Wattpad pt. 2

Hey so a little while ago i did a post with my top 10 favorite Wattpad fanfictions.  Well if you read fanfictions, you know that there always knew ones so your favorites always change.  So i decided to do a post with all of the fanfictions in my library.  As you might have noticed i deleted the old Wattpad post (because those are no longer my top 10 fav's) but still called this post "Wattpad pt. 2" (because i didn't want people thinking they were going to read the same post as my "Wattpad" post).  So, without further a due...

Never Alone. ( Niall Horan )
by Newyorkstorms
"I'll protect you no matter what, okay? I-I love you so much, i don't want him to take you away from me."  Rain against their glass windows, scary movies and looking into each others eyes was their favorite things.  He loved her as much as she did for him, but it's not always like this... there's bad boys, fighting, murder, & a tad bit of drugs involved.  I guess that's what happens when you date a boxer.

Keeper
by stylesmania
Everybody in this world has a soul mate.  When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm.  There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world.  The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace.  It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love.  When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

Sharpie // Niall Horan
by peaceful_serenity
He is the good, she is the better.  She is the bad, but he will always be worse.

Fascination (Completed)
by MyHeartsMistake
It all started with simple fascination.

Something New (Niall Horan)
by okhazza
Niall Horan had it all.  Captain of the basketball team, got all the girls, teachers loved him, including the whole student body.  Except Caro Ribeiro.  Niall came across something he never wanted or ever needed.  He found; Passion.  He found; Desire.  He found; Love.

Texting Harry Styles?
by JESSICAONEIDRECTION
What happens when Ellie Smith finds no other than Harry Styles on Omegel?  What happens when her new job role involves that exact man.  Is this just a sexting thing, or will things heat up?  The two of them maybe full of lust, but will Ellie Smith win the heart of Harry Styles?  Read to find out more!

Ink
by CurlyQuz
"Secrets are meant to be shared." I tease him.  His eyes look up at me; chocolate brown but with a hard edge.  "No," he says, and his voice isn't light anymore.  "Some secrets are meant to stay hidden."  Rose's sophomore year of college is supposed to be filled with school work, ballet, and less stress than she had freshman year.  But all that changes with the arrival of Liam, Rose's new apartment neighbor.  Liam's sweet, kind, smart, and all i all perfect.  But what Rose doesn't know is that Liam's good boy act is a facade.  He has a dark past, one he wants to keep behind him.  Yet the day Rose finds Liam beat up in an alley, all goes downhill.  The smartest thing to do would be to forget about Liam.  But unfortunately for Rose, she just can't stay away.

Fix You (Niall Horan Fanfiction)
by leahidk
I rushed into Niall's hospital bedroom.  He was awake.  I couldn't believe he lived.  He's alive.  I thought to myself.  I walked over by his bed.  I stared into his eyes.  But he didn't say anything?  He just had a confused look on his face.  "Who are you?" Niall asked.  "It's Bailey, Niall.  Niall i'm your girlfriend." I said.  His face said it all.  I started crying right on the spot.  He doesn't remember me.

Fanboy (NARRY)
by TheWayYouLookTonight
Bio:  Name: Niall H.  Age: Legal.  Place: In the bushes (Harry Styles' hair).  Fan of: Harry Styles skinny jeans, Harry Styles' hands, Harry Styles' body, Harry Styles' everything.  Oh, and Anne Cox's son.  Occupation: Parttime working at Tesco's and fulltime fanboy.  My name is Niall and i live the life of a fangirl.  Except that i'm not a girl, i have a flat chest and a willy but other that that, i'm kind of the living example of about ninety percent of the Skyway fandom.  I spent about seven hours a day blogging and scrolling through Twitter and Tumblr for new pictures of my favorite boys in the world.  I would scream and probably faint if i ever meet Harry Styles even though the chances are very slim since he doesn't even notice me on Twitter.  Liam Payne follows me and i'm greatful for that but i just want Harry to notice me so i'm one step closer to a marriage with the love of my life.  Zayn and Louis are sexy too but they don't even compare to my Harry.  Anyway, if you have a question, let me know.  I'm most likely to answer them within three minutes unless i'm at work, sleeping or drooling over my laptop or phone due Harry Styles' sexyness.

Adopted By Zerrie
by i_am_landshark
(Book:1) Riley is a 13 year old girl who spends her life in an all-girl orphanage.  After hearing about a meet and greet by Little Mix, Riley goes down and meets them.  After meeting all the girls and going back home, Riley doesn't expect to see any of them again.  But, Perrie has other ideas.

Adopted By Elounor
by CorrinaWalsh
(book 1 of the Adopted By Elounor series)  Alex had no idea that when she entered a contest to spend a day with Louis Tomlinson and his girlfriend, Eleanor Calder, that she would actually win.  But when Louis catches Alex's stepdad, Chad, in the act of abusing the young girl, he knows he can't leave her... So him and Eleanor decide to take her with them on One Direction's tour and let her live with them in a safe home.  Alex instantly connects with the boys, and soon starts to fall for a certain curly haired boy and Irish snowflake.  But will Louis, who sees Alex as his own daughter, let those crushes go any further?  Or will he refuse to let them grow strong feeling for each other?  Will Harry and Niall compete to win over Alex?  What happens when one boy wants Alex to stay innocent and the other is the exact opposite?  What about Chad?  Will he let Louis and Eleanor take his step daughter, aka punching bag, away from him?  Find out in 'Adopted By Elounor'.  PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS STORY IS FICTION SO IT IS NOT REAL.  IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WIHT THE 1D BOYS THEIR REAL AGE LIKING A YOUNGER GIRL THEN DO NOT READ THIS STORY.  ALEX'S AGE CHANGES LATER IN THE STORY.

Journey With Elounor
by CorrinaWalsh
(book 2 of Adopted By Elounor series)  Four years have passed.  A lot has changed for Alex and her family over the years.  A new member to the family brings joy to them on their worst days.  A certain break up that leaves everyone devastated.  Couples grow stronger.  it's a whole new life Alex wasn't expecting at all.  Can Alex focus on school and get over her heartbreak, or will Niall coming back just cause more trouble?  Can she deal with the mean rich girl at Uni, who just so happens to have a similar past to Alex?  What about Niall?  Is he ready to let Alex go?  Or will fate just bring the two back together?  Drama, heartbreak, smiles, tears, ans love is created in "Journey With Elounor"

He's a Great Roommate (On Hold)
by mrsstyles_mrshoran
Lola Flynn is your typical blonde girl with her amazing blue eyes everyone seems to love.  She is from the United States but she always wanted to go to London.  When she turns 18 her parents agree with her that if she goes to college they will pay for her to move and everything.  She took that deal because she was also planning on going to college.  She applied to every college in London.  She only got accepted to one sadly.  Okay so this isn't your typical college.  It's a college where you sleep with opposite your gender and there's one bed.  Strange right?  Lola wasn't expected to so much attention.  In her little town of Erie, Pennsylvania she was just the crazy weirdo that talked to every stranger that passed her.  She didn't have many friends or relationships.  Boys usually never talked to her.  But that will all change.  Oh her roommate harry Styles.  He's sweet, caring, funny, and extremely attractive.  He instantly falls for Lola.  There'll be crying, laughing, joking around, romance, awkward situations, and lets not forget the drama.  Will Lola fall for Harry?  Or another guy?  What about her friends?  Will they find love?  Read to find out...

Marcel
by _smilelikeniall
My name's Marcel.  Nerd.  Poet.  Teenage loser.  You think you know the real me, but you don't.  I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to.  Until she came.

Cuts And Curls (Larry Stylinson boyxboy)
by SnowyAvenues
Meet Louis.  On the outside, he looks like your normal teenage pop sensation, but he's not like that at all.  He cuts.  A secret he kept since the first time he got hate from being in One Direction, but eventually, the rest of the guys find out, and his other secret.  He's gay.  Meet Harry.  He is the flirt of the group, and he knows he's straight, until Louis told him that he practically loved him.  Harry turned Louis down, but starts thinking afterwards, what if Harry himself is gay?

The Crash (A One Direction Fan Fiction)
by JoannaMaria
What would you do if were being stalked?  More importantly, what would you do if you were being stalked alongside the famous British-Irish Boy Band One Direction?  Nora Stevens, an outgoing teenage girl with a soft spot for One Direction.  Her life was ordinary, that is until something quite unexpected happened at a One Direction signing.  With the help of the boys, Nora is trying to maintain that ordinary lifestyle, to get passed the unfortunate turnout that night.  Soon Nora realizes that something terrible is happening, and that it could change her life forever.  But, what?

Just Listen (One Direction)
by CharlieA
Harmony Brown is deaf.  She wasn't always deaf, but four years ago she was overcame by an illness that took her hearing.  Harmony didn't only lose her ability to hear, but her passion for music, especially the violin.  However, with a demanding best friend, before she realizes it she's off to New York and with a stroke of unfortunate luck she meets the bad members of a boy band called One Direction.  Not only does she start to change her view on deaf entirely, but a certain band member makes her open her life to something new, love and hope.  Filled with heartache, frustration and joy, you'll yearn for Harmony to just listen.

The Babysitter (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)
by im Zineb
Sam can't support her rebellious twin brothers who spend their time screaming, fighting with ketchup and playing hide and seek in the kitchen.  From a rich lonely family, their parents are always working.  Many babysitters tried to succeed in that job but it was so impossible.  They all gave up.  One day, the right babysitter came.  Sam called him 'The pervy rapist' when she saw him for the first time.  Read to find out what will happen between this mysterious babysitter and Sam.

People Always Leave (Zayn Malik/Francisco Lachowski Fanfiction)
by imZineb
This story is not about rainbows & sweet unicorns & dates.  I'm just warning you.  THE BABYSITTER SEQUEL : After the dramatic car crash, Samerah suffered a lot.  She lost Zayn.  "I hate you." were the 3 last words that she uttered before the crash, she regretted everything.  She had to start a new life, a new chapter.  Francisco, her room friend helped her a lot.  He taught her how to enjoy life again and forget the hurtful past.  She started having some few feelings towards that Brazilian guy.  But Zayn is alive, he woke up.  After 6 months in a coma.  What will happen if he appears all of a sudden in her life again?

Safe
by idkbree
Rae, the daughter of a lawyer, has always helped her father with cases, but not one quite like this.  Aiden, a flirt that never leaves Rae alone, and Harry, a boy no-one really knows, are going to court due to an unsolved murder.  No-one seems to believe Harry when he says he's innocent, but Rae sees something in him no-one else has ever seen.  Against her father's warnings, her and Harry grow closer, but what happens when the only thing keeping them apart is the cell door?

Dark& Dangerous Love
by MollyNight
2438.  The world has changed a lot since the humans last ruled the world in 2020.  The world is different now.  Ruled by the dangerous and dark creatures of the supernatural world; a world where Vampires are the highest are the highest of highs and humans are nothing but servants to the immortal beings.  All Evelyn Blackburn wanted was freedom.  Freedom to run wild, freedom to love, freedom to be with her family as much as possible.  She used to possess that freedom, but not anymore; not since the day that Zayn laid eyes on her.  Love is hard to avoid when the person who loves you can execute not only you, but everyone you had ever loved...  Before Evelyn knew it, she was stuck between the possessive nobel who had every right to keep her his and another who whould to do everything so she could be happy...

And now my three fanfictions...

I See, You See, We All See Differently (a 1D fanfiction)
by MisstressMalik5
When 17 year old Kayla Parks finds out she is blind, her whole life changes, she think she has no hope left and thinks no boy will ever be able to love her with her disability.  So when she meets the boy band One Direction will a certain member be able to get past her being blind and get her to realize that she is perfect, just the way she is?

Fantasies (a Zayn Malik fanfiction) *On Hold*
by MisstressMalik5
When Natasha starts going out with a gorgeous boy who turned up on her doorstep, things start going in all directions.  Will she be able to pull through or will her life fall apart?

This next fanfiction only has a Prologue and one chapter right now.  I don't know if i want to continue with it.  Please go to Wattpad and read this fanfiction then comment and tell me what you think.  This is the link to it: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8094984-you-can%27t-contain-the-flame

You Can't Contain The Flame
by MisstressMalik5
Everyone has a dark past, even famous Harry Styles.  This story follows a boy who is so deeply in love he can't think strait, and a care free girl who is completely blind to the dark secrets that are hidden in her past.  As these horrible secrets unfold, people get hurt, things are destroyed, trust is broken, and way to many people find out the hard way that, you can't contain the flame.

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 14 (NOT MY WORK)

This chapter is sent out to +Aaliyah Cleghorn.  If you would like any of the next chapters to be sent out to you, just comment on this post asking me to :)

He stumbled slightly before turning round to face me.  A frown etched into his brow as he scanned for the person calling his name.  His eyes locked on me.  One of the guys took his distraction as an opportunity to hit Harry hard in the face.  My hand flew up to my mouth in shock.  Why was he fighting again?  My thoughts jumbled as i ran across the road to the group.  Harry up against the wall as he took another fist to his face.  Fear coursed through me as i recognized the guy beating Harry.  Jake.  His cuts had healed slightly, but his bruised eyes looked painful.  The right, darker than the left.  A smirk crossed his injured features as he watched me sprint up to them.  When i reached them my arms were roughly tugged behind my back by the man i assumed to be Jake's friend.  I was forced to watch, desperately looking to Harry; his jaw tight with anger.

"Nice to see you again, Bo." Jake teased.

His attention diverted back to Harry, who was intently staring at me.  That was until i witnessed Jake's clenched fist pound into Harry's stomach.  A grunt was forced from his parted lips, his body bent over slightly as he clutched his abdomen.  I knew he had been drinking, the air around them smelling strongly of alcohol.  Jake's fist rose again.

"Don't." I warned.

My elbow sharply jutted back into the stomach of the man detaining me.  He cursed before shoving me away.  He quickly disappeared out of the alley and onto the street, clearly displeased that i had put up a fight.  I urgently placed myself in between Jake and Harry, who was slumped against the wall.  Jake sniggered, reaching out to brush his fingers against my face, but i quickly pushed it away.

"You shouldn't bother with him, babe."

He dipped his head down slightly to my level.

"I'd give you what you need."

I didn't really have time to process what i was doing.  My right hand rose and smacked him hard across his cheek.  The force caused his head to turn.  My chest quickly moved as my rate of breathing increase.  I heard Harry deeply laugh behind me.  Jake angrily stared at me; his vision then diverted behind me towards Harry.

"You need a girl to protect you." Jake taunted.

We both knew this would provoke him.  Harry shoved himself off the wall, stumbling forward to try and get to Jake.

"For god sake, Harry.  Just stop."

I forcefully pushed him back, the action more affective when he was intoxicated.  Any other time his body wouldn't have budged.  His curls lay messily over his forehead, his normally sparkly freen eyes looked dull.  His beautiful face left injured after taking multiple hits.  I spun round, my back nearly touching Harry's chest as i defensively stood infront of him.  My hands trembled at my sides as i looked up at Jake's mirk.

"Just leave." I told him.

It surprised me when Jake slowly turned, strolling away.

"I'll be seeing you, Styles."

I feel back slightly, Harry's warm breath trickled over my neck.  Relief washed through me.

"Oh, and you too, gorgeous."

The comment angered Harry and i felt him struggle behind me.  My body hastily spun, desperately trying to keep him there.  My hands caught hold of his face, angling it down to me.

"No, no." I spoke.  "Look at me." My voice deliberately soft as i attempted to calm him down.

His focus stayed fixed on me until i was sure Jake had gone.  Harry's breathing was still fast but at least i had managed to prevent his from challenging Jake.  I caught hold of his chin, tilting it to get a better look at his injuries.  Harry's swollen bottom lip had been split open, blood smeared across his cheek from his nose.  The small cut just above his left eyebrow oozed blood.  His dark gaze never left my face as i sighed and shook my head.

"Harry." I whispered.

He was clearly drunk, finding it tough to walk in a strait line.  I caught hold of his arm and placed it over my shoulder.  He tried his best to lean as little of his weight as possible on me.

"I'll drive." He mumbled.

I noticed Harry reach into behind his back, his long fingers digging round in his back pocket before he retrieved his keys.

"No you're not.  Don't be stupid, Harry." I sternly told him.

His deep chuckle sounded as i struggled to pry the keys from his grasp, but he raised them higher.  He saw it as a game.  Eventually i succeeded, taking them from Harry and shoving them in my pocket.  I found it difficult to steer him in the opposite direction to his car.  He huffed at me, reluctantly allowing me to take control.

"where are we going?" His raspy voice somewhat slurred.

I pondered over his question before sighing.

"Back to mine."

He seemed more than happy with this decision.  A gasp escaped me when his large hand slipped down my back, resting over my bum before squeezing it.  I tightly gripped his wrist, yanking his arm back up and round my shoulder, whilst he laughed.

The walk back to my house was difficult to say the least.  Constant attempts were made to either hold my hand of squeeze my bum.  My reluctance towards both gestures only encouraged Harry.  I sighed in relief as we approached my front door.  Harry leant against the doorframe, grinning at me as i unlocked it.  I caught his wrist and tugged him inside, dreading to think what my neighbors would say if they saw us.

I made Harry drink a couple glasses of water, hoping it would sober him up slightly.  The ascent up the stairs was a little easier than i was expecting, his strong arm still round my shoulders as i led him to my room.  I released him, Harry's body falling back onto my bed.

"Stay here." I told him.

When i returned his t shirt laid strewn across the floor.  I watched as he awkwardly attempted to see the large red mark on his stomach.  He prodded the area with his long fingers, before wincing in pain.

"Ow." He mumbled, then flopped back on the bed.

I couldn't help but think how childlike his behavior was.  When he noticed me in the doorway he sat up, grinning.  I walked over to him, large hands quickly grasping mine as he used his strength to try and pull me onto his lap.

"Harry, no."

He frowned when i instead i sat down next to him.  I felt the heat radiate from his body, our thighs brushed as i told him to turn towards me.  Harry intently observed me as i raised my hand.  He squirmed under my touch as i tried to clean the blood from his face.

"Hold still."

He refused to listen so i placed my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down on his back to the bed.

"Hmm, i like this side of you." He teased.  "It's hot."

I rolled my eyes, dabbing the cloth over his plump lip which was pouted slightly.    I could tell Harry was staring at me, his gaze burning into into my skin.  We stayed quiet for a mintue before the silence was broken.

"Why did you defend me?"

I was somewhat taken aback by his question, not really sure of the answer myself.

"Bo?"

"Y-you were getting hurt." I shook my head in confusion.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed.  I jumped as he pushed my hands away from him.

"I can take care of myself." He angrily stated.

He stood up, pacing towards the door.  I jumped as his hand slammed into the wall.  He stayed with his back towards me, his breathing deep.  I nervously watched as Harry slowly turned.  His green eyes came back to my frightened face.  I watched his jaw clench and then relax as his features softened.  His bare chest slowly rose and fell, calming himself down.

I held my breath as he slowly came back to the bed.  he sat on the edge, my body subtly moving away from him.  His large hand carefully reached for mine, but he frowned as i pulled away.  Harry didn't quite know what to do, the alcohol in his body gradually losing it's affect as he realised he had overreacted.

My hand gently rose and continued to wipe away the red liquid that had trickled down the side of his face.

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 13 (NOT MY WORK)

I propped myself up on my elbows, lying on my front as i aimlessly scrolled through Tumblr.  I clicked reblog on a post i found particularly amusing before continuing down the page.  My mum had been away for a little while.  She was visiting a relative i had never met before, who had been taken ill.  I had called her in the morning, asking how everything was, but she sounded a little defeated.  She still didn't have any idea on when she would be home, but i told her not to worry.

My head sharply turned when i heard my phone buzz.  I let out a huff, not wanting to move from my comfortable position.  I lazily rolled over, my fingers clasping hold of the device.  Zoe's name flashed on the screen, i opened the text.

Zoe: "Hey :)  Just wanted to let you know we're having a film night round mine tomorrow.  BRING ICECREAM!!  Xx"

I laughed before replying.  Our film night almost always ended up with us chatting over the forgotten movie left to play on the TV.  I hadn't seen much of them recently, and i had a feeling they would be very interested in the Harry situation.

"Great!!  Consider it done.  Xx" I replied.

I dropped my phone to the duvet, looking back at my laptop screen.  A small laugh was released from my lips as it buzzed again seconds later.  My finger routinely unlocked my phone, my attention still on Tumblr as i opened the message.

Harry: "What's your middle name?  x"

I frowned in confusion until i scanned to the top of the screen.  Harry.  He'd never really asked about me before, i wasn't sure if i should divulge the information.  My finger fiddled with the case on my phone before i typed.

"Grace."

I bit my bottom lip, as my thumb hovered over the send button.  I jumped as my grey tabby, Doug, climbed up onto the bed.  His soft stripy fur brushed against my hand at an attempt to get my attention.  I smiled, scratching him behind the ear before looking back at the phone screen.  My fingers quickly added to the message.

"Grace.  What's yours?  x"

My phone continued to buzz throughout the night.  We texted, asking about each other questions about our lives.  but being Harry he slipped in a few very intimate questions which made my cheeks tingle with heat.

*Next night*

"H-he saved you, Harry saved you?"

I nodded.

The girls looked astounded at what i had told them.  We were all laid round Zoe's living room, pillows everywhere.  As i predicted, the film on the TV was being ignored as we ate our ice-cream and talked.

"And you...you, well you know?" Charlotte stuttered.

I could feel the pink rise in my cheeks as i confirmed what had happened in Harry's bedroom.  We shared pretty much everything with each other, something that made us close friends.  My attention was drawn to my phone which was balancing on the armrest.  Harry's name flashed up before i opened the text.

Harry: "what color underwear have you got on?  x"

My cheeks continued to blush as i read over the bold words.  His confidence astonished me.  I set my phone down without answering.

"Maybe he's not as bad as we thought?  Harry seems alright." Lucy suggested.

I knew i looked a little flustered, the girls smiling at me.  Multiple pairs of eyes flicked from my face down to my phone.

"What is it?" Zoe asked grinning.

"Umm, I'm just going to the toilet." I gushed.

I scrabbled up and out of the room, quickly walking to the bathroom.  Mentally cursing, i realised i had left my phone.  When i returned a few minutes later, the girls were silent before giggling uncontrollably.  Shoot, they'd seen the text.

The phone was hastily grasped in my hand as i looked over the screen my eyes widened as i scanned my sent messages, to my horror they had texted Harry back.

"Black lace ;) x"

I raised my head.

"Oh my god, i can't believe you did that!" I urgently spoke.

Their laughing was interrupted when a vibration ran through my hand.  My eyes darted down to my phone.  My heart thumped against my chest as i opened the message.

Harry: "Holy shit.  Send me a picture. x"

Their eyebrows rose as they waited for my reaction.  Charlotte took the opportunity to snatch the phone from my hand as i stood with my mouth hanging open.

"Oh gosh!"

She passed the phone to the other two, who were sat on the opposite sofa.  They smiled before looking over to me.

"He likes you." Zoe teased.

She got up and walked over to me, handing me the phone.  I batted her hands away as she playfully tried to tickle me.  I flopped down onto the seating, releasing a sigh.  My head fell back as my eyes closed.

"Bloody hell." I mumbled.

***

I was embraced in a tight hug as we said our goodbyes.

"I can call you a taxi." Zoe suggested.

"No, it's fine." I smiled.  "It's not that far home."

I stepped out of the front door then turned back to her.

"And you're sure you don't want to stay over?"

I caught hold of her forearm, squeezing it.

"Honestly, it's fine."

"Alright, well text me when you get in." Zoe paused.  "That's if you're not too busy texting Harry."

I mumbled for her to shut up as she laughed.  We said goodbye and i started my short walk home.  My coat was pulled closer to my body as the wind whipped round.  The moon shone brightly as i looked up.  Cars lined the quiet residential street and i noticed a few lights turn out in the houses i passed.  My feet turned the corner, my eyes being drawn to a pub a little further down.  Loud jeering spilled out of the doors.

My pace quickened, wanting to get away from the alcohol driven atmosphere.  But i had to take a second glance at the darkened alley down the side of the building.  Even from across the road i recognized his tall frame and dark curls.  My body stopped.  I could tell the situation was tense, the stances of the men a little defensive.  My vision stayed locked on the group as i witnessed harry forcefully shove one of the guys away.  I didn't know what to do.  My mind was telling me to walk away, but i couldn't.  The rate of my breathing increased as one of them held Harry to the wall.  The other delivered a heavy punch to his stomach.

"HARRY!"

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 12 (NOT MY WORK)

Hey.  Does anybody know if One Direction is coming to Canada for Where We Are?  I've heard people say it's just a European and South American tour.  But then I've also heard they just have to release more tour dates, and when i Google'd it i got a mix of both answers.  So PLEASE comment.  I really want to know.  I live in Canada (obviously) and i really want to know so i don't get my hopes up.  And as some of you might know i have this petition thing trying to get them to come to where i live in Canada.  So if they aren't even planning to come near Canada i don't want to put any more of my energy into that petition.  Thanks :)  Now to Dark!

 

A raspy groan was released from my lips, wanting nothing more than to stay in my bed. My hands felt for the pillow to put over my head. But I was left confused upon feeling something warm and smooth beneath me. My eyes shot open when a deep laugh filled my ears, the vibrations running through my body.

“Good morning to you too, Beautiful.”

I quickly pushed myself up, Harry smirking at me as I realized I had been sprawled out across his bare chest. Dark curls spread on the pillow before he sat up, ruffling his hair then resting his weight back on his elbows. My eyes were drawn to the dark mark I had left on his neck. It still looked sore.

“You know, if you wanted to feel me up again, you only had to ask.” He spoke adding a wink.

A blush crept onto my cheeks, the events of last night filling my mind. The sounds of Harry’s soft moans forced themselves into my thoughts, followed by the image of him desperately rocking his hips up to my touch. The memory deepened the shade of red residing on my face.

I hadn’t noticed Harry move closer, my thoughts preoccupying me.

“Well, that’s if you don’t want me to return the favor.”

Our proximity nearly caused me to fall out of the comfortable bed. Harry’s long fingers trailed down my exposed arm. I felt him blow across the skin as his lips hovered slightly above it creating goose bumps. I quickly stumbled from the bed feeling disorientated, accidentally knocking into the bedside table. My hands darted out before the lamp fell to the floor. I let out a sigh as I moved it back to its place.

I swiftly turned to Harry who seemed amused watching my little clumsy episode. His eyebrows were raised as he smirked at me.

“You alright there?”

I gave him a small nod, letting my hair fall round my face, covering my heated cheeks. My hands grabbed at my clothes still laid on the floor from last night. I jumped as Harry appeared stood in front of me. I wasn’t sure on where to look, he was still only in his boxers. My eyes closed as he cupped my chin in his large hand; I reopened them when my face was tilted up to his. My breath caught in my throat as his thumb ran over my bottom lip. I watched his tongue slip out, sliding over his as if to replicate the feeling. My eyes fell away from his, no longer being able to look at him. I heard what I thought was a sigh escape his lips as I clutched my clothes tightly to my chest. Harry’s touch left my face and I moved away from him slightly.

“You can have a shower if you want?”

“Thanks.” I spoke quietly.

My feet quickly padded across the carpet to the open bathroom door. I placed my clothes on the side as I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to find Harry in the doorway, a cheeky smile spread across his face. His large hand was placed above my head against the door, preventing me from closing it. Harry’s eyes sparkled as he looked down at me.

“I could always join you.” He paused. “To save water and all that.”

His cheeky smile and playful tone told me he couldn’t care less about the water.

“No, I think I’ll be alright, thanks.”

His hand slid down the door as he laughed. Harry’s fingers brushed my cheek for a second before he spoke.

“Just let me know if you change your mind, Love.”

I shifted on my feet as I waited for him to disappear; and he did once his full lips left a lingering kiss on my cheek. I shut the door, quickly forcing the lock across, which I checked multiple times just to make sure. My clothes were quickly stripped off, getting into the shower and letting the hot water wash over me. I stood under the steady stream for a short while before there was a knock at the door.

“Bo.” Harry’s raspy tone sounded through the door.

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to get the car. Stay in the flat, I won’t be long.”

“I can get the bus ho..”

“No.” Harry sternly interrupted. “I’m taking you home.”

His rough tone told me it was probably better to just do as he said and not argue with him. I heard the front door slam moments later, signalling Harry had left.

***

My bare feet wandered down the hall. I had tried to get as much water as I could out of the long hair that fell down my back. My fingers worked on plaiting as I took the time to have a look round without Harry. The space was still as tidy as last night, but it looked different in the morning light. My eyes curiously fell on the front door before I moved towards it. I took the handle in my right hand, my left holding the plait I still had to find a tie for. It didn’t surprise me when it wouldn’t budge. Harry had a thing about locking me in, maybe he was afraid I would run away.

I aimlessly walked round the living room, a few pictures catching my eye. Most were with his friends, but there was one with Harry, a girl round his age and what looked to be his mum. He was sat in the middle, arms slung round the shoulders of the two women. I smiled at how happy they looked, with Harry displaying his deep dimples.

I hadn’t even heard the front door open, my focus still on the photo.

“Bo.”

I jumped, my body swiftly turning to see Harry staring at me. His jeans slung low on his hips and a dark navy jumper covering his torso. His green eyes flicked from my face to the picture.

“I, umm, I was just looking for something to tie my hair with.”

He walked away and I faintly heard him rummage through drawers. Harry appeared moments later a band held between his thumb and finger. He slowly moved forwards until he was stood in front of me. His looming height forcing me to tilt my head up to him.

I didn’t object when Harry took the end of the dark plait. His long fingers carefully moving to tie the hair. Harry brought his plump bottom lip between his teeth in concentration. Once he had finished he let it lie over my left shoulder.

“Thank you.” I spoke quietly.

“The car is outside.”

I maneuvered round his tall frame to the hallway to pick up my things before remembering I had left my shoes in his room. I hurried towards his bedroom, hastily putting them on and swiftly traveling back down the hall. My body stood in the doorway as I intently watched Harry pick up the photo I had been interested in. Even from behind I knew his curly hair would be flopped over his forehead as he looked down. Harry drew in a deep breath, releasing the air in a sigh. The picture was carefully put back into place before he turned. He appeared a little startled at my presence before composing himself.

“Ready?”

***

Harry seemed to be lost in thought as we drove to my house. I got the impression there was something more to that photo. But I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to know. We were soon pulling into my road, Harry parked opposite my house, undoing his belt and turning his head towards me.

“I enjoyed last night.” He smirked.

He reached for my hand, holding it tightly. My belt was released as he tugged me closer. Harry’s plump lips falling to my ear.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be putting my fingers to good use soon.”

I felt him chuckle against my neck as I visibly tensed at his words. I had learnt Harry was not one to shy away from intimate subjects. Hot breath puffed out as a large hand slid up my thigh.

“And my mouth.” He added.

I jumped as his hot tongue ran a wet line up my neck. I hadn’t even noticed my eyes were squeezed shut until I opened them. Harry withdrew, a cheeky grin spread across his face as he winked at me. I was left stunned as he opened his car door and jogged round to my side. Large hands held my hips as he helped me down.

Harry’s fingers entwined with mine, walking me across the road to my house. Once we had made it to my door, Harry spun me round to face him. He cupped my chin before pressing his mouth to mine. I felt his tongue slide along my bottom lip, looking for entry but I denied it. Harry pulled away, shaking his head as he deeply laughed.

“I’ll see you soon, Bo.”

He turned to walk away but sneakily pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth. My hands pushed at his chest.

“Goodbye, Harry.” I told him.

A smirk crossed his beautiful face before he winked and strolled over to his black car. I hastily opened my front door, slamming it shut behind me. My back pressed to the wood before sliding down it to slump to the floor. I sat and listened as the car drove away down the road. Silence then followed and I was left to ponder over what on earth I was going to do.

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His lips grazed my jaw as his hand slightly tugged his t shirt down from my shoulder. Harry nipped at the newly exposed skin, making me whimper. My body froze as a large hand skimmed down my body, dangerously close to my crotch, but I flinched back before he could touch me. Harry’s eyes never left my face. My breathing became increasingly heavy as he cautiously played with the tips of my fingers. They became entwined with his, slowly he pulled me forward. Harry sat on the edge of the bed looking up at me. He caught hold of my other hand, tugging me forwards until I was stood in between his legs. My chest rose up and down quickly as I felt him place a large hand round the back of my thigh. He lifted it, encouraging me to straddle his lap.

Harry shifted back further on the bed. I placed my hand on his chest to stop me falling into him. My touch quickly withdrew as I watched him grip the bottom of his t shirt. The fabric was swiftly pulled over his head before chucking the clothing to the floor. My eyes were instantly drawn to the tanned skin of his torso. I gasped as Harry caught hold of my hand. He brought it up to his shoulder before guiding me down over his left collar bone.

“Please.” He begged.

Harry’s hand left mine and I surprised myself when I continued to touch his chest. His muscles were toned, hard under my soft fingertips. I watched his mouth part as my index lightly ran over his nipple. Hot breath forced from his body as my touch travelled down his front. Carefully I traced the defined lines on his stomach. Harry couldn’t take his dark eyes off me as I dipped into the curves. I curiously let my fingers wander to the v lines on his hips. But my touch ceased when I reached the black band of his boxers which was visible over the top of his jeans.

I froze, still sat on Harry’s lap as he slowly released his belt. The button was popped open and the zip pulled down. My eyes widened. Harry acted quickly as I tried to climb off him, one of his large hands held my thigh, the other slid round to my lower back in an effort to keep my straddling him.

We stayed like that for a few moments. My shaky breath trembled from my lips as Harry’s grew deeper. I shivered as his touch ran up my back, forcing me closer to him. He leaned forward, his nose brushing my cheek as he desperately tried to get me to respond. I turned my head towards him, giving him the opportunity to catch my lips with his.

Harry’s hand disappeared from my leg. A deep moan followed which vibrated against my mouth. I pulled away, my wide eyes instantly darting down to find Harry’s fingers rubbing over his crotch. His eyes were closed, the movements becoming harder, his mouth parting once again. I couldn’t stop myself, my fingers carefully moving to his forehead, brushing his curls back. He hummed with my touch a small smile appearing on his face.

I had never seen him like this before. Harry seemed almost vulnerable as I watched him press his palm down. It was a vast contrast to seeing him earlier when he violently beat Jake. Now Harry was quietly moaning, enjoying the pleasure washing through his body. Maybe it was because I wanted to feel stronger, create a sense of dominance that Harry always held over me. Whatever the reason, I was curious to find out how it felt to be the one in charge. His eyes shot open when my fingertips trailed down the tensed muscles in his stomach. My hand trembled as I moved to the black fabric revealed by his undone jeans. I gasped as his large hand fell over mine, encouraging me. Harry’s eyes locked on my face as he showed me how to touch him. He grew harder as I gently squeezed, watching in awe as Harry’s hips rocked up to my touch. A short time later he withdrew his presence.

“Harder.” He instructed quietly.

I applied more pressure which had Harry groaning in approval. My name fell in breathy gasps from his mouth as I continued to rub over him. I couldn’t quite believe what was happening, it shouldn’t be happening. But I was too curious to stop myself. Moisture was beginning to pool on the black fabric and Harry’s moans were becoming more frequent.

Harry’s face contorted in pleasure, his head rolling back. My hand caught the back of his neck, whilst my other continued to move against his prominent bulge. I leaned forward placing my lips on the warm skin of Harry’s neck. His fingertips dug into my backside when I began to suck. For once I was the one in control as I fisted his curls between my fingers. A deep moan was forced from the back of his throat as I increased the intensity of my mouth, sucking as hard as I could. I wanted him to know how it felt; to have someone make you feel helpless. My teeth grazed the already red skin, still holding his head to my mouth.

A strangled moan echoed round the room before a wet heat spread in his boxers. Harry continued to 

breathe heavily as another wave crashed through him. His hands held me close as his hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.

“Bo.”

I bit down on his neck as Harry stilled, coming down from his high. Both my hands now held him to my lips. He let out a grunt at my dominant actions, but quickly decided to reverse the roles. Harry flipped us over, my lips losing contact with his skin as I lay beneath him. He panted heavily above me before gripping both my wrists in one of his large hands, bringing my arms above my head. I nervously watched as he reached up to the painful looking purple mark on his neck. Harry’s eyes squeezed closed as his fingertips gently brushed over the skin. I was somewhat surprised when he displayed a smirk.

“Was that payback?” He asked smiling.

I didn’t reply.

“Maybe I should piss you off more often.” He chuckled. “It’s fun.”

My eyes fluttered closed as he left a heavy kiss on my mouth. Harry’s touch left my feeling weak as he playfully ran his tongue over my bottom lip. He released my wrists and climbed off of me, strolling over to the other side of the room. I sat up, resting my weight on my elbows. I couldn’t help but admire the way his back muscles expanded and contracted when he walked. His belt was still undone as he turned to me. Clean boxers were held in his hand and he winked at me before closing the door to the bathroom. I heard the water turn on as I shuffled back on the bed. My fingers carefully ran over my lips, the tingling I felt when Harry kissed me still lingered on my mouth.

***

My eyes darted to the door, Harry emerging in just his boxers. He chucked his clothes into the washing basket as I watched him. His hair was in ringlets, still slightly damp from the shower. Small droplets of water glittered as they made paths down his neck and chest. Harry’s toned torso caught my gaze, the v lines on his hips disappearing into his boxers. My eyes flicked back up to his face, which now held a grin and deep dimples. He was beautiful.

“Like what you see?” Harry smirked.

His deep laugh echoed round the room as my focus dropped down, my cheeks tingling with heat. I hastily got up when he walked round the other side of the bed.

“Bo.”

I turned to see Harry’s eyebrows raised expectantly. His pink tongue slipped out, wetting his lips before he spoke again.

“Where are you going?”

His bare, tanned skin distracted me for a second, but I composed myself quickly.

“Sofa.” I replied hesitantly.

His dark curls tousled as he shook his head.

“Stay here.”

I watched as he pulled back the covers, flicking his head, signalling me to come closer. Nervously I crossed the room to where he was stood. Harry leaned down, his nose brushing my cheek before he placed a lingering kiss on my face. My eyelashes fluttered at the sensation.

“Get in.”

I still feared him, despite the intimate moment we shared a short time before. Harry intently observed me as I slowly raised my hand to his neck. He flinched slightly as my fingertips gently grazed over the sore mark on his skin. Harry’s head tilted to the side as he allowed me to continue. A soft hum 

vibrated in his chest before I withdrew my presence.

I climbed into the bed and shuffled down into the warm confines. It smelt like him.

“Move over, Love.” Harry winked.

I stared up at him.

“I..”

Harry didn’t wait for me to reply. I was nudged over to the other side of the bed, his warm body 

climbing in next to mine. Bare skin grazed my arm as he leant over me to the lamp, switching it off. I rolled onto my side, gasping when I felt a strong arm wrap round my waist. My body was pulled towards Harry, back pressed firmly to his front. His fingers grazed my neck as he pushed some of my hair away.

“Oh and don’t worry, I plan on returning the favour.” He whispered.

I understood exactly what he meant when his fingertips slipped under the t shirt I was wearing. They grazed the sensitive skin just above the top of my shorts. I felt his raspy chuckle as goose bumps formed under his touch. He held me tightly as I attempted to move away.

“Harry.”

He lightly pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, his legs entwining with mine. I felt my body tingle, Harry’s warm breath trickling over my skin. It was a little while before I could fully relax. Harry still held me to him even when he fell asleep. I laid awake for what seemed like hours, my mind racing, desperately trying to figure out what had happened to my normal life. Harry.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.”