Dark -Harry Styles Fan Fiction-

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3. Chapter 3

Next day.

“You have got to be kidding.” Zoe spoke disbelievingly.

“I wish I was.”

My head sunk down into my hands, a deep sigh falling out of my mouth. When I raised my head the other two girls were staring at me. Lucy slowly spun round on my desk chair, her face gave off the impression she was deep in thought.

“Well, what are you going to do?” Zoe asked.

She was sat beside me at the top of my bed, our backs leaning against the headboard.

“There’s not much I can do, he knows where I live.”

My bedroom door flung open to reveal a panting Charlotte. She bent down undoing her laces before slipping her shoes off. Her hands pushed her hair back from her face, attempting to tame the wild locks.

“Sorry I’m late, what did I miss?”

She dropped her bag to the floor before climbing onto the bed and crossing her legs. She looked at me expectantly but Lucy cut in.

“Bo is being stalked by an extremely attractive but scary guy, who followed her home, saw her in her underwear then turned up in her kitchen the next morning and he's now like best friends with her Mum.” Lucy’s words poured from her mouth.

Charlotte’s eyes grew wide. Her head turning from face to face.

“Oh and she’s going on a date with him tonight.” Lucy finished.


Her head shook trying to take everything in. There was silence for a few seconds.

“Harry followed you home? I knew we should have stayed with you that night!” Charlotte threw her arms up.

“Can’t you just tell him no?” Zoe asked.

“But he knows where I live now, and my Mum thinks he’s the best thing ever. You should have heard her yesterday, she was so happy. And besides, we all know about his reputation, I don’t want anyone I care about to get hurt.”

Lucy planted her feet the floor at my words, ceasing her nervous spinning.

“Well, what about you getting hurt?” She spoke quietly.

I placed my hand over my eyes, wishing I had never met Harry. This couldn’t possibly get any worse. My mind wandered, I still had no idea where he was even taking me on our “date”. I used the term “date” loosely as I had no desire to spend an evening with him, knowing full well it was probably just an opportunity for him to feel me up. I leaned into Zoe’s shoulder as she wrapped her arms round me.

“It’s going to be alright.” She tried to reassure me.

But something in her tone made me think she wasn’t convinced by her own words.


I scrolled through Tumblr on my laptop, lying on my front with my ankles cross in the air. A wave of anxiety swept through my body as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It wouldn’t be long until the torture of seeing Harry would begin. My fingers eased through my hair which was still a little damp from the shower.

“Bo?” My Mum called through the door.

“Come in.”

She pushed the door open, her smile fading when she saw me sprawled out on the bed.

“Why aren’t you dressed? Harry’s going to be here soon.”

I felt like rolling my eyes, if only she knew what he was really like. She started to walk over to my wardrobe, but I quickly stopped her. I scrabbled off the bed, stepping in front of her.

“Mum, I can do it.” I huffed.

“Don’t be too long.”

Once she had closed my bedroom door behind her I fell back onto my bed. I cursed quietly under my breath. My head turned sharply, my phone buzzing beside me. I picked it up and opened the text.

From: Harry

I’m taking you out for dinner. Wear something sexy. H x

I didn’t reply, throwing the phone onto my duvet as I opened my drawers. I tugged out a top, deeming it more pretty than sexy. My hands went to the hem of my t shirt but I stopped myself before removing it. Glancing over to the window, my hands yanked the curtains shut. I quickly undressed, chucking my clothing to the floor before hopping round and pulling up my skinny jeans.

My long hair fell round my shoulders as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had applied some make up, my eyelashes looking longer and darker. The clear lip gloss was dabbed over my lips and I swept a small amount of blusher over my cheeks. I took in a deep breath which puffed out in a sigh.


I jumped as I heard my phone vibrate again. I forced down the lump in my throat as my fingers clasped round it. To my relief it was a text from Lucy.

From: Lucy

Be careful, the girls and I are thinking of you. Xx

A small smile spread across my face knowing that they were there for me. I placed the phone in my bag along with my keys and other essentials. My eyes darted over to the clock. Harry would be here in about 10 minutes, I felt like my heart was in my mouth. I hated it. It was like waiting to take an exam on sitting in the doctor’s office knowing you had to have an injection.

My ears perked up upon hearing a car pull up outside. I stumbled to the window, peeking out from behind the curtain. Harry stepped down from the large vehicle before slamming the door behind him. I grabbed my jacket from the wardrobe, not bothering to pick up the hanger that dropped to the floor. Pulling on my shoes I yanked the door open to my bedroom. The sooner this is over, the better.

“Bo! Harry’s here.”

“Alright!” I snapped.

I didn’t mean to be so harsh, but the whole situation was really getting to me. Reluctantly, I descended the stairs to find my Mum stood in the living room doorway waiting for me.

“You look lovely.” She smiled.

“Thanks Mum.”

Both out heads twisted to where the knocking was coming from. She gave me a kiss on the cheek before gently nudging me to the front door. I turned my head just in time to see her disappear, leaving me alone in the hallway. I drew in a deep breath, trying to prepare myself. It wasn’t much use though; I don’t think any amount of preparation would have helped me. My trembling hand caught hold of the handle. I opened the door to reveal a tall figure, a dimpled smile spread across his face.

“Hello, Beautiful.”

“Hello, Beautiful.”

When I didn’t move Harry grabbed my forearm and leaned down to kiss me. I hastily turned my head to the side, his full lips making contact with my cheek instead of his intended target. He pulled away, a smile tugging at his lips. His eyes burnt into mine until my head dropped, my fingers fiddling with the strap of my bag.

“Come on.”

I reluctantly stepped outside, turning to close the front door and lock it. I had only just placed the keys in my bag when Harry’s fingers entwined with mine. His large hand was warm, if I didn’t feel so threatened by him; the touch would have comforted me. We crossed the road to where the intimidating black vehicle was parked. The passenger door was yanked open and Harry peered down at me expectantly.

“Hop in, Love.”

I complied, my breath trembling out as he slammed the door behind me. My head turned looking around the interior of the car. It was surprisingly clean for a guy. I watched as he jogged round the front to the driver’s side. His tall frame easily climbing into the vehicle before he abruptly shut the door. It frightened me that I was now alone with him.

“Don’t look so nervous, Bo.” Harry smirked.

His green orbs lingered on me for a few seconds before he reached round for his seatbelt, strapping himself in. I did the same, my eyes landing back on Harry as he swiftly turned on the ignition and shifted the car into reverse. He grinned at me, winking before pulling out of the space and onto the road.

I noticed his blazer sleeves were pushed up his strong forearms as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. He swept some curls from his face, clearing his vision to see the cars speeding past on the junction. I found myself staring at his face until his lips curved up into a smile and I knew I’d been caught. My head dipped down to pick at my finger nails as a blush crept up onto my cheeks.

“How old are you?” I asked quietly.

I glanced up at his face. He turned to me for a second before looking back out the windscreen.



The rest of the ride was pretty quiet, I spent the time looking out my window. The sun was slowly fading in the sky as we pulled into a car park. I jumped back into the seat as Harry placed his hand on my knee, but I stopped him before he could move it any higher. He deeply chuckled, then withdrew his touch.

“We’re here.”

I unbuckled my seatbelt, and reached for the handle. My eyes widened when I realised it was locked. I had to wait for Harry to open my door from the outside. I shivered a little at the thought of being locked in with him. I couldn’t help but shy away from his touch as he helped me down from the car. A reaction which didn’t go unnoticed by Harry.

I tugged my jacket tighter to my body as the wind whipped round. I was pulled under one of Harry’s strong arms as he guided me to the path. I took in a deep breath, the smell of the sea filling my senses. We turned a corner and I realised we were at the harbour. My eyes flicked from one boat to another, all of them moored up to the dock.

We continued to walk along the promenade; a railing being the only barrier separately us from the deep water. We stopped outside a restaurant, Harry removing his arm from my shoulder and roughing spinning me round to face him. I gasped as his long fingers pushed my hair away from my neck. His mouth held a smirk, his tips brushing over the fading mark that was still visible on my neck.

“Mmm, maybe I should give you another one, just to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” His raspy voice whispered.


I began to back away but he caught my wrist before tugging me into him.

“Maybe later.” He smiled.


Harry gave his name to the man at the front of the restaurant before we were led to a table towards the back. I had a horrible feeling Harry had asked to be placed here, so we were more hidden. I sat opposite him at the small table, shrugging off my jacket and placing it over the back of the chair. The waitress handed us our menus before taking our drink orders and hurrying off.

Harry scanned over the list of meals on offer, not looking up as I bent down to my bag and pulled out my phone. I held the menu up in front of me, hiding myself as I opened the text.

From: Zoe

How is it going? Are you alright? Xx

I was about the reply when my shield was pulled down to the table. I quickly shoved my phone into my bag before looking up to meet Harry’s dark gaze. He decided not mention my phone and asked me what I wanted instead.

“I’m not hungry.” I bluntly replied.

“Pick or I’ll pick for you.” His tone holding a hint of annoyance.

I stayed silent as he called the waitress over. Her ponytail swayed as she rushed to our table quickly scribbling down our order.

“Can I get you anything else?” She asked politely.

Her eyes hesitantly landing on Harry’s before quickly diverting to mine. I could tell she felt on edge around him. She gave me a sympathetic look, almost as if she knew I was here against my will.

“No thank you.” I smiled.

Then we were left alone. Harry tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes locking onto my face.

“Do I frighten you?”

I was about to say that it was a pretty stupid question, but I stopped myself. I didn’t really want to tell him he scared the crap out of me. I’m sure he would have used the information to his already strong advantage. Although I don’t see how he couldn’t have realised the intimidating effect he had on me.

My silence was all the confirmation he needed. He showed off his dimples as he smiled at me. Harry’s hand was about to reach towards me when the waitress came back with our drinks. I thanked her for the water, mentally praising her for interrupting us. All too soon she had walked away and I was left alone with Harry again. I felt uncomfortable as his eyes rested on my face.

“Has anyone ever touched you before?”

“W-what?” I replied in confusion.

He didn’t say anything, but I gasped upon feeling his hand on my knee under the square table. He chuckled at my reaction before swiftly getting up. It surprised me when he pushed his chair round to sit on the side of the table to the right of me. His hand immediately went back to its previous position. My breath hitched in my throat as his touch slid slowly up my thigh, my body was frozen. Harry intently watched as my chest sharply rose up and down. I thanked god I didn’t decide to wear a dress, who knows where his hands could have reached. When his fingers skimmed my crotch I abruptly shot up. My chair screeched against the floor as I pushed it back.

“I-I need to pee.” I gushed.

I heard him deeply laugh as I quickly walked towards the toilets. I didn’t have time to pick up my bag, I just wanted to get away.

“Don’t be too long.” Harry called behind me.

My hands tightly gripped the sink, leaning my weight on it as I tried to control my breathing. I raised my head up to the mirror attempting to calm myself down. I couldn’t believe how forward Harry’s actions were. It’s like he didn’t care if anyone saw. I patted my pockets to check for my phone.


I had left it in my bag, at the table, with Harry. My heart sunk at the realisation that I had no one to contact. I shook my head, my hair swaying from side to side.

“I can’t do this.” I spoke to myself.

I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror again; I don’t think I had ever been more scared. Frantically I paced up and down in the empty toilet, trying to figure out my options. I could either go back in and face Harry or I could make a break for it. My eyes darted over to the window and I quickly opted for option two.

My hands yanked the window open, I was about to climb on to the sill when the door creaked open. To my relief I spun round to see the waitress that had served us.

“Are you Bo?” She asked.

I nodded my head and waited for her to continue.

“The guy you’re with asked me to check on you.”

“Oh god.”

She walked closer to me, catching my hand and pulling me to the side.

“W-where is he?”

“He’s waiting outside the door.” She whispered worriedly.

My eyes widened at what she told me. Her head turned to the open window and then back to me. She obviously knew what I had been attempting before sh arrived.

“Go.” She nudged me towards the escape. “I’ll tell him you weren’t in here.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

I caught hold of the window sill, pulling myself up. I glanced back to see her exit the toilet.

“What!” I heard a low voice shout on the other side of the door.


I sat with my legs hanging out the window. But just before I jumped down the short distance to the floor outside, the toilet door swung open. Harry’s dark eyes locked with mine. His angry gaze quickly changed into grin and I realised this was fun for him. A chase.

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