Dark -Harry Styles Fan Fiction-

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I simply posted it on here for you all to read.


14. Chapter 14


I lightly groaned, eyes taking a little while to adjust to the morning sun. My body felt overly warm and I realised it was the girl draped over my body. Bo’s long hair did a good job of hiding her face as she nuzzled into my chest. I smiled, finding it difficult to remember if I had ever felt this content when waking up. I had never been a morning person, especially when I was younger. In my teenage years it was a miracle if I fell out of bed before one in the afternoon. My fingers gently stroked her dark waves back from her face.

My mind wandered back through the time I had spent with Bo. She had been the first to really take an interest in me. Not my looks, but me.

I took my bottom lip between my teeth in concentration as I focused on not waking up the beautiful girl on top of me. I gently lifted Bo, wiggling out from under her warm body. She stirred slightly before quietly whimpering in complaint. I watched on amused as she settled for wrapping her arms round the pillow I was previously laid on. A deep breath was taken in, inhaling the fabric as her breathing evened once again.

She looked like an angel. My angel. I sat on the side of the mattress, my fingers carefully brushing over her cheek as she continued to sleep. Her long hair fell out round her as she pressed her face to the pillow, Bo lying on her stomach. The duvet was pulled up, her body looking small in comparison to the large bed.

As I stared at her I thought back to what she had said to me a couple of days before. I had gotten angry with her. I didn’t intent to scare her, but I knew I had. “They’re still your family….they love you.” Bo’s words echoing through my mind. Maybe it was time for me to try again. I could try for her.

I missed them so much, but I didn’t think I could take the pain of them rejecting me. Especially my mum. The look on her face after she witnessed me beat Jess’ boyfriend was something I could never forget. Fear. Fear of me.

I gulped back the emotions a Bo broke me out of my thoughts. Her face softly nudged against my hand, her body shifting towards my warmth in her sleep. I quickly grabbed my phone from the side, carefully removing myself from the bed to stand at the end. My fingers scrolled down my contacts before I found the person I was looking for. My eyes locked on Bo’s sleeping form, her legs had curled up under the duvet as I waited for him to pick up.

“Hello?” He gruffly spoke down the line.

I had clearly just woken him up.

“Louis, it’s Harry. I need your help… I need to find someone.”

Flashback continued

“This better be the right number this time, Lou.” I gruffly spoke.

“Haz mate, relax. We haven’t tried that many.” He reasoned.

“Twelve.” I sharply replied. “I thought you were supposed to be good at this sort of thing. It took you all of three minutes to find that girl’s number and address.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Louis remained silent.

“You know, the one with the massive..”

“I know, I know.” He cut me off rather curtly. “And I thought we agreed to never speak of the incident again.”

The phone was still held to my ear as I walked into my bedroom again, a mug of tea in hand. I took small sips of the steaming liquid, my gaze locked on the beauty still asleep in my bed. Her body now tangled in the sheets.

“I’ve got it.” Louis spoke up.

He recited off a number which I hastily copied down.

“You sure?”

I didn’t really want to go through another unsuccessful phone call.

“Yep, says “Styles” on the database.” There was a pause.“Haz, you owe me one. If I get caught hacking in..”

“Mate, relax.” I spoke using the same tone he had earlier. “We both know you’ve done it before and will probably do it again.”

“That’s beside the point.” He replied, but I detected a hint of humour in his voice.

I placed my mug on the bedside table, glancing at Bo to make sure she was alright before walking from the bedroom to the kitchen. My nervousness was clear as I gulped. I knew Louis could tell.

“Harry, goodluck.” He spoke quietly, the amusement draining from his voice.

“Thanks, Lou.”

I hung up the phone, staring down at the numbers scrawled across the bit of paper. My fingers raked through my messy curls, hand rubbing over my face. All my fears came bombarding to the forefront of my mind. Rejection, my family not wanting me. That’s what I feared the most. I guess I had put it off all this time because a small part of me hoped that they would lovingly take me back. But I knew this wasn’t the case.

My heart sunk at the realisation this might be the final time I would speak to them. But I shoved the thought away, inhaling a deep breath and typing the numbers in to dial.


Jess’ POV

I waited for mum to return back from the shops, something about buying more tea bags. My feet aimlessly wandered through to the living room. She always kept the house tidy, remembering how she would constantly nag Harry to pick up his dirty socks from the carpet and how he would groan in complaint. I weakly smiled as my eyes landed on the picture that always stood on the small table in the corner. It was of Harry and I, his curls tousled as he had just broken out of my playful headlock. We grinned at the camera, my mum taking the photo.

I often wondered where he was now, what he was doing, if he missed us. It had been four years since we’d seen him, four years since he left. My baby brother, only sixteen when he lashed out at my boyfriend at the time. I shook my head, desperately trying to evade the horrible memories. We were shocked. He had to grow up faster than his years, taken on the responsibility of the only male in the house. It had taken witnessing Harry beat him nearly to death, for me to realise what a cruel and disgusting man I was dating. But it was too late. Harry left that evening.

We had desperately tried to search for him. But it was like he had fallen off the face of the Earth. I jumped as the phone rang, quickly wiping away the small tears I hadn’t noticed falling from my eyes. I cleared my throat before pressing the green button.


“Oh, hi, does umm, is this Kathy Styles?” I raspy voice stuttered.

I frowned slightly before replying.

“No, she’s just popped out for a bit. This is her daughter, can I take a message?”

My hands rummaged for a note pad and a pen from a drawer. I cleared my throat, trying to get some response out of the mystery called. The line was silent on the other end.

“I can get her to call you back?” I suggested.

I was about to put the phone down, thinking the call had died before the male voice spoke again.

“Jessy?” He whispered.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat, my heart pounding against my chest. It can’t be. The only person who called me that…. I suddenly began to feel faint.

“Oh my god.”

The phone dropped from my hand, clattering to the floor. My eyes squeezed closed, reality falling away for a short time as I became lost in my whirling thoughts. After a second my mind caught up with my body and I fell to my knees. My hands urgently gripped the phone.

“H-Harry?” I desperately pleaded.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

I could hear the slight amusement in his voice. Always the cheeky one.

“My baby brother.” I mumbled, tears in my eyes. “Where are you?”

“I’m in my flat.” His tone told me he was rolling his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, you have a flat.” I quietly confirmed. “And your voice has gotten so deep.”

To me he was still just a sixteen year old boy. Awkward teenager with crazy curly hair.

“Jessy, I’m twenty.” He said matter-of-factly.

The tears had started again, rolling down my cheeks. We’d missed out on four years of his life. My heart lurched at the thought of him being all on his own. He’d left when he was still a boy. I couldn’t bear to think of what had gone through his mind four years ago. Our reactions to the event in the back garden forcing him to believe the people he loved were terrified of him.

“We’ve missed you, Harry.” I whispered. “My God, we’ve missed you so much.”

My sobbing became a little erratic as I attempted to rein in the emotions. I slowly slid to the floor, tightly clutching the phone to my ear, desperate to hear his voice. Desperate not to lose him again.

“Please Jess, don’t cry.” Harry mumbled.

“I want to see you.” I gushed.


Harry’s POV

I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I strolled back to the bedroom. We were going to meet. After four years I was going to see my mum and sister again. My eyes lit up as I spotted Bo. She was the reason, the beautiful, stubborn girl in front of me. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have tired. I would have carried on with the rest of my life, continuing to think my family wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. A feeling of being lost, unloved constantly aching in my chest.

She was awake, sitting up, knees bent as she leant back against the headboard. Her hand hastily travelled up to her hair, attempting to tame the wavy locks.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

She shyly smiled, speaking a quiet “good morning”.

I crawled onto the end of the bed, Bo taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Is that my tea?” I asked amused, raising my eyebrows.

“It’s mine now.”

I loved it when she was playful with me. A smirk broke over my face, taking the mug from her grasp, placing it to the bedside table once more. Her innocence shining through as I watched her eyes widen. My hands gripped her ankles and in one swift movement I yanked her down to lie flat on her back beneath me. I smiled down at her, touch running over her body through one of my t shirts she wore.

“Well, you’re mine.” I whispered.


Jess’ POV

“Do you think he’ll come?” I asked anxiously to my mum.

“Course he will.” My mum smiled reassuringly, but I could tell she was as nervous as I was. “He might be a bit late though.”

We laughed, Harry had never really been one to keep on top of time. I twiddled my straw round, watching the bubbles float to the top as we conversed together. My mum and I had grown closer with my little brother’s devastating departure. The thought of losing another member of the family was completely indescribable. To be on your own…my baby brother on his own.

“Do you think we’ll recognise him?” I asked.

I hoped his hair hadn’t changed; his curls and dimples something of a signature look, along with his cheeky smile. When my mum didn’t reply I looked up at her. But her focus was now on the door, mouth slightly agape before she covered it with her hand. I turned on my stool to see a tall guy, dark curls flopping over his forehead before he pushed them back. His green eyes scanned the area, his mouth forming into a cheeky grin as he spotted us. I couldn’t move from my position and neither could my mum. I might have fallen to the floor if I attempted to stand.

He made his way over to us, denim shirt buttoned up to the top, white converse. Our heads tilted up as he came to stand in front of the stools we were sat on. He looked so much older, taller. My eyes furiously absorbed his face. His jaw was more defined, smooth skin displaying a hint of stubble. Harry’s hair was longer, still holding curls but not the tight ringlets he displayed in his younger years. But it was his eyes that caught my attention. A deeper shade of green..darker.

My mum was up first, wrapping her arms tightly round his waist, burying her face into his side. He held her closely to his body. Harry smiled, looking to me as he raised his other arm, offering me a hug. I jumped up, quickly accepting the offer. I rested my head on his hard chest, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Harry.” I cried softly.

My mum was still clinging to him as I drew back, peering up to his face. I couldn’t believe it was really him. After all this time, we never thought we’d see him again.

“You’re so tall.” I commented.

“Either that or you’ve both got shorter.” Harry playfully retaliated.

“Your voice is deeper.”

“You told me that on the phone.” He laughed.

I couldn’t help but smile upon hearing his laughter again. My gaze wandered over him, hands reaching out to his free arm. I felt my mouth drop open slightly as I squeezed his bicep.

“Holy shit, your muscles are massive.” I gushed in disbelief.

I still couldn’t shake the thought of him being an awkward sixteen year old teenager. His body had lost all the puppy fat he once carried. His muscles growing and defining.

“You might not be able to get me in a headlock now.” He teased.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” I whispered.

But as I thought about the time we had spent apart, I couldn’t stop the horrible memories of hearing my mum cry herself to sleep for nights on end. Wishing she had done something to stop Harry from leaving. Both of us were distraught at his disappearance. The hurt returned with full force. It was almost as if he’d died. The feelings both my mum and myself had been left with, were identical to experiencing a loved one being harshly ripped from life.

I yanked his arm off; Harry’s face holding confusion. My fist punched him hard in the chest.

“Oww.” Harry rubbed over the sore spot.

“You left us.” I sobbed. “When we needed you, you left us.”

The teasing in his eyes disappeared. My mum standing back from him as we both peered up and the guy who had walked out on us. We stood closer together, my fingers lightly gripping hold of her hand. My mum had been quiet during this reunion. It was a lot for her to take in, especially as she hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to him on the phone.

“I-I didn’t think you wanted me.” He spoke quietly. “Not after what happened.”

Harry’s words clenched at my heart. He looked like a lost little boy; his stronger physical appearance not being able to hide the obvious vulnerability he still held.

“You’re a bloody idiot, Harry. Of course we wanted you. Y-You’re my brother, I’ll always love you.”

He bit his lip as his head dipped down. Curls falling over his face as he gripped both of our hands, almost too afraid to let go.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

I desperately tried to hold back the tears. I knew Harry had arranged to meet in a public place to try and prevent a scene.

“Oh god.” My mum mumbled.

Her free hand caught hold of the back of his neck, tugging him down. His head rested on her shoulder as she stroked his curls. I heard him sniff lightly, his large hand holding mine tightly.

“I’m sorry.” His voice breaking as he repeated the words.

“It’s alright, Baby.” My mum comforted.


We had moved from the bar to one of the many tables at the restaurant. The shock of seeing Harry again, slowly starting to sink in.

“Where’s your chain?” I asked.

The necklace had been given to Harry for his sixteenth birthday. The gift was never taken off.

“Someone else wears it now.”

I frowned, not really understanding why he would have given it away. It had meant so much to him. But my mind suddenly caught on to his loving words. A gasp fell from my lips, smile spreading across my face as he shyly smiled back.

“What’s her name?...H-His name?” I rushed.

He shook his head laughing.

“Jessy, I like girls.” He whined.

I was about to speak again before a busty waitress came over with our drinks. She only glanced at my mum and myself, her attention fully on Harry who seemed unfazed my her attention seeking attempts towards him.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

Her top was low, cleavage on full show as she peered at him through her fake lashes.

“No, I think we’re good thanks.” Harry looked to both of us.

My stomach had been churning all day at the thought of seeing my brother again, I had hardly eaten anything. I had no appetite for food. We nodded in agreement and the waitress huffed quietly before departing. I looked to Harry who didn’t seem to notice the not so subtle advances the blonde was giving him.

“And apparently girls like you too.”

He shook his curls, smiling. I scanned round the other tables. It was true, a number of female eyes were giving Harry curious glances. Lustful gazes travelling up and down his body. I suddenly felt protective, it was my baby brother that they were ogling. I gave one particular woman a hard glare. She looked a little flustered before returning back to her conversation with who I presumed was her boyfriend.

“Tell us about her.” My mum smiled.

My focus came hurtling back to our table. I suddenly became intensely curious as to who Harry was clearly smitten with.

“What’s her name, how old is she, where did you guys meet?...Can we meet her?”

“Jessy, stop.” Harry chuckled.

His bottom lip was nervously taken between his teeth, his eyes glancing from my mum to myself. I smiled as he shuffled in his seat. Harry’s apprehension making him look younger, the boy I remembered.

“Her name’s Bo.” His head dipped down, trying to conceal the pink splashing his cheeks. “She’s beautiful.” He mumbled quietly.

“Awww, Hazzzz.” I cooed, to which I was quickly told, rather rudely, to shut up.


End of Flashback

Bo’s POV

His mouth was slightly agape, soft snores falling from his plump lips. I smiled at Harry’s hair, messy curls adorned the pillow. My mind wandered back to what he had told me the night before. I was elated to hear he had contacted his family. And by the look on his face when he had told me, I had a feeling everything had gone alright. It shed some light on the constant phone calls, obviously his mum or sister wanting to make sure he was alright.

Harry lightly groaned as I carefully moved, wiggling down the bed. The covers went with me, revealing his toned chest as it rose up and down, but he didn’t seem to mind the loss of duvet, still fast asleep. He looked adorable.

My lips ghosted over the smooth skin of his stomach before moving lower. Small bursts of kisses were peppered over his left hip. Harry stirred slightly with the affection. I glanced up, long eyelashes still fanned over the top of his pink tinged cheeks. Smiling, my fingers gently hooked into the elastic on his hip, slowly pulling it down for more access. I continued with my small pecks. Then moving to kiss down his happy trial.

I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from giggling, my fingers gently easing down the elastic from below his belly button. I didn’t quite manage my goal. Harry’s large hands catching hold of my wrists and tugging me up the bed. His eyes were still closed as I lay on top of him. My giggling caused him to moan.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” His raspy voice asked.

I brushed my fingers over his cheek, gently encouraging him to allow me to see the sparkling green orbs I loved.

“Mornin’, Handsome.” I smiled.

He ginned, focus locked on my face. It was a few minutes before he spoke, forehead creasing in confusion.

“Were you going to wake me up with a blowjob?”

My cheeks blushed as I nuzzled into his neck, embarrassment taking over. It hadn’t been my plan to wake him in such an intimate way. But I didn’t deny it, I would allow him to believe it was my intention, simply because it was more fun. Maybe I would indulge him in the heated wake-up call another time. My face redden at the thought.

“Because I can always go back to sleep and you can try again.” He cheekily suggested.

I gasped at his proposal, lightly hitting him on the chest as he laughed.

Shortly after the tickling Harry had initiated I had gotten in the shower, quickly getting ready for work. My wet hair was plaited down my back, fingers holding the end as I finished it off with the band Harry left out for me. I was just about to go and find him in the kitchen when a hard knock was heard from the front door.

“Bo, will you get that?” Harry spoke.


I tugged the front of my low top up before walking down the hallway. My fingers gripped the cold handle before swinging the door open. I couldn’t help but take a step back. The man in the doorway was huge, his height looming above me, much like Harry. My mouth seemed to dry as I peered up at him, his lips holding a smirk.

“Hmm, I was expecting someone a little taller.” He joked. “Harry in?”

Tattoos trailed up one of his strong arms, a sleeve of dark colour swarming on his skin. The ink stopped at the fabric on the arm of his t shirt. I swallowed down my fright before turning my head back round into the flat.

“Harry.” I called.

My focus snapped back as I felt a large, sweaty hand on my shoulder. I stood frozen, his touch running up my neck to cup my chin. His smile was far from friendly as his icy eyes trailed down to my chest.

“You Harry’s girl?”

I thought back to the last time someone had asked me that. Jake. My answer had been a strong no. But so many things had changed since then. The guy with unmistakable darkness hidden in his stunning green eyes had swept me off my feet; quite literally in some instances.

“Yes.” I replied rather sharply before yanking his wrist away from me. “Harry!” My voice shouted, rather urgently behind me.

The curly-haired guy hastily appeared moments later. Joggers slung low on his hips and he yanked a t shirt over his head before striding swiftly in our direction. He looked less than happy at the current situation in front of him. My upper arm was taken in his large hand, gently tugging me behind him. He stood tall and protective before turning to me.

“Go and wait in the living room.” He spoke quietly.

I gently squeezed his hand before complying, feet moving quickly to the lounge. Harry’s focus was now on the, what looked to be, uninvited guest. My fingers hung onto the doorframe, peeking out to watch the interaction.

“What the hell do you want?” Harry asked through gritted teeth.

“I was sent to make sure you don’t pussy out of this evening.” He almost laughed.

“I’ll be there.” Harry’s voice hard.

I anxiously watched the exchange between the two towering males. My heart thumping as I noticed Harry’s long fingers slowly curl into a tight fist by his side. But my vision was diverted to the other man who peered round Harry to me. The smile on his face put me on edge, even though I knew Harry would never let him get to me. Harry’s overly protective nature would have the large man pinned to the floor in seconds.

“I’d like to see her there too.” The guy smirked.

My body stiffened. Harry’s green eyes found mine. Their softness hardening before he spun and shoved the guy in the chest. The man stumbled back slightly.

“Fuck you.” Harry angrily spat.

“Nah mate, I’d rather fuck her.” He laughed.

The door was swiftly slammed in his face. Harry’s breathing was erratic as his back pressed to the wood. I could tell he was desperately trying to cling on to any calm he possessed. I hesitantly moved towards him, aware he was still angry.


My voice was quiet. His head remained bowed, not meeting my gaze as he concentrated on finding an equilibrium. My hand slowly rose to his head, my fingers soothing stroking his curls; I knew it calmed him from previous experience. His deep sigh told me my attempts were succeeding. My face dipped slightly, finding the warmth of his cheek before placing a small kiss to the skin.

His head rose to meet my cautious gaze. I gasped as he caught hold of my hands, squeezing them as his thumbs rubbed over the backs.

“Did he hurt you?” He gushed, anxiously waiting for my answer.

“No.” I replied, not wanting to provoke any unnecessary reaction.

I stared down at our hands, Harry’s span so much larger than mine. The simple gesture made me feel safe in his presence.

“When I heard you shout my name..” His voice cracked.

“H-He just frightened me.” I interrupted.

Harry’s posture seemed to relax a little, his lips planting a soft kiss to my mouth. Our foreheads pressed together, inhaling each other’s breath. Long eyelashes tickled at my skin.

“Is he the guy you’re fighting tonight?” I asked quietly.

“No, no that’s his wanker of a brother.” Harry’s tone holding distaste.

My fingers tightened round his, a lump forming in my throat.

“I don’t want you to fight.” I whispered, tears brimming in my eyes.

Harry’s strong arms brought me into a protective hug, my body being engulfed by his.

“I know, Baby.”

I aimlessly scrolled through the messages on my phone, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel as I listened to The Vaccines, waiting for Bo to finish work. The phone was placed on the dashboard before I looked at my watch. What was taking her so long? I was just about to go and search for her when the door to the shop opened. She clumsily stumbled out, probably tripping over her own feet, knowing Bo. But my attention then narrowed on the guy who followed out behind her. My right hand clenched round the wheel as he quickly took her forearm, helping to steady her. Why was he touching her?

She smiled at him before he handed her his phone. What was going on? I pushed my curls back as I continued to watch the interaction. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her…or lusting after her. But I remained in the car, knowing Bo wouldn’t appreciate it if I intervened. The longer I observed them, the tighter my grip became, knuckles turning white.

As she walked away his eyes followed after her. He was making it blatantly obvious he was checking her out. Even when she was climbing into my car, there was a subtle tilt to his head as he gaped at her arse. Oh fuck this.

“Who’s that?” I asked sharply.

“Hello to you too, Harry.” She replied sarcastically before kissing my cheek.

Bo’s fingers brushed back a few strands of hair from her face as she studied my less than pleased expression.

“Who is he?” I repeated a little angrier.

I think Bo knew I wasn’t in the mood to joke. Her posture gave off the impression she was little apprehensive of my reaction.

“Dan.” Bo spoke quietly, looking down to start picking at her nails.

“And?” I raised my eyebrows.

My patience was wearing thin as she gave me as little information as possible.

“And he’s just started work at the shop.”

“Why did he give you his phone?”

She bravely peered up to me. Her lips parted to speak then clamped shut. I watched her gaze fall down once again.

“H-He’s new to the area. He asked if he could have my number so I could show him round.” Bo replied quietly.

She nervously picked at her nails as she looked down to her lap once again.

“You’re not showing him round.” I bit back.

I had a good idea what he wanted to see and he must have been fucking stupid to think I would let him anywhere near. Bo’s gaze came back to me, eyebrows set in a frown. I knew she wanted to protest but she bit her tongue. There wasn’t much point in arguing about it. I would get my way.

“Did you tell him you had a boyfriend?”

I forced my tone to resonate a softer sound, knowing I would get little out of her if she was frightened. My finger’s gently caught hold of her chin, angling it towards me as I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip.

“N-No, it hadn’t come up in conversation.”

My touch instantly fell away, turning my head to pin Dan with my gaze. He was still stood outside the shop, curiously observing our interaction as he was forced to try and determine what was happening through the movement of our mouths.

“He’s nice, Harry.”

I could tell by the tone of Bo’s voice she was desperately trying to convince me. My eyes squeezed closed in exasperation before locking my gaze with the girl sat in the passenger seat. She had no idea he had been shamelessly checking her out minutes before. Her innocence still proved to be something of an astonishment to me. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to let this guy take advantage of her naivety. Bo really did have no clue the effect she had on males.

I let out a deep breath, pushing up the sleeves of my shirt to cool down.

“I’m going to have a little chat with him.” I spoke coldly.

Bo reached out to grab my hand.

“Harry, don’t.”

But I was already out of the car.

Bo’s POV

I scrabbled to remove my bag and chuck it on the backseat. The passenger door could still only be opened from the outside so I clambered over the middle console to the driver’s door. I glanced out the windscreen to see where Harry was. My eyes widened when he momentarily looked back. His arm rose as he clicked the automatic lock on the key.

I yanked at the handle but it wouldn’t budge. My mouth parted in disbelief. He’d locked me in.

“Harry!” I yelled through the glass.

But he ignored my protest, continuing to walk towards Dan, who looked a little bewildered. I was forced to sit and watch as Harry had his “little chat.” His back was towards me, which I knew was a deliberate move, that way I wouldn’t be able to see his face.

Harry was overreacting. Dan had been really sweet today at work. We had talked between serving customers, something I would do with most of the staff at the shop. It wasn’t anything special, we were just being friendly. But of course Harry blew things way out of proportion; his protective side looming over me once again.

I was still seated on the driver’s side when Harry approached the car. He clicked the button on the key, unlocking the door. As soon as it was open I stumbled out. My attitude was a little hostile towards him, refusing to meet his green gaze as I yanked the back door open to retrieve my bag. How dare he lock me in his car. What on earth was he thinking?

“Bo. Where the hell are you going?” Harry asked.

I attempted to walk away but my wrist became imprisoned in his large hand. He tugged me, backing me up against the side of his car. My fingers were still tightly wrapped round the strap of my bag.

“Let go.”

Harry’s voice was low and I knew he was trying to stay calm. I instantly released my bag, to hear it drop to the floor, my eyes trained solely on his face. His warm body was pressed to mine, preventing me from escape. My heart was pumping fast, breath coming out in short puffs. Both my wrists were now pinned to the metal of his car as he stared down at me. His orbs dark.

I nervously peered to the right to see Dan still stood, eyes wide as he observed our interaction. I had grown used to Harry’s domineering gestures, but goodness knows how others portrayed the possessive behaviour. I quickly turned back when I heard what almost sounded like a growl from the back of Harry’s throat. His jaw was tense, grip tightening.

“You’re mine.” He deeply confirmed.

His face relaxed a little, a smirk forming on his plump lips as he glanced over to Dan. His expression was almost goading before his focus averted back to me. I was surprised when his lips forcefully came down onto mine. His hot tongue prying into my mouth, exploring. My eyes were squeezed closed as he continued to use his strength, keeping me sandwiched between his body and the vehicle.

I think Harry was aware of my reluctance towards his forceful advances, my posture not as willing as he would have liked. It was then he decided to raise my hands up, my tips brushing his curls before he released his hold. My fingers were instantly wound into his hair, fisting at the soft ringlets. I tugged on them, hard. My intention was for him to recognise my objection to his overbearing dominance , knowing full well it was for the benefit of Dan, who I assumed was still watching on. Harry was claiming his territory over me. But instead of backing away as I hoped he would, the throaty moan he emitted took me by surprise. The vibrations running through my entirety as he cupped his large hands under my thighs. It was then I remembered Harry liked it when I was rough with him, my actions completely backfiring. My body was lifted up, Harry forcing me to wrap my legs round his waist.

I couldn’t help but gasp as his full lips placed kisses along my jaw before sucking on the spot where it met my neck. My small cries of protest transformed into whimpers. Harry knew exactly what he was doing.

“Say it.” He breathlessly demanded.

I remained quiet. His torturous trail continuing down my neck. My fingers still tightly held his curls, his strong body pressing me further into the side of the car.

“Say it.” Harry’s voice a little harsher against my skin.

I knew his level of annoyance was heightening as his lips pressed forcefully to my sensitive skin. My mouth parted as his intensity increased, Harry’s actions unforgiving as he severely sucked. Teeth grazed the reddened skin. It all became too much as I forced out the words I knew he was waiting to hear.

“I-I’m yours…Harry I’m yours.” My pained voice whispered.

He instantly unattached himself before pressing a delicate kiss to my neck. My hands weakly pressed to his chest.

“Let me down.”

My feet touched the floor seconds later, pushing my hair to the side and peering at my reflection in one of the vehicle’s darkened windows. Harry had marked me. Claimed his possession over me. What upset me more was that the horrendous love bite was in exactly the same position as the one he had given me when we had first met.

I quickly scooped up my bag from the floor, ignoring Harry’s pleas. Dan was no longer stood over by the shop; I was thankful for his absence. My feet carried me across the tarmac away from Harry.


I stopped, tears in my eyes. My fingers quickly wiping away the evidence of my frantic emotions.

“Aren’t you going to come?”

I swallowed down the lump in my throat, hearing footsteps approach behind me. My bottom lip trembled slightly as I stood frozen to the spot, not quite sure of how to handle the situation. My mind was still trying to process what Harry had done. I had never been in this position before.

“I want you there…please.”

My heart was pumping, Harry’s raspy voice closer than I had expected. I jumped when he caught hold of my hand, cautiously walking round my body. He raised it up, mouth pressing a light kiss to the back. The same mouth that had abused my skin a few minutes earlier.

“Why did you do that?” I quietly asked.

His grip tightened, obviously referring to the little performance he had put on for Dan. I watched his eyes flicker to the sore mark he had inflicted onto my pale skin.

“He has to know.” Harry spoke coldly. “He can’t have you..nobody can.”

Why would he think I would allow that to happen? I had never been in a relationship before but I wasn’t ignorant to the fact you don’t go gallivanting off with some other bloke whilst you had a boyfriend. And why the hell would I want to do that anyway. I had Harry. He was all I wanted.

“Don’t you trust me?”

My voice holding more hurt than I had intended it to.

“Of course I do. It’s him and everyone else I don’t trust.”

My mouth began to dry as I stared at Harry. Dark curls were tousled on his head due to my fingers tugging at his ringlets. Unsuccessful attempts to force him to release his hold over me. His orbs had returned to a brighter shade of green, a stark contrast to the murky depths they were a short while before. His fingers still entwined with mine, lightly squeezing, aware I was still cautious to his touch.

“Bo, you’re still coming, right?” His voice a little desperate.

I peered up to Harry, his pretty eyes full of worry. No matter how hard I tried to dismiss the idea, I knew I had been slowly falling for him. The tall, curly-haired guy with an unpredictable darkness. Surely it couldn’t happen this fast. I found myself counting down the hours before I got to see him, waiting for him to call or text during the time when we were separated. My constant yearning for him was beginning to frighten me. And so was the depths he was willing to go to protect me.

I rested my forehead to his chest, arms wrapping round his waist. My head lightly nodded before he cupped my chin, tilting it back. His touch withdrew.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry almost whispered.

His words clenched at my heart. The look of fear spread over his face, alarmed that he had pushed me too far this time. But I didn’t have it in me to deny him. All I wanted was for Harry to hold me, reassure me everything was going to be fine, forget about the bloody fight. The thought made me wince.

“Yes.” I breathed.

I barely registered the touch of his plump lips to mine, the intimate gesture so delicate and soft. How could he be so overwhelmingly possessive one minute then heart-flutteringly romantic the next? My eyes remained closed as our noses rubbed. Lips continually brushed as we shared each other’s warm breath. Harry’s strong arms had encircled my waist, holding me close in the embrace.

A small kiss was left to the corner of my mouth before lips carefully trailed down my neck. I tensed as Harry’s head lightly nudged mine to the side, increasing his access. His touch soothing over the love bite he had feverously created. But our hold didn’t last much longer, Harry pulling away. The absence of his warmth sent a chill through my shaken body.


His hand was held out for me to take. The simple gesture seeming to possess so much more meaning. My orbs travelled from his anxious face to the outstretched limb. It reminded me of the night he had rescued me. I had put all my trust into him. I watched Harry gulp down the fear, the fear of me not wanting him, just as he thought his family hadn’t wanted him.

I took his hand, a small smile spreading on his face. But as he guided me over to his waiting car I soon realised what would be taking place in a matter of hours. The event I had been dreading. The fight.

From the outside, the building had looked abandoned. Harry had kept a very close hold on me as we entered, arm protectively slung round my shoulder. I was surprised by the number of people that were present; some coming up to Harry to wish him good luck, show support.

I didn’t like the surrounding inside. It was cold. The grubby white walls refusing to give off any comfort as I sat in the room Harry and his group had commandeered in the lead up to the fight. I had remained quiet on the car ride to the horrible building, my voice unable to speak any words that would be of help to Harry. I thought it best to say nothing at all rather than continue to express my worry, which I knew was beginning to wear on the beautiful curly-haired guy. I had changed out of my work clothes in the back of his car, the tinted windows providing somewhat of a shield from onlookers. Any other time Harry would have probably had a cheeky peek, but he had diverted his gaze to his phone as he waited.

I was sat on the table in the corner, legs dangling off the edge as I observed the movements round the room. A few of Harry’s friends were scattered, taking a seat on the battered sofa over by the wall. Harry had kept glancing over to me as he talked to an older man before he excused himself. My eyes studied him as he walked closer. He curiously peered at me before calling over to Tom. He was quickly by his side, flicking his gaze from Harry to myself.

“Keep an eye on her.” Harry spoke warily to Tom.

I frowned as my temporary seat became occupied by another body. I didn’t need to be babysat. Harry’s possessiveness was almost suffocating. I was eighteen for goodness sake. I jumped when someone called out the match would be starting in fifteen minutes. Harry disappeared, probably going to have a last minute pep talk, so I was left with Tom.

“He’s going to be alright, Bo.”

I turned to face him.

“H-How do you know? I can’t believe you let him do this!”

Tom didn’t have time to reply as a few more guys entered the room. Their playful banter filled the small space. I shuffled off the table, walking over to the far side. Tom’s attention diverted away from his friends to me.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To get some water.”

He nodded at me, following my movements round to the water machine. I tugged out a plastic cup, placing it under the nozzle and pulling down the small leaver. The cool liquid filled the transparent container and I turned to Tom. His eyes were still curiously on me, I gave him a weak smile, raising the water to my lips. He seemed satisfied before turning back to the guys. I stood for a few seconds making sure he was completely distracted from my presence.

My full plastic cup was left on the side, taking the opportunity to slip out the door to my right. I darted my head from side to side down the corridor. I had no idea where I was going, the layout of the building completely new to me. My mind raced before quickly deciding to take a left.

I didn’t have to walk far before I passed an open door, loud voices echoing round the room. It was him, the guy who Harry was fighting, it had to be. I didn’t knock, just strode right in. A few of the men’s faces looked a little shocked at my interruption.

“Miss, you can’t be in here.”

I ignored the irritated voice, focusing on the largely built guy in front of me. He was sat down, taking a swig of water from the bottle as he stared at me. His dark hair was closely shaved to his head, tattoos decorating his skin down one arm. But my exploration abruptly ceased as he addressed me.

“What can I do for you, Love?” He smiled.

The facial expression was far from comforting.

“Call off the fight.” I demanded.

He brushed off my request, now grinning at me. My eyes widened slightly as he got to his feet. His height was much the same as Harry’s, towering over me. But I refused to let him know he was intimidating me, despite what I had heard of his reputation with women. I stood my ground.

“And what’s your name?”

He was patronising me, speaking to me like he would a little girl. I gulped as he bent down slightly. My fright mixed with anger, he obviously didn’t take me seriously.

“Just call off the fight!” I raised my voice.

His eyebrows rose with my tone as he stared at me.

“Well, aren’t we feisty.” He teasingly spoke.

My head turned swiftly with the sound of Harry’s raspy voice. Even from down the corridor he could still be heard.

“Where the fuck is Bo!?”

Amused laughing brought my attention back to the man I was confronting.

“Are you Bo? Because I don’t think Harry is very happy with you.” He smirked. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to get ready beat the shit out of your boyfriend.” His voice holding an eerie darkness.

He was taking pleasure in my desperation. I knew, knew that he wouldn’t back down, neither would Harry. But I still clung onto that tiny shred of hope that this would all end. Harry would walk away and we could forget. But that was a wish I realised would never come true. Tears sprung in my eyes. He turned as I tried to reach out to him, gripping his wrist.

“Please..call off the fight.” I weakly pleaded.

It was then I felt a strong arm wrap round my waist from behind. My feet left the ground as I was hoisted up and removed from the room. Harry’s heavy breathing could be felt on the back of my neck. We got to about half way down the corridor before I was placed back on my feet and sharply spun round. He looked furious.

“Are you fucking crazy? Bo, I told you to stay with Tom.” He fumed. “You know what that guy has done and yet you still go and confront him. What were you thinking?”

I couldn’t reply, speechless as I dropped my head. Harry’s surprise was evident as I flung my arms round his neck, clinging to him as I cried.

“P-Please don’t do this.” I sobbed quietly into his chest, my despairing tears wetting his t shirt.

I heard him heavily sigh, wrapping me protectively within his embrace. His chin rested on the top of my head, his breathing beginning to balance out. We stood for a moment before I jumped upon someone shouting Harry’s name. He tried to encourage me to walk with him down the hall, but I only tighten my grip. My legs were knocked out from beneath me, Harry holding me to the warmth of his chest as I nuzzled my face into his neck.

He was silent as he carried me back to the room in which I had evaded Tom’s watchful eye.

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