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

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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.

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 11 (NOT MY WORK)

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.

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.

No... just no

Okay so i was going through Instagram the other day when i came across this:

I mean are you fucking serious?  He may be famous but that does not mean that his fucking sex life is any of your fucking business.  (language may offend in next sentence.  I just need to get this off my chest)

You fucking cunt ass shit head bitchey asshole reporters.  You need to be taught a fucking lesson.  What next?  Asking how long their dicks are?

I am so sorry boys for all the SHIT you have to go through.  Just know every single one of your Directioners will be with you through it all.  Love you so much and i respect you Harry for telling those reporters (in a kind, gentle, very subtle way) that they are dickheads.

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 6 (NOT MY WORK)

I managed to avoid the pressing questions from my Mother about my appearance. Calling out that I was home before scrabbling up the stairs to my room where I could hide. When she asked me about the date the next morning I wasn’t very forth coming with information. I didn’t particularly want to discuss the evening where I escaped out a toilet window, was chased down by my “date” then fell into the harbour. I’m not sure she would understand seen as she had a perfect image of Harry in her head.

***

“Excuse me?”

“Hi, can I help you?” I smiled at the woman in front of me.

“Yes, I was looking for the new McFly album. My daughter loves them and I wanted to get it for her Birthday.”

“Of course, follow me.”

I led her down the aisles of music before stopping at the “M” section. My fingers quickly flicked through the CDs before pulling out the case.

“Here you go.” I smiled. “It’s a brilliant album, your daughter will love it.”

“Thank you for your help.”

She reciprocated my smile before walking off to the till. My mind wandered aimlessly as I organised the music that had been misplaced. I pushed my hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear. My eyes darted up as I heard someone enter the shop. They instantly widened as I recognised the dark curls.

My immediate reaction was to hide. I dropped to my hands and knees, crawling along the aisle desperately trying to reach the back room without being noticed. How did he even know I worked here? I peered round the corner, deciding the coast was clear I continued to my target.

“Bo ?”

I mentally cursed as I heard Steve call out my name. No, no, no! My speed increased as I gradually neared my escape. A gasp was released from my lips as a pair of white converse stepped in front of me. My eyes hesitantly grazed up his long legs before I was met by sparkly green orbs. He grinned down at me revealing his deep dimples.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

Harry gripped my arms before hauling me to my feet. I shied away from his touch, long fingers brushing my hair from my face.

“What were you doing on the floor?” He smirked.

“I-I dropped something.”

He chuckled, it was clear he didn’t believe my lie. I was glad we were in a public place, that way Harry was forced to be a little more constrained. However, I knew that sort of thing didn’t really bother him, my mind instantly thinking back to his forward actions in the restaurant.

“Why didn’t you text me back?”

It would have been an innocent question coming from anybody else’s lips. But with Harry it was anything but.

“You asked me what I was wearing.” I replied, disgusted.

“And I didn’t get a reply, so I assumed you were naked.” He chuckled.

I let out a groan. Was that all he thought about? My body turned to walk away from him, but Harry caught hold of my wrist. He tugged me back into his body, his lips planting a hot kiss to my mouth. I used everything I had in me to shove him back. He didn’t budge but I wanted him to know I objected to his advances.

“Bo ?”

We were interrupted by Steve, much to Harry’s annoyance.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Fine.”

Steve wasn’t that much shorter than Harry but his blond spiky hair was a clear contrast to Harry’s curls. He still stepped forwards to us. I could see in his face that he wasn’t entirely convinced by my answer.

“Poppy needs help on the till.”

“Ok.”

Harry still tightly held my wrist in his large hand. I peered up at his face; his intense gaze fell down upon me.

“You’re going out with me again.” His raspy voice spoke.

“Harry.” I warned.

He smirked at me before flicking a harsh gaze to Steve. Was Harry trying to provoke a reaction out of him? I tried to pry his fingers from my skin but I couldn’t.

“I think you better leave.” Steve spoke directly to him.

Harry didn’t move, standing his ground. I winced as he squeezed my wrist tighter. His hot puffs of air could be felt on the top of my head. Steve took my hand, gently pulling me away from Harry. He was angry. Obviously not liking the way Steve intervened taking me from him. Relief spread through my body as Harry’s fingers reluctantly loosened, allowing me to slip from his hold.

“I’ll see you later, Bo.”

He winked at me before turning and walking away. The muscles in his back became prominent as he pushed open the heavy door to the shop.

“Are you alright?”

My vision was pulled away from where Harry had just disappeared as I turned to Steve.

“Yeah, thanks for doing that.” I smiled.

***

“Thank you.”

I handed the man his bag of purchases before he turned and strolled away.

“I’m going on lunch now.”

I nodded in acknowledgement before Steve vanished through into the store room and out the back door. Poppy and I chatted between serving customers. She then drifted off onto the shop floor, reorganising the “S” section of albums.

My head turned upon hearing a clatter behind me.

“Steve? I thought you were going on break?”

My eyes widened as he raised his head. Dark red blood was smeared across his right cheek from his nose.

“What happened?” I gushed.

I quickly made my way over to him, but he held out his hand before I could get too close.

“Don’t worry.” He weakly smiled. “I just fell over, it’s nothing.”

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

“No, it’s alright.”

***

Soon after I was waving goodbye to Poppy. Steve had told us to go home early as business had died down towards the end of the day. My vans kicked at a stone on the tarmac as I walked down across the car park. I lifted my gaze from the ground, my eyes lazily travelling over the vehicles. I didn’t have a car, so I was forced to either get the bus or walk home.

My breath hitched in my throat upon seeing a familiar black vehicle. I twisted my head to scope the area round me. My body jumped back when I returned my vision to my original path. Harry’s tall frame stood in front of me. A smile gracing his beautiful face as he looked down at me.

“Need a lift?” He enquired.

“I..I..”

“Come on.”

He grasped my smaller hand in his before tugging me over to his car. I didn’t have time to protest. My vision travelled down to where we were touching. I frowned, digging my heels into the floor forcing Harry to cease his movements.

“What happened to your hand?”

My thumb gently ran over his knuckles, the small cuts looked fresh. I glanced up at him, his eyes intently watching my actions.

“Nothing.” Harry replied.

He was lying. He tried to pull his hand away but I kept hold of his long fingers. I walked closer to him as he attentively observed my every move.

“Harry, did you..”

“Bo, leave it.” He cut me off.

He’d hit Steve, I knew it.

“Just get in the car.” He aggressively demanded.

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