Dark -Harry Styles Fan Fiction-

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17. Chapter 17

The car ride consisted of lingering glances, the heat of the earlier situation still yet to subside. Harry’s attention was taken away from the road as I rested my hand on his knee. His eyes hinted at lust, my touch tracing the denim of his left thigh as he shifted slightly in his seat. As we stopped at the second set of traffic lights, my hand slid a little higher. Harry’s chest was rising and falling unevenly, licking around his full lips as he desperately attempted to concentrate. I couldn’t help the small smile fall over my face, my attentive squeeze causing Harry’s breath to hitch, white converse revving at the pedal as the muscles in this thighs tensed.

“Are you trying to kill us?” His voice strained in a laugh.

I didn’t think I’d seen him quite as flustered before, pink tingling in his cheeks as I continued my heated touch. It made a refreshing change, normally I was the one having difficulty in maintaining my composure. As the lights changed from red to amber, my fingers lightly brushed his crotch. Harry’s surprise slipped from his mouth in a curse, the car jolting forward as we stalled. My laughter echoed around the inside of the vehicle, the beeping behind us signalling the annoyed motorists impatiently waiting for us to move.

Seconds passed, the car accelerating down the road.

“I think it’s best if you keep your hands to yourself while I’m driving.” Harry joked.

I laughed, nodding my head. It wasn’t long before we pulled up to the curb opposite my house. My shy gaze met Harry’s as he captured his bottom lip between his teeth.

“D-Do you want to come in?” I asked quietly.

“Yes.” He abruptly replied.

It was humorously obvious of his excitement, driven by the thought of what I was willing to do for him if my little performance in the car was anything to go by. Harry had both his and my belt off in no time, jogging round to my side and catching my hand to help me down. A strong arm was draped over my shoulder, tugging me into Harry’s side as we crossed the road. I fumbled with my keys, his warm breath fanning into the crook of my neck as he encircled me in his arms from behind.

The door slammed behind Harry as he hastily kicked off his converse. I knew my mum was probably out, but it didn’t hurt to check. My hand pressed to the sitting room door, suddenly confused as I heard chattering. My eyes widened as my friends waved enthusiastically at me from their relaxed positions on the sofa. I gave them a smile before pulling the door closed and turning to Harry. He tugged me to him, still completely oblivious to the fact the current female to male ratio had just gone up three in my favour.

“Remember when I said my friends wanted to meet you?”

Lips pressed to mine as he mumbled his confirmation against my mouth. My fingers slid beneath his beanie, pushing the hat from his soft curls.

“Well, they’re sat in the living room now.”

My words were muffled into the kiss. I warily smiled as Harry caught my shoulders pushing me back and staring at me wide-eyed.

“What?” His eyebrows rose.

“They might be on the sofas waiting.” I innocently smiled at him.

“Right now?” Harry spoke, baffled.

I nodded.

His vision flicked to the door of the living room. Seconds later Harry’s phone was revealed from his back pocket. I watched on as long fingers scrolled across the screen.

“What are you doing, phoning for backup?” I quirked.

“Not quite.”

The smirk displayed made me a little uneasy. His phone was held to his ear, eyes on me as he knowingly smiled. When the confirmed ringing was heard he quickly handed me his mobile. I looked down, slightly confused about what was going on. I cursed as I read the name.

“Phoning Jess.” Flashed on the screen.

“Harry.” I warned.

But he was already half way through the living room door before glancing around at me.

“Good luck with my sister.” He laughed.

I didn’t quite know what to do, I couldn’t cancel the call now. The sound of my friends greeting him could be heard through the small gap between the frame.

“So Harry, what do you do for a living?” Was the first question Zoe asked.

I took satisfaction in knowing my friends would grill the hell out of him. He deserved it after the situation he had just thrusted me into. A voice brought my attention to the phone I currently clasped in my right hand.

“Harry? Are you there?”

I placed the device to my ear.

“Oh um, hi, this is Bo…Harry’s girlfriend.” I stuttered.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh..MUM!”

I winced slightly, holding the phone away from the side of my head as Jess continued to call for her mother. I placed it to my left as she addressed me again.

“Hello, Bo, are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” I smiled.

“My mum’s not in, so you’ve just got me. This is so exciting; I’ve been nagging Harry for ages to meet you. I guess this isn’t really meeting you properly, but it’s the next best thing. Is he there now, so I can speak to both of you?”

“Oh no, he’s currently being interrogated by my friends.” I joked.

Jess laughed. I had remembered Harry saying how Jess was always chattering; there was never an awkward silence when you were within her presence.

“There are so many things I wanted to tell you and ask you; but now that I’ve got you my mind has gone blank.” She admitted.

“You’re exactly how Harry described you.” I smiled.

I had been informed of his sister’s excited mannerisms, even over the simplest of things.

***

The relief on Harry’s face as he saw me enter he living room was quite a picture. He was up on his feet instantly, walking over. A kiss was pressed to my cheek before he hastily moved behind me. I took notice of his dishevelled curls, an obvious visual indication of his nervousness and how he had repeatedly run his fingers through them.

An arm encircled my waist, back pressed to his front, using me as a human shield. I turned my head, placing a kiss to Harry’s neck.

“You sister told me about Spain.” I whispered.

His eyes widened, grip tightening. I stifled a laugh before glancing to my friends.

“Anyone want a drink?”

There were a few nods of heads, my fingers prying Harry’s arm from me before I walked over to the door. He was hot on my heels, pursuing me to the kitchen.

“She has no filter” He mumbled to himself.

I giggled, reaching up and retrieving a couple of glasses from the cupboard as he leant against the worktop.

“I thought it was pretty funny. Why were you swimming naked anyway?”

“It was the middle of the night and I was boiling.”

Jess and I had had a very enlightening conversation, which mainly consisted of her spilling all of Harry’s embarrassing stories. One of my favourites being their family holiday to Spain with their mum.

“I still haven’t forgiven her for stealing my trunks and towel.”

I had learnt his sister had covertly followed him down to the pool, taken Harry’s only clothing and pegged it back up to their room, leaving him with the delicate task of negotiating the trip to the seventeenth floor in the nude.

“It would have been alright if it wasn’t for the awkward lift experience.”

He groaned at the thought.

“Oh gosh, tell me.” I laughed.

“No, no way.” He shook his head rather vigorously. He nervously played with one of the buttons on his shirt before his head snapped up. “There’s a party. Next week at Hayley’s house.” Harry gushed, attempting to change the subject. “Well, I use the term house, loosely.”

“You’re going?” I smiled, pouring squash into glasses.

I witnessed him nod from the corner of my eye.

“So are you.” He paused. “Um, if you want to.”

My head turned to see him peering at me, curious eyes locking with mine.

“I’d love to.”

The grin he wore lit up his face, dimples deeply indented into his cheeks.

“Great… oh and..don’t leave me on my own with your friends again.” He cautiously added.

Harry shifted on his feet, glancing around to the door. If I didn’t know better he looked a little frightened.

“Why?” I questioned, placing the bottle to the side.

“They asked me to take my shirt off to prove I was a boxing trainer.”

“Oh my god.” I laughed.

Harry’s fingers slipped from mine as he retrieved his phone from the coffee table. I admired the side profile of his face, lips slightly pouting as he concentrated on the text that had just buzzed in arrival. A small smile graced his mouth before he turned to me.

“Do you remember, Sean?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, your arty friend.”

Harry laughed at my description.

“Well, he’s gone away for a bit and he asked if I could just check on his studio to make sure everything’s alright. Do you wanna come with?”

I nodded, smiling.

“Now?” My eyebrows raised.

“Yeah.”

“Let me get my shoes.”

I withdrew my legs from Harry’s lap and climbed off of the sofa. When I returned ready to go, he had switched off the TV and put his converse on.

“Come on.”

***

The car pulled up to curb before Harry shut the ignition off. His dimples were displayed, exiting the vehicle and jogging around to my side. My body slipped down, feet making contact with the pavement. I was free to scan the environment as Harry made sure the car was locked. I’d never been to this part of town before. Even in the dark it managed to emit a creative vibe about it. You’d be sure to find individuals hunched over note books as they transferred their imagination from their mind to paper, sitting in small cafes. There was a mix of modern and traditional architecture lining the road, tall trees along the path.

“Bo.”

I spun to find Harry stretching his arm out to me. My fingers clasped his as he encouraged me to walk by the side of him.

“Where’s Sean’s studio?”

“It’s down here.”

I was guided down a small brick path in between two buildings, my free hand brushing the left wall that displayed splashes of colour. We stopped in front of a metal door, Harry pulling keys from his back pocket. I patiently waited as the entrance was unlocked, my body staying in close proximity to Harry, having yet to find the light switch.

When the area was engulfed in brightness, I was a little surprised to just find a staircase.

“Go on up, I’ll be there in a second.”

With Harry’s instructions I ascended the stairs, my eyes widening as I reached the top. The space was far reaching, the walls plain white, with a wide, floor to ceiling window to the front of the building. Sean’s art projects were scattered around the sides containing different work stations for models, paintings, drawing.

“What do you think?”

Harry’s warmth could be felt behind me before he snaked an arm to hold my waist.

“It’s amazing.” I replied, stunned.

He breathily laughed against my neck, leaving a kiss to my cheek before leaving me to wander around. I found myself in front of a striking image of a woman, the paint brush having caught the features of her pretty face with dark colours. It made me wonder if she was a friend of Sean’s or an image he had created from memory. My thoughts drifted to Harry. I neither had the skill or the patience to paint anything. But if I did, it would be him. I’m sure the studio would be vastly stocked but I seriously doubted there was the exact colour to match his heart shaped lips. The blushing pink adorning his mouth was one of my favourite shades, that and the stunning green of his eyes.

The space in the middle of the vast room was completely empty which I thought a little strange. I glanced down upon hearing something crinkle beneath my foot, soon discovering a huge paper canvas spread across the studio floor. When I turned to bring this to Harry’s attention he was busy reading a note taped to the window.

“Harry?” I called out.

My voice echoed throughout the creative space, my feet carrying me over to investigate what was holding his attention.

“What is it?” I questioned.

He shook his head, lightly laughing.

“Sean wants to use us for a project.”

“What sort of project? Is it something to do with the paper on the floor?”

Harry nodded, placing the note to the side. I watched as he made his way over to a number of paint cans stacked on top of each other, the dried drips of colour allowing you to see what the container held.

“He wants the paper to be a massive canvas; he said to use our bodies, hands, feet…boobs.”

The slight quirk to Harry’s lips told me he was playing as he glanced down to my chest.

“He did not say that.” I deadpanned.

“No, but I don’t mind if you get them out.” Harry winked. “Might make it more fun.”

I batted his arm, Harry’s raspy laugh echoing as he set out some paint trays to pour the colours into.

“Sean says there’s a camera somewhere too, he wants us to take pictures.”

I retrieved the camera from a cupboard over in the back, placing it onto the table before I helped with setting things up, progressing to have a number of different shades to work with. The cans were placed back to their previous position before Harry removed his shoes and socks. I followed suit, rolling up the bottoms of my jeans.

“Let’s paint, Baby.” Harry grinned.

He stepped into the tray of deep blue paint. I did the same, opting for a green.

“It’s cold.” I squeaked, Harry laughing.

My eyes watched as my curly-haired guy walked out over the massive canvas spread in the vast art studio. His feet leaving a trail of navy footprints after him. He turned, intently looking at the pattern created before smiling at me. I carefully stepped out of my paint, eyes locked with Harry’s. My nose crinkled in amusement as he lifted his right hand, fingers playfully calling me forward. I accepted his challenge as I ran as fast as I could towards him. My feet leaving my own trail of green, slightly smudged prints with my speed. Harry was humorously laughing as he caught me, my body jumping up, strong arms cupping under my thighs.

We peered down as Harry spun us round.

“It’s like you’ve disappeared.” He curiously stated.

He was right, my footprints leaving the canvas as Harry carried me over to some different colours. I slid down his body, bending and placing his hands in the black paint. The smirk displayed on his face put me a little on edge as Harry returned to his towering height.

“No, no, no.” I pleaded.

But it was too late. With a flick of his long fingers my top was splattered with dark splodges. Mouth agape, a peered down at the mess Harry had created on my clothing.

“Oops, I think you’re going to have to take it off.”

The smug look on his face quickly disappeared as I strolled towards him, yellow covering my palms before I pressed them flat to his chest. The colour contrasting to the white of his t shirt. I had just enough time to step into the orange before making my escape across our slow development of art. My hasty departure was documented, Harry’s feet leaving a trail behind him as he ran to catch up.

I turned upon reaching the corner of the paper, stepping towards Harry. My giggle escaped as he offered me a blackened hand, my fingers slipping into his. I was effortlessly tugged towards him, body bumping into his before my arm was raised above my head for Harry to twirl me round. I felt as though I should have been wearing a pretty dress, our movements appropriate for a couple dancing.

I caught Harry’s eye, mouth ends curling up as I grabbed his forearm. The yellow paint from my palm smeared onto his skin as I rose up on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek. My fingers tugged lightly at the hem to his t shirt.

“Take it off.” I whispered.

A rumble vibrated through Harry’s chest as he laughed.

“Only if you take yours off.” He teased.

I shyly nodded, watching on as the white material was slowly removed from Harry’s long torso. My head tilted to the side in appreciation, my gaze admiring the way his muscles tensed, the fabric seductively peeling off. I had no control, my body gravitating towards his warmth, Harry’s frame towering over me. A breath was released from his parted lips as I swiped my thumb over his hardened nipple.

“Your turn.” He spoke.

My body retreated as Harry reached for me, the soles of our feet recording our movement. His expression was humoured as he attempted a second time, my reflexes not quite quick enough to evade Harry’s touch. Teasing bites were left to my neck as he playfully growled. My palms pressed to his strong chest, shrieking in laughter as we tumbled to the floor. I sat up astride his waist before gasping in surprise, Harry rolling us over. I ached to run my fingers through his soft curls but was unable to, my wrists becoming trapped above my head in Harry’s vast palms.

“You’re not getting away that easy.” He seductively whispered.

***

Not an hour had passed and our canvas was showered in prints in a range of different colours and sizes. Kisses were touches were shared, my t shirt suffering the same fate as Harry’s, left abandoned to the side. His colourful skin was warm against my own, our playful wrestling often ended with my body trapped beneath his. However, I was able to on one occasion, pin him down and streak black horizontal lines across his cheeks. I joked, telling him he reminded me of an American football player, to which he laughed and tickled at my sides.

I removed myself, shimming out of Harry’s touch and walking over to the table which held the camera. My hands were wiped on my ruined jeans, trying to rid myself of paint before picking it up and wandering back over the floor canvas. The device was simple and modern which I was thankful for, technology not being one of my strongest skills.

Harry was grinning up at me as he sprawled out on his back, splashes of colour flicked across his tanned skin. Smudges of paint adorned his torso, many of them inflicted by myself, the patterns trickling down his muscled arms. Adorable dimples popped as I aimed the shot and pressed the button down.

“Bo, come here.”

I was encouraged back down to the floor, Harry’s fingers grasping the camera and pointing at me. I giggled, covering my eyes with my hand before he removed the obstruction. Full lips pressed to my cheek before the flash lit up, illuminating our playful gestures. By the time we were done, the camera’s memory contained any number of photos, some documenting cheeky, stolen kisses, others captured individual, paint-covered shots. I blushed at a few of the images, but Harry refused to let me delete them.

Harry was once more laid spread out on his back across the vast expanse of our colourful canvas. I climbed on top of him, knees either side of his waist. My fingers dipped into the red paint, witnessing his lashes flutter, eyes closing as I made contact with his bare skin. He released a deep sigh allowing me use his body as I pleased, completely at my mercy.

Fingertips drew the shape high, in the middle of his chest before using more rosy paint to fill it in. Once I had finished I drew back admiring my work. The heart made me smile and as Harry realised what I had drawn a grin commandeered his stunning features. Curly hair laid messily over his head.

“Shouldn’t it be over this side?” His fingers touched over the left side of his chest.

I shook my head smiling, lightly guiding him away.

“You heart is in the middle of your chest, it’s just the left side is bigger.”

He gripped my hands, tugging me down to him, our noses touching as he rubbed mine to his to have me giggling.

“I guess you’re the left half of my heart then.” Harry whispered.

Mine fluttered within my chest, my mouth desperately pressing a forceful kiss to the soft pink of his lips. My waves which contained splashes of colour, curtained around us, concealing the increasingly passionate action. A small giggle released in a breath between us as Harry’s fingers traced the shape of my bare side. My head turned away slightly, breaking our contact before he grunted in annoyance, cupping my chin and continuing the heated movement of seductive lips.

“Bo.” Harry questioned.

I pecked his pink mouth one last time. Harry’s eyebrows drew together in a frown as he intently watched me shuffle down the length of his body. I pressed a kiss to the small trail of hair that disappeared into the boxers that were visible above his jeans. My nose ran along the band of his underwear as my fingers fumbled with his belt. I pried it open, popping the button. Harry didn’t seem to care about the paint that was currently staining his clothes, my hands wiping the last remnants of colour from my touch on his jeans before tugging them open. With his help I was able to pull them down a little. I had a feeling my curly-haired lover knew exactly what I was doing, giving me a small smile to reassure my nervous gaze.

I gently caught hold of the band to his boxers, stretching it away from his warm skin before cautiously slipping my colour free fingers in. I watched his full lips part, hooded eyes locked on mine. My touch gently curled around his penis, releasing it from the tight fabric confines. The green of Harry’s pretty eyes was hidden from my view, body tensing. His underwear bunched up underneath before I hooked the elastic on his smooth hips, shimming them down a little further.

A small gasp escaped my lips as I witnessed the twitch of increasingly hard length resting on Harry’s naked, toned stomach muscles. My fingertips carefully traced up and down, coaxing soft sounds from the heart shape of Harry’s pink lips as he allowed me to express my curiosity. I watched in awe as blood rushed to his crotch, twitching again as I lightly teased the base with the tip of my warm tongue. The length becoming thicker, harder, heavier. My thumb slowly brushed over the head, Harry’s hips shifting.

My mind quickly drew back to my limited knowledge of what Harry desired, how he liked to be touched. I cupped his balls in my palm, squeezing gentling as I went in search of the sensitive spot I recalled from last time. Seconds later, a throaty groan was released above me. It brought a smile to my lips, carefully digging my fingers into the area again. My other hand was occupied in providing light touches to the pink head of Harry’s throbbing erection. I had never seen him so restless, unable to string together a coherent sentence. His hands were curled up in tight fists by his sides. It startled me as Harry’s rough, laboured voice rang around the empty studio.

“Don’t tease me.” He harshly spoke.

If he’d have spoken to me that way when we had first met I would have been petrified, his tone threatening. But gazing at him now, sprawled out and at my mercy; the sight brought a smile to my lips. I was in control. I liked it.

“Bo.”

He was desperate. Raising his hips slightly. I let go of him, my palms pressing to his v lines and forcefully pushing him back down to the floor. Harry looked angry, his jaw tensing in frustration as I denied him. He shifted under me, my touch catching his wrist before he could take matters in his own hands. A spark of excitement rushed through me at the thought of witnessing Harry pleasure himself. I couldn’t deny that there was a small part of me that desired to leave him to it, watch as he coaxed at his own messy orgasm. But I wouldn’t let him.

“Behave.” I scolded.

He brought his weight onto his elbows, propping himself up. Harry’s eyes grew darker, swimming in seductive lust as he tilted his head to the side and shamelessly grazed my entire body with his penetrating vision. The small smirk spreading on his mouth displayed his sudden mood change, biting at his lower lip before licking around with his tongue. Harry’s chest was harshly rising and falling as he remained quiet.

“Good boy.”

My praise made him grin. He knew I was using his words against him. My knees were placed either side of his left leg as I lowered down for my head to become level with his hips. I positioned my palms either side on the soft skin of his cutting v lines, watching the muscles tense as I puffed out warm air onto the area I had exposed. My eyes took one last anxious glance up to Harry who was impatiently waiting before swiping a bold stripe up the length of his erection with my tongue.

I gave Harry no time to accommodate, taking him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking. Harry’s strangled cry was accompanied by breathy pants. A shaky hand travelled down to brush my hair to one side, allowing him to witness the pink of my lips stretched around him. Hips involuntarily bucked, stimulated by the image. I accepted the curse word that slipped from his mouth as an apology, his clammy hand touching over mine that rested on his hip. Harry entwined our fingers, squeezing every now and then, giving me the confidence to continue. But I felt his thigh tense beneath me as I guided his touch to my hair, allowing him to tangle his fingers between my waves. He seemed a little apprehensive, my eyes locking with his.

“It’s alright.” I spoke quietly.

I wanted to show he need not be so delicate with me all the time. But I was appreciative of the fact Harry knew not to be too rough following our previous discussion not too long ago. His length withdrew completely from the warmth of my mouth, my tongue licking multiple times over the pink of his head. It caught me off guard when his deep, strained chuckle rang out.

“It’s not a lolly.”

My giggle followed, cutting his amusement short as I engulfed him once again. The palm of my left hand pressed to his lower abdomen, muscles clenching becoming taut. His hand gently pushed me further down, Harry's taste overwhelming my senses. The erotic nature of our positions was beginning to heat my core. My lips popped Harry from my mouth, his whimper echoing as I ground my crotch down onto his thigh. I think he was a little surprised, groaning in encouragement as I used Harry’s body for my own pleasure, relieving my pent up frustrations. His tip entered the wet warmth he desperately craved, struggling to breathe as he lifted his thigh a little higher, displaying his desire for me to continue the actions of my hips.

Harry dropped flat to his back, swearing in pants. I winced as fingers tightened in my hair, a result of my attempt to take him a little deeper. I responded by raking my nails across his stomach, sure to leave a few raised red stripes. A pained moan vibrated as Harry desperately tugged at my hair, forcing me to draw back.

“Bo, I’m gunna come.” Harry throatily spoke.

His tone was hard and laboured, my small hand replacing my mouth as I pumped his throbbing length. My left hand encouraged Harry to release my hair entwined in his long fingers, knowing he would try and prevent me from what I desired to experience. Once free, my mouth engulfed him. I brushed his hand away as he attempted to stop me. I wanted to taste Harry properly, and by the astonishment erupting through the darkness in his eyes, it was clear he realised my intention.

“Fuck.”

A large hand desperately travelled down to hold mine as his hips rose involuntarily. My eyes squeezed closed, Harry breathily calling my name as he released his orgasm in hot spurts into my mouth. I struggled to swallow, allowing Harry to ride out his peak, warmth trickling down my throat. It tasted how I remembered, salty like the first time I’d taken droplets from the tips of Harry’s fingers onto my tongue. He slipped from my mouth, the length resting back on his stomach as I rubbed small circles into the underside of the head. The slow ooze signified he was spent; dripping onto his tight abdominal muscles as Harry chest harshly rose and fell.

“Bo.”

I ignored Harry’s plea. My tongue flicked out to lick up the remnants of white substance on his stomach, attempting to clean him up. He desperately grabbed my hand using it as leverage to pull slightly and catch hold of my forearm. I was effortlessly tugged up Harry’s body. He lightly laughed, shaking his head. The pad of his thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, collecting some of Harry’s warm release. I willingly took it past my lips, sucking. He stared at me almost in awe.

“Oh my god.” He expressed quietly.

“You liked it?”

“I think that’s an understatement.”

He smiled, tongue collecting the remaining droplets from the pink of my lips before sharing a passionate kiss. My fingers brushed back a few damp curls from his forehead, teasing out the dried paint. Harry’s soft touch traced down my spine, my body weight resting on top of him until he grasped my hips, rolling me off. The paint from his fingers was wiped on the fabric of his t shirt. I watched on to his side, cheeks blushing as Harry readjusted, pulling the front of his boxers up to cover his exposed expanse. A giggle escaped as Harry wiggled his hips, lifting his backside slightly up from the floor to tug up his tight jeans. Long fingers found the zip, buttoning up and pulling his belt closed.

Part of me didn’t really want him to cover up. Harry’s naked body was beautiful, tanned and muscled. I had never seen anything quite as stunning as the angel like figure who I had whimpering in pleasure beneath me a few minutes prior.

“That was fun.” I whispered.

His raspy laugh made me smile, body rolling to hover over me slightly. Harry’s touch ran up my forearm, amusement dropping a little.

“Are you cold?”

I had forgotten where we were for a few minutes, the vast studio wasn’t exactly warm and we were both topless with the exception of my bra.

“I’m fine.”

The small crease between his eyebrows informed me Harry wasn’t convinced, getting to his feet before holding large hand out. I accepted the gesture as he tugged me to stand gazing up at him. A smile was pressed to my cheek in a sweet kiss.

“Let’s get tidied up.”

***

I stared at our canvas, taking notice of how Harry’s prints were more expansive than mine. The shapes dwarfing my own as we had placed our palms together. My eyes followed a path of painted footprints, one of my failed escape attempts that ended with Harry lifting me over his shoulder.

My body sharply turned upon hearing the door to the studio slam closed. I couldn’t seem to cease the thumping of my heart, the sound transporting me back to earlier in the day and the frightening figure who had somehow discovered where I worked. My body stumbled back, wrapping my arms around my exposed skin. I would stand absolutely no chance against him. Despite Harry’s victory in the ring, the intimidating man had left my boyfriend battered and bruised. The image of his horrible face smirking at me filled the swirling mess in my head. Fear engulfed my entirety as a male frame ascended the stairs.

“Bo?”

My heart was still pounded as Harry approached me, clothes in his arms.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I-I’m fine.”

I felt silly for assuming it was someone else, of course it was Harry. He had left minutes before to attempt to find some clean clothes in his car. It was the result of a disagreement, Harry not comfortable with the idea of a possible colour change to the interior upholstery of his vehicle if we remained in our current attire.

The paint splattered t shirt Harry wore was hauled over his head. I couldn’t help but laugh, my mood instantly lightening as I noticed the black stripes on his cheeks still present. His amused gaze turned to me as his jeans were shoved down.

“Come on, strip off.”

His playful tone was clear as joggers were pulled up to his hips, partly covering the palm prints I had left to his skin. I wiggled, tugging my jeans off, stumbling slightly before regaining my balance. Harry was already dressed as I peered at him. I bent down to search for something clean to put on. My fingers caught hold of a pair of my shorts I had left around Harry’s. I shimmied them up my legs as Harry hunted for a hoody for me to wear. My fingers curiously picked up a dark navy hat hidden between the clothes.

“Uh, uh, that’s mine.” Harry spoke playfully.

The snapback was taken from my fingers. I intently watched as Harry’s messy ringlets were swept away from his forehead, the brim of the hat to the back of his head. I hadn’t thought it possible for him to look any more attractive, but Harry had a habit of proving me wrong.

“You look hot.” I blurted out.

He laughed at my sudden compliment, my cheeks tingling with pink. A small kiss was pecked to my nose.

“Thanks, Baby. You don’t look too bad yourself.” Harry winked, eyes teasingly trailing over my body.

In that moment it dawned on me, I was still currently without a top. My vision strayed to the floor, until a grey hoody was held up for me.

“Here.” He spoke.

I was aided in dressing my top half, the loose material pulled around my body. Long fingers tackled the zip before it was tugged up. I rolled my eyes as Harry seemed to change his mind, cheekily exposing more of my chest to his sparkling eyes. My hand swatted his away as he chuckled, I readjusted, closing the zip up right to the top. I inhaled the familiar smell of Harry that lingered on the clothing, feeling safe and warm. Harry’s hoody was far too big, my fingers rolled up the sleeves, believing I must have appeared smaller than usual as the hem fell to mid-thigh.

“It’s raining.” He commented.

I stood as he lifted the hood up, my messy hair falling out and over my shoulders. Green eyes scanned my face as I shyly smiled. Harry reached forward, thumb gently brushing my cheek.

“You’re so cute.”

“So are you.” I poked his left dimple.

I could hear him laughing, bending down and retrieving the paint stained clothes. His converse were already on before I had a chance to pull on my DMs. But I was a little surprised when Harry took them from my grasp. His raspy voice sounded as I peered at him confused.

“I need you to carry these.” He handed me the clothes, my arms holding the pile to my chest. “Then I’ll carry you.”

Harry’s keys were placed in the pocket of the hoody I was wearing before hoisting me up and carrying me bridal style over to the stairs. There was no need for me to hold our clothes, the fabrics resting on my stomach as I wrapped an arm around his neck. Harry’s strength always astounded me; he didn’t seem to struggle with anything. A fact that I was acutely aware of every time he spontaneously picked me up.

Once we had negotiated the stairs, Harry walked us over to the light switch, my fingers reaching out and turning it off. My palm pressed to the metal door, my arm not retaining the forceful push it needed. I withdrew my touch as Harry gave me a light squeeze, kicking the barrier open with his foot. My eyes widened as he knowingly grinned at me.

Large spot of rain showered down on us, chilling my uncovered expanse of leg. I was thankful for Harry’s body heat and the hood of his clothing. My fingers fumbled for the keys that had been strategically placed in my pocket, mumbling in annoyance at the seemingly uncompromising door, which refused to fully close.

“Baby, I’m getting a bit wet here, could we hurry this along?” Harry suggested.

I knew the spots of water would be soaking through his thin t shirt. My mind hopelessly wandered off with the image of Harry dripping wet and shirtless; soon shaking the sinful picture from my head as I gripped his nape a little tighter.

“Hang on.” I spoke, leaning forward away from his comfort.

Curses slipped from my mouth as I failed to push the heavy door back into place.

“Bo.”

I jumped as Harry’s right knee came into contact with the door, resolving the stiffness that wouldn’t allow me to lock it. My grip had tightened around the back of his neck in surprise.

“Oh, thanks.” I stuttered.

“No problem.”

The sound of the lock bolting across signalled the art studio was secure; Harry then taking us down the narrow path to the pavement running alongside the main road. I observed him, beautiful face dotted with water droplets. Dimples indented as I joined up the spots of rain on his cheeks with the tip of my index.

Minutes later we were stood to the side of Harry’s large vehicle. My fingers once again fiddled with the keys I was temporarily in charge of, unlocking the car with a click of a button. The passenger door was opened, my body carefully placed onto the front seat as I organised the paint splashed clothes. Harry received my thanks, placing my DMs on the floor in the foot well.

As he took up the place beside me in the front of the car my smile appeared again. The black streaks I had brandished Harry’s cheekbones with were smudged with rain drops. I couldn’t help but admire how even when he was messy and wet, Harry was still the most breath taking male I had ever laid eyes on. Everything about him was captivating, stunning eyes, full pouted lips and the endearing habit he had of slipping his tongue out and wetting them. But it wasn’t all about his appealing physical aesthetics, something many women had hardly looked passed. It was the darkness within him and how quickly it could transform into the playful, caring side that I loved. There was still something unpredictable about the male who was currently kissing at the back of my hand. But I was willing to accept that to keep Harry in my life.

“I think we should get some body paint.” Harry interrupted my thoughts. Long fingers playing with the zip of the hoody adorning my torso, tugging at it slightly to reveal a little more warm flesh. “Maybe the chocolate flavour…then I could lick it off your naked body.” His voice lowering considerably.

“Harry.” I blushed, swatting his arm.

Dan and I had been left in charge to lock the shop up as Steve was away visiting family. My fingers routinely flicked through albums, placing them back in alphabetical order. It was a task I had grown familiar to after customers made snap decisions and placed cases back in the improper places. The shop floor was empty, Dan checking and sorting orders out in the back room.

When the sound of the shop door echoed I didn’t take much notice, picking out another album to move. Strands of hair were tucked back, clearing my vision.

“Sorry, we’re closed!” I called out behind me.

I scuffed a little further along the aisle, searching for the “T” section. But my ears quickly came to distinguish the pounding of heavy footsteps over the base of the song currently playing. A strange feeling floated throughout my body. It was an odd sensation, something telling me whoever it was had no intention of leaving.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

I tensed. The greeting normally brought a tingling to my entirety, with the raspy words being spoken from the mouth of a curly haired male. My bottom lip trembled as my stomach dropped. The clatter of plastic made me jump, the album I had held falling to the ground by my feet. My hand shakily rose to my mouth, attempting to conceal the petrified breath escaping my body in sobs. I could sense the heat emitting from the figure standing behind me.

It wasn’t Harry.

When I remained stationary, my wrist was painfully gripped before my body harshly spun. My fears were confirmed as I stared up at the man who Harry had defeated in the boxing ring. I had no chance. I could tell he used his menacing frame to his advantage, intimidation was his aim as he stood uncomfortably close to me. The dark ink swirling on his arm was the distinctive feature that had caught my attention earlier on in the week. I had absolutely no desire to be alone with this man. All I wanted was Harry.

“Aren’t you pleased to see me, Bo?” Scott smiled.

The curve of his lips held a sinister edge, evoking a chill across the surface of my skin in goose bumps.

“Fuck off.” I spat, yanking my arm back.

Scott deeply laughed at my feeble threat.

“There’s that feisty spark.” He taunted.

Brown eyes flashed down to my chest. Disgust flooded me, believing he was staring at the skin exposed by my low cut top; but it surprised me when his fingers reached for the chain around my neck. My fearful vision scanned over to the door, an escape that seemed to gradually be becoming an impossibility.

Harry was under ten minutes away. If I ran, I could get there in five.

“This his?” Scott enquired with a tilt to his head.

His question snapped my attention back to the looming male. My smaller hand protectively snatched the pendant from his clammy ones, tucking it safely into my top. He seemed to find the action amusing.

“Maybe I could give it back to Harry…something to remember you by, hmm?” His voice deepened as he spoke the last words.

I stepped back in terror, my body bumping into a display. My heart was thumping, pulse racing as my mind worked in overdrive. Scott was going to kill me. I quickly realised the location had been planned, knowing it would destroy Harry to be so close but know nothing of the sinister events taking place just a couple of roads over. I’m sure Scott knew our arrangements; maybe he would prolong this torture until Harry came to pick me up from work. He wanted to end my life in front of the boy I loved.

Scott’s smile was sickening, he was enjoying this, taking pleasure in the fear he was evoking. My jumbled thoughts turned to Hayley. How could anyone even consider being in a relationship with the awful man currently pinning me with his gaze. Scott’s arm jutted out as I attempted to make a run for it. The length of my dark waves became tightly wrapped around his hand, harshly tugging it back to force a strangled cry from my mouth. The action was agonising, my vulnerability becoming even more of a disadvantage.

“Scream for me, Baby.” Scott darkly spoke, a smirk crossing his lips. “I want Harry to know you screamed out for him…you wanted him to save you.”

Tears were slipping down my cheeks, my hands gripping on to his wrist as he forcefully pressed my back to his chest. My hair was used as leverage, tilting my head to the side as his dipped down.

“Be a good girl. I want to hear you scream out for him.” Scott encouragingly whispered.

I had no intention of complying to his demands. The power Scott craved was granted to him through fear and intimidation. I would not be his next victim. Instead I gritted my teeth, stomping my foot mercilessly on top of his. He grunted in annoyance as I struggled free, sacrificing the strands of hair left between his fingers as I painfully pulled away. My scalp prickled with the action. The taunting smirk made an appearance once again, Scott apparently liking the situation panning out. Maybe he wanted a fight.

“This is going to be fun. But let’s say we mess up that pretty little face of yours first, eh?”

In that moment a wave of resistance pulsed though me. I was fed up with constantly being made to feel physically powerless in the male dominated world I had become a part of. My arms quickly rose in defence, just as Harry had taught me, shielding my face. Scott’s shock mirrored mine as I managed to weakly block against the fist that would have knocked me flat out. I staggered back but didn’t fall. My forearms throbbed with the fierce contact but my action was enough of a distraction for me to inflict some damage. My feet stayed planted to the floor, Scott’s daunting frame stalking closer. The instant he came within touching distance the heel of my palm roughly forced upward to his face, catching his nose at an odd angle. My eyes widened as I withdrew my defensive posture, blood was pouring from both nostrils, Scott’s scarlet blood dripping down the inside of my wrist.

“You little bitch!” He aggressively spat.

I screamed as the back of his hand lashed out across my face with enough force to knock me to the floor. Large black boots flickered into my vision. I hastily removed myself from the vulnerable position, avoiding the kick that was intended for my stomach. I didn’t waste time in scrabbling up, ignoring the stinging of my lip and climbing onto the cash desk. My body clumsily collapsed the other side of the tills, picking up an old vinyl that lay unwanted without its sleeve. I panicked as my pursuer angrily moved towards me, my arm drawing back and flinging the object. I hadn’t aimed for his face, so I was a little surprised when I just clipped his right eyebrow. The gash was substantial, blood trickling down. Scott spat out a curse.

My plan was to escape out the back and run to Harry. Even if I couldn’t find him, I was sure to be safe in the presence of his friends who worked with him at the gym. But before I could make a dash for it my arm was roughly yanked, my hip colliding with the counter between Scott and myself. He was a complete mess, tilting his head to the side to spit out the blood that had infiltrated his mouth from his nose. My lip was throbbing, arms already bruised but I was in much better shape than him.

“Bo!”

My head snapped around to find Dan rushing through the back door wide eyed. I had forgotten Scott and I weren’t entirely alone. I could see Dan desperately assessing the situation, vision darting from my petrified face to the hand gripping my forearm. Seconds passed in a blur as the painful touch was released, Dan tugging me behind him as he shouted.

“Get the fuck out!”

I felt disorientated, peering around the masculine shield in front of me to see Scott wiping the blood from under his nose with the back of his hand. His gaze was swarming in anger, annoyance that someone had interrupted his murderous plan. My breath caught in my throat as he held my vision captive.

“You better keep your mouth shut.” Scott spoke through gritted teeth. “Or I’ll kill your boyfriend as well.”

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