Dark -Harry Styles Fan Fiction-

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22. Last chapter thats all that has been posted sorry ;)

Upon running the water and stripping from my clothes, I made the annoying observation that I was without any new underwear. Quickly wrapping a towel around my body, I peeked out of the bathroom door. Judging the coast was clear, my beeline was straight to the top drawer of the chest.

“Have you got anything on under that towel?”

My heart skipped with surprise at the sound of Harry’s rough voice. I tried to scamper away as he moved forward from his place just inside the door of his bedroom.

“Shall I check?” He cheekily asked.

“Harry.” I squeaked.

He soothed the thump of my heart, carefully brushing his thumb to my jaw. The playfulness of his eyes told me he enjoyed the teasing.

“Tell you a secret, Baby.” He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “Underneath these clothes, I’m completely naked for you.”

A peck to my cheek was given as I laughed. Once a few more teasing remarks were made, Harry informed me of his impending absence.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to get some milk.”

“Oh, ok.”

He kissed my forehead before heading for the door.

“Be back in a bit.”


It wasn’t until a familiar voice called out through the flat that I became aware of how long Harry had been gone. In his absence, I had showered, changed, applied make-up and sorted out my hair.

“Haz, are you still going?”

I pushed myself up from the position on the sofa, drawing my attention away from the TV and turning it off. Tom was stood in the hall, back to me as he shouted out Harry’s name for a second time. He wore a blue, plaid shirt, dark jeans and a pair of scruffy looking converse.

“Going where?”

“Bloody hell.” He jumped. “I didn’t see you, Bo.”

I apologised as he caught his breath before asking my previous question again.

“Um, is Harry not in?”


I drew my plait over my shoulder, staring at Tom for an answer he seemed reluctant to give. His cutting jaw tensed, frowning in a way that expressed confusion and annoyance.

“He said he’d wait for me.” He complained under his breath.

“Where were you guys going?”

“Not being funny, Bo, but I don’t think Harry would want you there.”

This statement only fuelled my curiosity, much to Tom’s evasive nature.


I felt like a small child, questioning everything they were being told. Where the hell was Harry? His milk expedition had obviously been a ploy, a trip down to the shops wouldn’t have taken this long.

“Take me with you, please.”


“Wherever you’re going I want to come.” I informed a baffled looking Tom, whilst shoving my feet into my blue Vans.

I strolled past him and straight to the front door, opening it and flicking my head in indication for him to follow.

“Harry’s going to kill me.” He mumbled as he passed me through the exit.


“There he is.” Tom pointed to Harry who was stood lingering behind a white van parked up by the curb.

It had only taken us about fifteen minutes in the car to arrive at a rundown housing estate. I kept close to Tom during the walk along the path, the two of us receiving harsh looks from a few of the locals as he led me to where he assured me Harry would be. And he was. Still dressed in all black, apart from the scuffed white converse he wore.


He turned upon hearing his name, a mixed appearance taking prominence over his features.

“What’s Bo doing here?”

“She can be very persuasive.” Tom explained in a huff.

My focus was straight to Harry, raising my right arm for fingers to grip the nape of his neck. He was tugged down to my height, needy lips uniting with his. I could sense the amusement in the kiss before my feet were lifted from the pavement, my body held closely to his.

“Hello to you too, Baby.” Harry mumbled in a chuckle against my mouth.

“Guys…guys, your PDAs are making me feel nauseous.”

I had a good idea the exact gesture Tom was receiving as Harry tilted his head to the side. My hot kisses trickled down the warm skin of his neck, Harry’s rough laugh rumbling as he gave his friend the middle finger. Most likely with a cocky smirk across his face.

“Oh yeah, that’s really mature. Thanks, Haz.” Tom grumbled.

I fell lightly to my feet, still wrapped in Harry’s arms.

“We need to get him a girlfriend.” I hushed.

“That’s a good idea.” Harry nodded along.

“I know you guys think you’re in your own little loved up bubble, but I can still hear you.”

“We know.” Harry and I spoke in unison.

I was pleased to see him, even though we had hardly spent any time apart. Just the flash of his gorgeous smile could have my heart melting.

“What were you looking at before we came?” I enquired.

I witnessed Harry glance to Tom almost in guidance, the atmosphere suddenly tensing. The nod of his head resulted in Harry taking my hand and leading me over to the small gap between the dirty, white van and the blue car to the right.

He stood closely behind me, both of us cautiously peering around the vehicle to the other side of the road. My eyes followed a young man, an aggressive looking dog almost dragging his owner along behind him. As they walked passed I came to settle on a tall, dirty block of flats, people in uniforms milling around the area. Police officers chatted amongst themselves before a commotion was heard. A man was tussled out of the entrance door, shouting obscenities at the top of his voice. When my eyes allowed me to examine his face I stumbled back into the hard body behind me.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, Bo.”

The connection of our hands became tighter.

“That’s Scott’s brother.” I gushed. “Harry, what’s going on?”

“Shh.” He calmed. “Just watch.”

Police cars lined the curb outside the accommodation, extra officers rushing to help as a second man barged out onto the street. Scott. Multiple hands were needed to restrain him, securing the cuffs more firmly to his wrists behind his back. He looked furious, bellowing insults at the people surrounding him. I felt on edge as they struggled to keep a hold on him, we knew all too well what he was capable of. Seconds later Scott displayed his strength, shoving an officer to the floor with a knock to the shoulder.

I winced as his front was slammed down to the bonnet of a car in an attempt to cease his persistent resistance. The coppers became a little restless, the desire to get the two men off the street and away from onlookers was apparent as both brothers were forced into separate cars. Once the tension had died down a little I spun to face Harry.

“Why are they being arrested?”

He drew me around to the obscured area the other side of the van, making sure we were hidden.

“Scott and his brother supply drugs, they’ve always been careful about it though. They never keep substances in their flat.” Harry paused. “Until now.” He smiled.

I was finding it difficult to understand, my thoughts swirling uncontrollably at the event I had just witnessed.

“Wait, what?”

“The police may have been tipped off to find quite a substantial stash of…powder on the premises.”

My eyes widened with the information.

“You, did you plant it?”

“No.” His curls tussled. “Not me.”

I followed Harry’s line of sight to the presence of an older man who had gone unnoticed by me until then. He was leant against the side of a black BMW. He looked smart, dressed in a suit, short hair, a tattoo on his neck. He appeared to be doing well for himself, placing his phone back in his pocket before glancing our way.

“Who’s that?”

“An old friend that I used to work for. He owed me one.”

The man flicked his head in indication to Harry. I guessed it was a “job done” kind of nod as he commenced in climbing into his posh car and starting the ignition.

“What did you used to do for him?”

“I’m gunna go.” Tom stated, thumbing behind him in indication of his car that was parked down the road.

There was no longer any teasing banter between the two, Harry’s friend sensing it was time to leave us to have this increasingly difficult conversation. I almost didn’t want Tom to leave. Maybe if he stayed the secrets would remain hidden.

“Alright, see you later.” Harry replied.

Once Tom had disappeared my attention returned to the boy stood in front of me. I could tell by the way he fidgeted that he was a little unsure of how to handle the situation. And the more time that passed, the more I wished I hadn’t asked. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know any more. Fingers drifted to my neck, encouraging the chain out from beneath the scoop of my top. It was played with as he spoke.

“I collected money.”

“Money for what?” I warily asked.

The pendent fell to my chest almost as if it scolded his skin, unable to cradle it in his hand any longer. I harshly swallowed down the lump in my throat, impatiently waiting as Harry anxiously rubbed his face.

“Debts mainly.”

To anyone else it may have been accepted that Harry had granted a few favours. A couple of one-off collections of money, nothing to cause concern. But they hadn’t a clue about his past. I could see it in his eyes, pleading with me not to ask. But I had to, if it was only to put my mind at rest.

“What if they couldn’t pay the debt, Harry?”

It was his silence that held the answer. I felt sure that man had used Harry and his aggressive nature to strike fear into individuals that failed to repay money. Harry had beaten people, people who couldn’t afford the pricey deal. And from what I had witnessed in and out of the ring, they wouldn’t make that mistake twice, not if it was Harry knocking on their door.

“I don’t do that anymore.” He firmly stated.

A kiss was lightly pecked to my lips. The action brought life back to my body, previously stunned into a frozen state.

“I love you.” Harry whispered, clearly alarmed by my lack of response.

“It’s a lot to take in.” I responded with a lack of emotion.

I wasn’t quite sure what I was feeling. I knew Harry had a shadowy past, but this fresh information left me unsure.

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

I’d read a book once on an assassin, it amazed me how the character held no remorse upon striking down targets. And as my mind wondered deeper into reminiscing about the pages turned, it shocked me to realise how I likened Harry’s behaviour to that of the protagonist. It took a certain kind of person to inflict pain on others. Someone who was well accustomed to the feel of agony themselves.

Harry’s eyes desperately searched mine.

“You don’t.” I abruptly spoke.

“I-It was a long time ago, I..”

“Let’s not talk about it.” I interrupted, taking his hand.

In all honesty it did frighten me. But I had no desire to unlock that part of my brain. We’d come so far. I didn’t want to fear the boy I loved.

“Ok.” Harry nodded in a stutter.

I caught him off guard, yanking him to me for a hug. He was warm, heart thumping in my ear as I pressed the side of my head to his solid chest. Puffs of hot air blew into my hair, Harry holding me tightly before planting a kiss to the top of my head. A soft touch ran in trickling lines up and down my back in comfort.

All I wanted to do was take his pain away, make him forget, give him a fresh start.

Harry spoke so quietly I almost missed it.

“I don’t deserve you.”

I squeezed him as my eyes screwed closed, almost wishing that he could taint me with some of the darkness he was burdened with. I didn’t want him to stand and face it on his own.

“Everyone deserves someone who loves them.”

He pulled away, the hint of happiness playing on his lips flushed warmth though my entirety. Playful Harry was my favourite.

“I love your smile.”

My words only widened the grin as he leant down to kiss me.

“Come on, you owe me a cup of tea.” He mumbled against my mouth.

He slung an arm around my shoulders, guiding me along the path, our previous conversation pushed back from the present thoughts at the front of my mind. But Harry ceased as my body suddenly became ridged.

“What’s wrong?”

We had abandoned the safety of cover provided by the van, now partly out in the open as police cars left the scene. It was one in particular that caught my attention, the one with an angry looking male in the back seat. As the vehicle flew passed our position it allowed for only a fleeting glance to the inside. But it was enough to spot the strip of white over the bridge of Scott’s nose. With my mum being a nurse I knew the procedure, nothing much could be done for a broken nose, other than strapping it up a bit.


“His nose.” My fingers pinched the top of mine to show what I was trying to explain. “Scott..”

“Oh yeah, I noticed that before I even touched him.” Harry curiously informed me, referring to the beating he had given Scott in the shadowy passage at the back of the pub.

“That was me.” I hesitantly spoke, staring up at Harry.

The intensity of his contemplation furrowed his eyebrows.


“I didn’t mean to, I thought it was just bleeding…” I gushed, trailing off.

My hands were flailing before being restricted by my forearms. Harry shook his head in disbelief.

“Wait, wait..Bo, you broke his nose?”

I nodded, biting my lip.

“Holy shit.” Harry grinned. “How?”

He turned fully to me, giving me his complete attention as he humorously smirked. My arms were released, allowing me to raise my hands between us.

“With the heel of my palm.” I spoke whilst brushing my fingertips near my wrist.

“You never told me you knew how to do that.”

Pure amazement commandeered Harry’s features.

“My cousins and I were bored one summer so decided to take some self-defence…I didn’t know I remembered it he came at me.”

“Shit. Tom’s gunna piss himself when I tell him it was you.”

I felt oddly proud of myself to see Harry astonished by my actions. Maybe I had more fight in me than I realised. I was left to ponder over the idea as Harry bent down in front of me. I didn’t think twice before clambering onto his back, hooking my legs around his waist, arms around his neck.

The discussion spurred my next question.

“How many women do you have at the gym?”

Harry continued to walk as I leant my head on his right shoulder, tickles of hair teasing my cheek.

“Umm, well there’s Gill on reception.” He bit his lip in concentration, hoisting me up further. “I think that’s it, I don’t know about the steam room and swimming pool though. Why?”

“I think you should do a class.” I tested.

“What sort of class?”

“Like a fitness, boxing, defence kind of class. But for women.”

His quiet demeanour told me he was mulling over the suggestion in his head.

“I’m sure there would be plenty of girls that would like to learn how to defend themselves. You know, if it came down to that.”

“Would you?” He inquisitively asked.

“Yes.” I replied honestly.

“Well apparently you don’t need any training.” Harry joked, playfully clasping at my thighs. “Will you try some moves on me?” He continued rather excitedly.

Did he want a challenge?

“It was a long time ago, I don’t think I remember.”

“Please, I want to see if you can take me down.”


“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Harry laughed before moving in behind me. The sofas had been shoved up against the walls in the living room to provide a larger space, the coffee table in the hall.

“Are you laughing at me?” I asked in annoyance.

“No, Baby.” He collected himself. “I just don’t think you need to worry about that. Pretend I’m someone else if that helps.”

Harry underestimated me. It was infuriating to say the least.

“Ok, go.” I instructed rather cuttingly.

I struggled as a strong arm wrapped around my middle. Without properly taking the time to process, my elbow jutted back into his stomach, his wince voiced in a gravelly groan. I didn’t allow him any time to recover before my foot came forcefully down onto his. My body was released, quickly spinning to discover Harry hunched over slightly. His hand was knocked away as he made an attempt to grasp to top. I hastily gripped his expansive palm before he could touch me again, twisting his wrist and bending his fingers back.

I knew strictly that once you had the opportunity, you were supposed to make a run for it, away from your attacker. But I felt Harry was in need of a good lesson.

He cursed, dropping to his knees in front of me, lips parted, a deep frown on his forehead as he stared at me. His next move took me by surprise, left arm hooking around the back of my legs and forcing me forward as I collapsed on top of him. I pinned his wrists above his head, Harry smirking before rolling me off and under him.

We were both panting, my body sprawled out on the sitting room floor as Harry lingered over me. A grin quickly formed on his smart mouth.

“That was fun, let’s do it again.”

“I was holding back.” I challenged.

A flash of elation crossed the burning green of his irises.

“I told you not to.”

“I didn’t think you’d like getting punched in the face much, we’ve already seen what happens when I do.”

He laughed. This was still a game to him. It was exciting.

“My last step would have been my knee connecting with your crotch.”

His amusement drained along with the colour in his cheeks as he visibly gulped. Quickly rolling off me, Harry laid to my side.

“Let’s leave that bit out.”

“That’s what I thought.” I smugly countered.

“You almost broke my fingers.”

“Now, I’m sure Tom would find that funny.”

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