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.

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you…Harry.” I spoke quietly.

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

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

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

“Harry?”

“Mmm.” His deep voice hummed.

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

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

“Come here.”

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

“Do you live with anyone else?”

“No.”

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

“You can take my bed.”

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

“Put me down!”

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

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

“Wear these.”

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

“Mmm, you look good in my clothes.”

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

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

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

“Bo.” Harry warned.

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

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

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“We need to go.”

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

“Bo!”

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

“Back off.” Harry growled.

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

“Harry.” I begged. “Please don’t.”

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

“Come on.”

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

“Harry?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” I gasped.

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

“Let’s go back to mine.” He winked.

***

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you do this with all the girls?”

Harry glanced down to look at me.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

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

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

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

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

He paused before speaking again.

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

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

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

“What? No.” I abruptly stopped.

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

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

“I’ll be fine on my own.”

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He likes you.”

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

“I’m going to get us a drink.”

“Thanks.”

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

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

“Bo.”

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

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

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

“So, are you Harry’s girl now?”

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

“No.” I shook my head.

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

“That makes things easier then.” He smiled.

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

***

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

“Harry was right, you are feisty.”

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

“Steady on.” He sniggered.

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

“Don’t make this difficult.” He spat.

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

“HARRY!” I shouted.

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

“Shut it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bo.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go.”

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

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

“Harry, Harry stop!”

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

“You’re going to kill him.”

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

“I’ll go with you!!” I shouted.

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

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

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

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

“Bo, co..”

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

“Bo.” He mumbled.

“Mmm.”

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

“We need to go.”

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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.