Another little poem

Now a Niall Horan poem!  I love you so much baby!  I just want to inform those of you that haven't heard this.  I don't know if this is rumored or true but i've been hearing it everywhere, managment is thinking about not letting Niall sing on Where We Are and just making him be a guitar player... i mean WHAT THE FUCK?  There is a hashtag we (Directioners) are trying to trend EVERYWHERE!!!  It is #LetNiallSingWhereWeAre trend it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Google +, and anywhere i've forgotten that you can tag!  Please PleasE PLEASE!!!  LETS HELP NIALL!!! We L<3VE you so much!  Now the poem:

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
If you don't like Niall, there's something wrong with you
That boy is amazing
He's close to perfection
Without Niall Horan, there's no One Direction  

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.

A little poem

Now a little poem for the boys.

Twinkle, twinkle, Liam Payne

Niall, Harry, Louis, Zayn

One Direction is my life

One day i will be their wife

Twinkle, twinkle, Liam Payne

Niall, Harry, Louis, Zayn

It's short and weird, i know... oh well!  Love you all :P <3 :*

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

Harry Styles famous fanfiction Dark, Chapter 4 (NOT MY WORK)

"Hello, beautiful."

When i didn't move Harry grabbed my forearm and leaned down to kiss me.  I hastily turned my head to the side, his full lips making contact with my cheek instead of his intended target.  He pulled away, a smile tugging at his lips.  His eyes burnt into mine until my head dropped, my fingers fiddling with the strap of my bag.

"Come on."

I reluctantly stepped outside, turning to close the front door and lock it.  I had only just placed the keys in my bag when Harry's fingers entwined with mine.  His large hand was warm, if i didn't feel so threatened by him; the touch would have comforted me.  We crossed the road to where the intimidating black vehicle was parked.  The passenger door was yanked open and Harry peered down at me expectantly.

"Hop in, love."

I complied, my breath trembling out as he slammed the door behind me.  My head turned looking around the interior of the car.  It was surprisingly clean for a guy.  I watched as he jogged round the front to the driver's side.  His tall frame easily climbing into the vehicle before he abruptly shut the door.  It frightened me that i was now alone with him.

"Don't look so nervous, Bo." Harry smirked.

His green orbs lingered on me for a few seconds before he reached round for his seat belt, strapping himself in.  I did the same, my eyes landing back on Harry as he swiftly turned on the ignition and shifted the car into reverse.  He grinned at me, winking before pulling out of the space and onto the road.  I noticed his blazer sleeves were pushed up his strong forearms as he tightly gripped the steering wheel.  He swept some curls from his face, clearing his vision to see the cars speeding past on the junction.  I found myself staring at his face until he lips curved up into a smile and i knew I'd been caught.  My head dipped down to pick at my finger nails as a blush crept up onto my cheeks

"How old are you?" I asked quietly.

I glanced up at his face.  He turned to me for a second before looking back out the windscreen.

"Twenty."

"Oh."

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet, i spent the time looking out my window.  The sun was slowly fading in the sky as we pulled into a car park.  I jumped back into the seat as Harry placed his hand on my knee, but i stopped him before he could move it any higher.  He deeply chuckled, then withdrew his touch.

"We're here."

I unbuckled my seat belt, and reached for the handle.  My eyes widened when i realised it was locked.  I had to wait for Harry to open my door from the outside.  I shivered a little at the thought of being locked in with him.  I couldn't help but shy away from his touch as he helped my down from the car.  A reaction which didn't go unnoticed by Harry.

I tugged my jacket tighter to my body as the wind whipped round.  I was pulled under one of Harry's strong arms as he guided me to the path.  I took in a deep breath, the smell of the sea filling my senses.  We turned a corner and i realised we were at the harbour.  My eyes flicked from one boat to another, all of them moored up to the dock.

We continued to walk along the promenade; a railing being the only barrier separating us from the deep water.  We stopped outside a restaurant, Harry removing his arm from my shoulder and roughly spinning me round to face him.  I gasped as his long fingers pushed my hair away from my neck.  His mouth held a smirk, his tips brushing over the fading mark that was still visible on my neck.

"Mmm, maybe i should give you another one, just to make sure everyone knows you're mine." His raspy voice whispered.

"No."

I began to back away but he caught me wrist before tugging me into him.

"Maybe later." He smiled.

***

Harry gave his name to the man at the front of the restaurant before we were led to a table towards the back.  I had a horrible feeling Harry had asked to be placed here, so we were more hidden.  I sat opposite him at the small table, shrugging off my jacket and placing it over the back of the chair.  The waitress handed us our menus before taking out drink orders and hurrying off.

Harry scanned over the list of meals on offer, not looking up as i bent down to my bag and pulled out my phone.  I held the menu up in front of me, hiding myself as i opened the text.

From: Zoe
How is it going?  Are you alright?  Xx

I was about to reply when my shield was pulled down to the table.  I quickly shoved my phone into my bag before looking up to meet Harry's dark gaze.  He decided not to mention my phone and asked me what i wanted instead.

"I'm not hungry." I bluntly replied.

"Pick or I'll pick for you." His tone holding a hint of annoyance.

I stayed silent as he called the waitress over.  Her ponytail swayed as she rushed to our table quickly scribbling down our order.

"Can i get you anything else?" She asked politely.

Her eyes hesitantly landing on Harry's before quickly diverting to mine.  I could tell she felt on edge around him.  She gave me a sympathetic look, almost as if she knew i was here against my will.

"No thank you." I smiled.

Then we were left alone.  Harry tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes locking onto my face.

"Do i frighten you?"

I was about to say that it was a pretty stupid question, but i stopped myself.  I didn't really want to tell him he scared the crap out of me.  I'm sure he would have used the information to his already strong advantage.  Although i don't see how he couldn't have realised the intimidating effect he had on me.

My silence was all the confirmation he needed.  He showed off his dimples as he smiled at me.  Harry's hand was about to reach towards me when the waitress came back with our drinks.  I thanked her for the water, mentally praising her for interrupting us.  All too soon she had walked away and i was left alone with Harry again.  I felt uncomfortable as his eyes rested on my face.

"Has anyone ever touched your before?"

"W-what?" I replied in confusion.

He didn't say anything, but i gasped upon feeling his hand on my knee under the square table.  He chuckled at my reaction before swiftly getting up.  It surprised me when he pushed his chair round to sit on the side of the table to the right of me.  His hand immediately went back to it's previous position.  My breath hitched in my throat as his touch slid slowly up my thigh, my body was frozen.  Harry intently watched as my chest sharply rose up and down.  I thanked god i didn't decide to wear a dress, who knows where his hands could have reached.  When his fingers skimmed my crotch i abruptly shot up.  My chair screeched against the floor as i pushed it back.

"I-i need to pee." I gushed.

I heard him deeply laugh a i quickly walked towards the toilets.  I didn't have time to pick up my bag, i just wanted to get away.

"Don't be too long." Harry called behind me.

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Alright guys.  I feel soooooooooooo bad for not updating :'(  I just feel so much pressure saying i am going to update on specific days.  Sooooooo i have decided that i am not going to have an updating schedule anymore.  But there is one thing i will promise you.  I WILL update at least once a week.  Hopefully that is ok with you guys.  Once again, sooooooo sorry i haven't posted anything in probably almost two weeks.  Maybe i will have another chapter up on Sunday or Monday, MAYBE.  Please don't be disappointed if there isn't one.  Ok BYE!!!!!  Love you all! :*