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 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 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.