"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.
"Lou!"
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 Liam 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. Liam'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 fringe 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 Liam. 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 Liam'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 people 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.
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 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 manoeuvred round the room easily.
I gasped when he placed me down on something soft. My hands felt around me and I realised 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 slowly snaked his hands up and down my chest His large hands enjoying the feel of my skin and the sensitive flesh near my nipples. 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. Harry's shorts are suddenly feeling a little too tight. 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.
"Louis." 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.
