Harry Styles Fanfic - Alex breaks up with Harry but Harry doesn't take it well. He doesn't want too lose her. He becomes obsessed with Alex and takes it too extremes.


8. Chapter Eight

Walking back home I felt jumpy as though someone was watching me. Every few yards I'd turn around to see who was behind me, of course no one was there. My mind was reeling after last nights incident. Who was it? How did they get in? What did they want with that picture? My mind kept going back to one thing. Harry. I arrived to my block of flats.

"You was da' one oo' mouved' me want ya'?"

A group of 4 boys marched up to me, intimidating me.

"W-what are you on about?" I tried to act brave.

"you'. oo' was da' one oo' mouved' me"

He shoved me back, making me fall to the floor. My knee made a sickening crack. I clenched it in agony.

"I didn't do anything to you!" I cried in fear "I don't even know who you are"

He shot me lop-sided grin before kneeling down towards me, slowly pressing his body against mine. A trail of slime from his tongue glided across my jawline. A single tear fell down my face. I couldn't make a sound, my body would not let a sound free, my body stiffened in fear. He smashed his chapped lips against my soft lips, his tongue begging for entrance. I was in too much shock too move or deny it. It slipped in as it traced my mouth, the smoke and alcohol making a foul mixture in my mouth. Another tear escaped my eye as he pulled away, the lethal mix still lingering in my mouth. I was frozen to the floor as his hand slid lower towards my sex. Quivers managed to flee from my lips in an attempt to beg. Another grin spread across his face as he slowly rubbed though the material. My eyes fixed on his, silently begging him. They then flickered to the other boys who were stood around me, taking pictures on their phones, and flapping their arms around, swearing. All of the boys heads turned around simultaneously.

"Oi, let's go sort this dickhead out" They marched over to a man who was slowly walking towards us.

They all walked over to him except the one who was on top of me. My lips peeled open as a squeak escaped them, trying to get the person's attention. My eyes jerked back over to the gang. They had surrounded the man and were laughing at him. The man grabbed one of the gang by the throat and slammed him down on the floor. My eyes widened. He started punching him. Two of the gang members ran up behind him and pulled him off, taking their turn to punch. The man rolled and ended up punching them. The last one of the gang just stood there, not knowing what to do. The mysterious man stood up, victorious. The boys were led on the floor coughing and clutching their guts. The man started running as fast as he could towards me.

"Get the fuck away from her"

He stared down at us both with a puffed up, half closed eye, and blood swiped from his lip, breathing heavily.

"What are you gonna' do about it?"

He looked behind him at the moaning bodies that were on the floor. He gulped.

"You can't make me doe"

He swooped down, grabbing the gang member by the collar and pushing him off of me onto the concrete.

"I think you'd better run home"

He let him go and stood up, brushing himself down. He ran of towards the flats. He reached down and picked up my lifeless body, hugging it tight into his torso, my limp head rolling slightly on his shoulder as he walked. He turned the opposite way to the flats. I tried to say something but I couldn't, I let him carry me to a Land rover.

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