talk over the pounding music. Harry was warmly greeted before he tugged me in front of him. His arms wrapped round my waist as he introduced me to everyone. I politely smiled and nodded before sliding along the seat to sit next to a beautiful girl who smiled at me.

“So Bo, what do you think of Harry?” Hayley asked.

She tucked her black hair behind her ear as she spoke. I looked over at Harry who was talking to a guy not too far away.

“Um, he has a bit of an anger problem.” I admitted.

Hayley smiled as I spoke the obvious. She shuffled closer to me before taking my forearm and leaning in.

“He likes you.”

Hayley nodded encouraging as she pulled back. I smiled at her before jumping as a hand was placed on my shoulder. I peered up to see Harry. He shrugged his blazer off placing it over the seat, revealing his white t shirt.

“I’m going to get us a drink.”

“Thanks.”

I watched as he walked away, another person coming into view.

“I’m Jake.” He said, sliding in to sit next to me.

“Bo.”

A couple of minutes later Hayley squeezed my arm, smiling.

“We’re going to dance.” she informed us.

I watched as the rest of the group got up from the booth before I lost sight of them as they dispersed into the crowd. It was just Jake and I. My eyes scanned for Harry, but he was still at the bar.

“So, are you Harry’s girl now?”

I turned my head to Jake, his smile put me on edge. He attempted to discretely slide closer to me, a movement that I was very aware of. His knee brushed mine.

“No.” I shook my head.

I didn’t want to belong to anybody. I urgently tried find Harry in the massive crowd in front of us. A gasp fell from my lips as a hand gripped my thigh. I looked down, Jake’s fingertips pressed into my leg before sliding higher.

“That makes things easier then.” He smiled.

I pried his fingers from my body, attempting to slide away from him but he held onto my wrist. I was hauled from the booth and dragged down a dimly lit corridor.

***

“Get off me.” I struggled in his tight grip.

“Harry was right, you are feisty.”

I shrieked as he yanked me out the back door after him. He caught me as I stumbled into his arms.

“Steady on.” He sniggered.

I dug my heels into the ground as he attempted to drag me away from the building down the side passage. He turned round to face me, causing me to cower back.

“Don’t make this difficult.” He spat.

I started to panic as he led me further away, the sound of the music gradually decreasing. He caught hold of my shoulder, roughly shoving me against the wall. I winced, squeezing my eyes closed at the contact. When I opened them again, Jake’s gaze had dropped to my chest. His fingers slowly trailed down my front. I was frozen to the spot, my mind quickly raced. I did the only thing I thought physically possible at the time.

“HARRY!” I shouted.

I filled my lungs with air to scream again but a clammy hand quickly covered my mouth.

“Shut it.”

I know it wasn’t much of a choice but I would pick Harry over Jake anytime. Even though Harry scared the shit out of me, I hoped that he would help me if I was in trouble. I whimpered as his fingertips painfully pressed into my hips, holding me in place.

“What the hell are you doing?” A voice growled behind Jake.

Jake’s touch withdrew from my body, a breath I didn’t know I was holding, releasing from my lips.

“Just having a bit of fun, mate.” He laughed.

“Not with her.” Harry stepped closer “She’s mine.”

For the first time since meeting Harry I was glad of his presence. He was angry, I could tell by the way he clenched his fists and tightened his jaw. His green eyes seemed to grow darker as he stared at me.

“Bo.”

Harry held out a hand in my direction. My eyes flicked from his outstretched limb up to his face. I hastily accepted the gesture, my body uncomfortably grazed past Jake’s as Harry tugged me towards him. I was pulled behind his tall figure; he protectively stood in front of me as I peered round his body.

“Come on, Haz.” Jake joked. “We were just having some fun, right Bo ?”

Jake looked at me to reply, but I didn’t answer him. Instead I caught hold of the back of Harry’s t shirt, moving behind him fully. My fingers desperately fisted the fabric, too frightened to let go.

“Don’t be like that, babe. I thought we were having a good time.”

I heard him start to walk towards us. Harry firmly stood his ground.

“Bo, go inside.” Harry spoke with his back still facing me.

My fingers still tightly gripped his t shirt. He turned, green orbs connecting with mine.

“Go.”

I obeyed him, my legs jogging down the passage to the backdoor of the club. I hung on to the doorframe, slightly leaning out. Their voices were difficult to make out, but I suddenly understood what was going on when Harry’s fist smashed into Jake’s face. He stumbled back, his body slumping against the wall. Harry didn’t hesitate to knee him in the stomach, Jake yelping in pain. He brought his fist down again, the strength in his arm causing serious damage to Jake’s face as blood gushed from his nose. I gasped as Harry got on top of the badly injured guy. His clenched right fist repeatedly pounding into Jake.

I couldn’t watch any longer. Harry was going to kill him if he kept on, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t stop. I ran quickly back to them. My heart pumped as I tightly gripped Harry’s shoulders, desperately trying to pull him off. But he wouldn’t budge.

“Harry, Harry stop!”

His arm drew back to land another punch, my hands wrapping round the strained muscle.

“You’re going to kill him.”

I was forced to let go as his arm pulled away from my hand, his fist once again hammering into Jake. My eyes grew wide as I watched Harry beat the life out of him. I had now witnessed first-hand why people were so scared of him. Jake’s face was covered in blood, cuts and bruises quickly starting to form. I immediately started to panic; I was going to be called up as a witness to a murder if I didn’t do something.

“I’ll go with you!!” I shouted.

Harry’s head quickly turned to me causing dark curls to fall over his eyes. He pushed them back as he stared at me. I had his attention.

“Please. I’ll go with you if you stop.” I spoke quieter.

It took him a second to make the decision. Climbing off Jake and taking my hand. I was tugged along the passage way to the back door of the club. I urgently glanced back to see Jake groaning in pain on the floor. His crumpled body curling up as he brought his knees to his chest. He was a horrible person but I didn’t want to see him killed.

We walked along the dim corridor where the toilets were. No matter how much Harry frightened me, he had still come to my rescue, even if it did end in him nearly beating someone to death. I abruptly stopped, Harry’s body turning to face me.

“Bo, co..”

He couldn’t finish his sentence as I had forced him to the wall. Harry looked shocked for a second as I placed my hands on his broad shoulders. I hesitantly leaned up. Hot breath fanned over my face as my lips momentarily brushed his. My eyelashes fluttered at the sensation. Pulling back slightly, I couldn’t read his expression. I slowly leaned in again, waiting. Large hands were placed on my hips as his face came closer. His nose cautiously brushed mine almost testing to see if I would pull away. I didn’t. Harry’s plump lips softly pressed to mine. They were warm, his movements gentle compared to how he had kissed me before.

“Bo.” He mumbled.

“Mmm.”

My eyes fluttered closed as I pulled away, savoring his touch.

“We need to go.”

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 7 (NOT MY WORK)

My breath trembled out of my mouth as I looked at him. My fingers released Harry’s hand and I stumbled back. Urgently I turned taking off into a sprint across the car park. My body quickly weaved through the many cars. My heart rate increased when I glanced back, Harry was right behind me. His longer legs gave him a stronger advantage, it would have been difficult for me to outrun him.

I whimpered as a large hand wound round my wrist, preventing me from escaping. My body was tugged back to his. I couldn’t control my actions as my hand flew up to Harry’s face. It was the second time since meeting Harry that I had slapped him and by the looks of it, he wasn’t any happier. His green orbs narrowed on me.

I shrieked as his warm hands placed themselves on my hips before lifting me up and slinging me over his shoulder. My fists pounded into his back, in an attempt to force Harry to release me. But he didn’t. Ignoring my protests he walked us across the car park.

“Harry!”

I fisted the back of his t shirt between my fingers.

“Let me down!”

A few seconds later I was lifted from his shoulder and he placed me in front of him. Harry stepped closer, instinctively I moved back; only to let out a gasp when my body made contact with the side of his car.

“You hit him.” I accused.

“Yeah.” He replied casually.

His response was almost taunting. He wanted me to retaliate.

“Well, why?”

“He got in my way.” Harry raspy voice sounded.

I didn’t say anything in reply. What could I say?

“Get in the car.”

His hand reached for my wrist but I flinched away. Instead of fighting with me he yanked the passenger door open and waited for me to climb inside. My back stayed pressed to the vehicle as I made my way to the door, keeping as much distance between us a s possible.

The car ride home was quiet. I’d glance to Harry every now and then, this hands gripped tightly to the wheel. His jaw was tensed as he kept his gaze out the window. Soon we had pulled up outside my house.

“I’ll pick you up at nine tomorrow.”

He didn’t even look at me. Why was he angry at me for, I wasn’t the one who had just punched someone in the face. My eyes flickered to his right hand, the small cuts being a reminder of his short temper and that I probably shouldn’t anger him. I unbuckled my seat belt and waited for Harry to walk round and open my door. Once I had stepped down I quickly walked past him and crossed the road to the path adjacent.

“Bo.”

I swivelled round just as Harry caught my hand. It surprised me when he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. His curls tickled my skin as he pulled away.

“See you tomorrow.”

I gave him a small nod before he released my hand and strolled back over the road to his car.

Next day.

“You’re going out with him again, after what happened the first time?” Lucy spoke astounded.

I hit the loud speaker before placing the phone on my bed.

“It’s not that I want to, but you should have seen what he did to Steve’s face.”

“All the more reason not to go.” Lucy replied.

I jumped slightly as there was a knock on my door.

“Sorry Luc, I have to go.”

She said goodbye before I hung up the phone.

“It’s open.” I called out for my mum to enter.

I had my back to the door, my focus currently on the clothes hung up in my wardrobe. My fingers flicked through the hangers before pulling out a top.

“Mum, what do….”

I turned round, only to drop the clothing I was holding up. Harry stood with a smirk, his eyes staring into me. I became very aware I was just wearing shorts and a tank top. His vision grazed up and down my body before he spoke.

“I was hoping you were going to wear something a little sexier.” He winked, gesturing to the clothing I had dropped.

No words came out of my mouth as I watched him stroll over to my bed. He sat down, leaning back on his elbows as I stood in front of him. Harry glanced round my room, taking in the surrounding before connecting with my gaze again.

“I…How did you get in?” I shook my head.

“Your mum let me in.”

I was going to have to have serious words with her.

“You should wear a dress.” He continued.

“No.”

That was the last thing I was going to wear, especially round Harry and his wandering hands. He deeply laughed at my blunt response. I turned away from him to pull out some black skinny jeans and a top. A gasp fell from my lips at his close proximity as I spun round. Harry smiled, his chest practically touched mine as he reached his arm up behind my head.

His blazer I had hung up on my outside of my wardrobe door was now off the hanger and he shrugged it on, pushing up the sleeves. Harry’s scent filled my senses, but I shook it off.

“I’m going to change.” I informed him.

“You can change in here, I don’t mind.” He smirked.

I let out a groan before pushing him away from me and walking to my bathroom. I made sure the door was locked before undressing.

***

Once changed I opened the door only to find Harry stood over by my chest of drawers.

“Harry.”

He turned with a grin on his face, showing off his dimples. My mouth fell agape at what he held in his hand.

“I love these.” He winked.

Quickly stumbling over to him, I yanked the lace underwear from his grip. Shoving them back in the drawer before slamming it closed.

“What is wrong with you!?” I asked rhetorically.

He stood laughing as the pink rose in my cheeks. I sharply turned from him slipping on my shoes, grabbing my jacket and bag.

“You look hot.” He whispered in my ear.

My breath trembled at the feeling of his strong arms wrapping round my waist from behind. I squeezed my eyes closed as his fingers brushed my hair to the side; full lips connecting to the skin just below my ear. He sucked lightly, then moved up nibbling on my ear lobe.

“H-Harry.” I stuttered quietly.

He pulled away, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room.

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 5 (NOT MY WORK)

Wow!!!!!  I have not posted in a looooooong time!  Two to three weeks maybe?  I am sooooo sorry!  But where i get the story from isn't letting me copy and paste it so i have to re-type the whole thing out, so sometimes i just really don't have the motivation to do all that typing (if you know what i mean).  Sorry i don't have a picture in this post but the computer i am on makes the pictures blurry and right in the description of my blog it says 'HD pictures'.  So i wouldn't want to post anything else!






My hands tightly gripped the sink, leaning my weight on it as i tried to control my breathing.  I raised my head up to the mirror attempting to calm myself down.  I couldn't believe how forward Harry's actions were.  It's like he didn't care if anyone saw.  I patted my pockets to check for my phone.

"Shoot."

I had left it in my bag, at the table, with Harry.  My heart sunk at the realization that i had no one to contact.  I shook my head, my hair swaying from side to side.

"I can't do this." I spoke to myself.

I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror again; i don't think i had ever been more scared.  Frantically i paced up and down in the empty toilet, trying to figure out my options.  I could either go back in and face Harry or i could make a break for it.  My eyes darted over to the window and i quickly opted for option two.

My hands yanked the window open, i was about to climb on to the sill when the door creaked open.  To my relief i spun round to see the waitress that had served us.

"Are you Bo?" She asked.

I nodded my head and waited for her to continue.

"The guy you're with asked my to check on you."

"Oh god."

She walked closer to me, catching my hand and pulling me to the side.

"W-where is he?"

"He's waiting outside the door." She whispered worriedly.

My eyes widened at what she told me.  Her head turned to the open window and then back to me.  She obviously knew what i had been attempting before she arrived.

"Go." She nudged me towards the escape.  "I'll tell him you weren't in here."

"Thank you." I smiled.

I caught hold of the sill, pulling myself up.  I glanced back to see her exit the toilet.

"What!" I heard a low voice shout on the other side of the door.

"Crap."

I sat with my legs hanging out the window.  But just before i jumped down the short distance to the floor outside, the toilet door swung open.  Harry's dark eyes locked with mine.  His angry gaze quickly changed into a grin and i realised this was fun for him.  A chase.

***

I ran as fast as i could along the promenade, the air cooler than when we had first arrived.  My long hair blew out behind me.  I quickly passed the entrance to the restaurant, hoping i could gain as much distance as possible.  I glanced back to see Harry hot on my heels.

"Bo!"

I refused to give up, i had to get away from him.  My legs began to ache as i forced myself harder.  The air i was drawing in, not being able to satisfy my need.  I was gasping for breath as i rounded a corner, still on the path that ran alongside the water.  I began to panic when i realized the path was quickly coming to an end.  My head darted one way then the other, desperately searching for a way out.  I skidded to a stop, turning round to find Harry slowing down.  He smirked at me as he strolled closer, knowing i had nowhere left to run.  I took a few steps back only to hit the railing.  Both of our breathing was forced out in heavy puffs.

"Where did you think you're going, love?"

He continued towards me as i moved slightly to the left, thinking i might be able to get past him and run the other way.  Harry was only a few meters from me when my back pressed up to a gate that led to a straight drop down to the water.  I pressed harder into the barrier, urgently trying to increase the space between us.

I let out a shriek as the gate behind me gave way.  It swung open, i lost my balance and fell through the opening.

"Bo!"

I hit the cool water below, my body sinking down.  My arms and legs worked together to try and reach the surface.  For a moment, relief washed through my body.  It may not have been the perfect solution but i was now out of reach from Harry.  That was until i felt another splash not far from me.  A strong arm wrapped tightly round my waist and i was tugged to the surface.  We both gasped for air as i spluttered out of water.

I shoved my hands to his chest, pushing him away.  He swept back his wet curls from his face as he watched me.  I kicked my legs to keep myself above the water.  Harry grinned at me, revealing his dimples before he spoke.

"Well, this is the quickest I've got a girl wet on a first date."

I groaned at his suggestive comment.  I highly questioned his words having heard many things about his relationship with women.  I wasn't a very strong swimmer and after the run my body felt weak in the water.  However, i attempted the swim to the dock anyway.  My hands pressed to the hard surface but before i could push myself up Harry caught hold of my hips.  He twisted me round to face him, his body closer than what i would have liked.

Harry could tell i was struggling to keep my head above water.

"Hold on to me." He roughly whispered.

My hands stayed in the water, continually moving to keep myself afloat.  He gripped my arms pulling them up and round his neck.  Harry's right hand caught hold of the dock behind my head while his left pressed to my lower back, forcing my body into his.  He held us up, his eyes never leaving my face.  I had to trust him not to let me drown.  My breath hitched in my throat as he began to lean into me.

"Harry, I'm cold." I whispered.

I let go of his neck, turning round to grip the dock.  I watched as he hauled himself out of the water.  His clothes dripping as he bent down and helped me out.  I was surprised by his strength, Harry easily getting me up onto the platform before i caught my foot and stumbled into him.  The action took him be surprise, falling backwards with me on top of him.  Harry let out a grunt as we lay on the wooden dock.  I placed my hands on his chest pushing myself up, my legs on either side of his waist.

"Hmmm, i always like a girl on top."

I let out a disgusted noise as he winked at me.  Before i knew it Harry had caught hold of my hands from his chest and rolled me under him, pinning my wrists down.

"But i prefer to have them under me."

Drops of water fell from his curly hair to my skin as he hovered above me.  His green eyes travelled down my body, my wet clothes sticking to the skin.  Harry dipped down, lightly blowing across the uncovered skin at the top of my chest, which was quickly rising and falling.  His lips held a smile when goose bumps formed.  My eyes fluttered closed with the sensation.

I jumped as a pair of wet lips pressed into mine.  My eyes shot open.  Harry's dripping hair tickled my forehead.  he continued to move his mouth against my lips, attempting to get a response out of me.  But i couldn't, i just lay there frozen.

"Bo." Harry encouraged quietly.

He tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth before releasing it and pressed his forehead against mine.  My breathing came out in short puffs.  We stayed like that for a little while longer until Harry pushed himself up.  His body loomed over me as he deeply chuckled.  What had just happened?

"You coming?"

I quickly sat up, staring at the hand he offered to me.  I took it and he pulled me up to stand next to him.  My eyes wandered over his wet body.  His white t-shirt stuck to his torso revealing a toned stomach and chest.  I quickly looked away, knowing i had been caught by Harry as a smirk crept onto his face.

He entwined my fingers with his as we walked along the dock.  The step up to the path was quite large so Harry placed his hands on my hips, lifting me up.  He easily climbed the ledge where i had already gotten over the railing.  I waited for him, Harry then taking my wrist tugging me over to where his blazer was thrown to the floor.  He must have taken it off before he jumped in after me.  Bending down Harry collected his phone, keys and wallet before picking up the clothing, slipping it over my shoulders.

"Thanks." I spoke quietly.

***

The man at the front of the restaurant frowned as he took in out appearances.  Out clothes were still dripping wet, making puddles on the floor.  The rest of the customers in the restaurant struggled to look anywhere but us.  I couldn't blame them, we had caused a bit of a scene.  Any other time my cheeks would have flushed red but it just didn't seem to matter now.  Harry handed over his card to pay.

"Get your bag and let's go." Harry harshly whispered in my ear.

I quickly walked over to the table, our waitress was clearing away plates nearby.  She caught my eye and hurried over to me.

"I'm so sorry, he wouldn't believe me when i told him you weren't in the toilet." She gushed.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault." I smiled at her, squeezing her hand lightly.  "Thank you."

I jumped as Harry came up behind us, i hastily collected my things before he dragged me out.

***

We pulled up outside my house, it was dark now with the exception of the street lights.  I huffed to wait for Harry to release me from his car.  He stayed by my side all the way up to my front door.  I scrabbled round in my bag, pulling out my keys which i dropped moments later.  Harry forced me up against the door, pressing his lips firmly to mine.  One hand held my hips to him, the other caught hold of the back of my neck.

I didn't have much left in me to fight him off but i weakly pushed my hands to his chest anyway.  The "kiss" did not last long.  Harry pulled away, his green eyes looking down at me as i wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad was it?" He jokingly asked.

I flinched away as his fingertips brushed my cheek.

"We'll definitely be doing this again." He winked.

I wasn't sure if he meant the kissing or the date, either way made me shiver at the thought.  Glancing up to his face i noticed his curls beginning to dry out, he looked almost cute, that was until he opened his mouth.  His way with words made my skin crawl.

I pulled his blazer from my shoulders, holding it out between us for him to take.

"Keep it."

He dipped his head a final time, lightly kissing me on the lips before i watched him walk away back to his car.

Well, this was a date i would certainly remember.






Thanks for reading!  I will try to have the next chapter up in under three weeks this time.  lol :P

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 3 (NOT MY WORK)

Here you go!  I said i would update on Friday and i am! :)  Enjoy!

"You have got to be kidding." Zoe spoke disbelievingly.

"I wish i was."

My head sunk down into my hands, a deep sigh falling out of my mouth.  When i raised my head the other two girls were staring at me.  Lucy slowly spun round on my desk chair, her face gave off the impression she was deep in thought.

"Well, what are you going to do?" Zoe asked.

She was sat beside me at the top of my bed, our backs leaning against the headboard.

"There's not much i can do, he knows where i live."

My bedroom door flung open to reveal a panting Charlotte.  She bent down undoing her laces before slipping her shoes off.  Her hands pushed her hair back from her face, attempting to tame the wild locks.

"Sorry I'm late, what did i miss?"

She dropped her back to the floor before climbing onto the bed and crossing her lags.  She looked at me expectantly but Lucy cut in.

"Bo is being stalked by an extremely attractive but scary but, who followed her home, saw her in her underwear then turned up i n her kitchen the next morning and he's now like best friends with her Mum." Lucy's words poured from her mouth.

Charlotte's eyes grew wide.  Her head turning from face to face.

"Oh and she's going on a date with him tonight." Lucy finished.

"W-what?"

Her head shook trying to take everything in.  There was silence for a few seconds.

"Harry followed you home?  I knew we should have stayed with you that night!" Charlotte threw her arms up.

"Can't you just tell him no?" Zoe asked.

"But he knows where i live now, and my Mum thinks he's the best thing ever.  You should have heard her yesterday, she was so happy.  And besides, we all know about his reputation, i don't want anyone i care about to get hurt."

Lucy planted her feet on the floor at my words, ceasing her nervous spinning.

"Well, what about you getting hurt?" She spoke quietly.

I placed my hand over my eyes, wishing i had never even met Harry.  This couldn't possibly get any worse.  My mind wandered, i still had no idea where he was even taking me on our "date".  I used the term "date" loosely as i had no desire to spend an evening with him, knowing full well it was probably just an opportunity for him to feel me up.  I leaned into Zoe's shoulder as she wrapped her arms round me.

"It's going to be alright." She tried to reassure me.

But something in her tone made me think she wasn't convinced by her own words.

***

I scrolled though Tumblr on my laptop, lying on my front with my ankles cross in the air.  A wave of anxiety swept though my body as i glanced at the clock on my bedside table.  It wouldn't be long until the torture of seeing Harry would begin.  My fingers eased though my hair which was still a little damp from the shower.

"Bo?" My Mum called though the door.

"Come in."

She pushed the door open, her smile fading when she was me sprawled out on the bed.

"Why aren't you dressed?  Harry's going to be here soon."

I felt like rolling my eyes, if only she knew what he was really like.  She started to walk over to my wardrobe, but i quickly stopped her.  I scrabbled off the bed, stepping in front of her.

"Mum. i can do it." I huffed.

"Don't be too long."

Once she had closed my bedroom door behind her i fell back onto my bed.  I cursed quietly under my breath.  My head turned sharply, my phone buzzing beside me.  I picked it up and opened the text.

From: Harry
I'm taking you out for dinner.  Wear something sexy.  H x

I didn't reply, throwing the phone onto my duvet as i opened my drawers.  I tugged out a top, deeming it more pretty than sexy.  My hands went to the hem of my t-shirt but i stopped myself before removing it.  Glancing over to the window, my hands yanked the curtains shut.  I quickly undressed, chucking my clothing to the floor before hopping round and pulling up my skinny jeans.  My long hair fell round my shoulders as i stared at my reflection in the mirror.  I had applied some make up, my eyelashes looking longer and darker.  The clear lip gloss was dabbed over my lips and i swept a small amount of blusher over my cheeks.  I took in a deep breath which puffed out in a sigh.

"Shit."

I jumped as i heard my phone vibrate again.  I forced down the lump in my throat as my fingers clasped round it.  To my relief it was a text from Lucy.

From: Lucy
Be careful, the girls and i are thinking of you.  Xx

A small smile spread across my face knowing that they were there for me.  I placed the phone in my bag along with my keys and other essentials.  My eyes darted over to the clock.  Harry would be here in about 10 minutes, i felt like my heart was in my mouth.  i hated it.  it was like waiting to take an exam or sitting in the doctor's office knowing you had to have an injection.

My ears perked up upon hearing a car pull up outside.  I stumbled to the window, peeking out from behind the curtain.  harry stepped down from the large vehicle before slamming the door behind him.  I grabbed my jacket from the wardrobe, not bothering to pick up the hanger that dropped to the floor.  Pulling on my shoes i yanked the door open to my bedroom.  The sooner this is over, the better.

"Bo!  Harry's here."

"Alright!" i snapped.

I didn't mean to be so harsh, but the whole situation was really getting to me.  Reluctantly, i descended the stairs to find my Mum stood in the living room doorway waiting for me.

"You look lovely." She smiled.

"Thanks Mum."

Both our heads twisted to where the knocking was coming from.  She gave me a kiss on the cheek before gently nudging me to the front door.  i turned my head just in time to see her disappear, leaving me alone in the hallway.  I drew in a deep breath, trying to prepare myself.  It wasn't much use though; i don't think any amount of preparation would have helped me.  My trembling hand caught hold of the handle.  I opened the door to reveal a tall figure, a dimpled smile across his face.

"Hello, beautiful."

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