Dark. (Larry Stylinson.)

Louis was so innocent, and Harry wasn't.

They met outside a bathroom.

Louis didn't know what he got himself into, but it wasn't much of a choice he made, it was one made for him.

Every word;

Every touch;

He realized he wasn't safe.

There was no way out, he merely had to live with it.

Soon he realized;

He had fallen in love with the dark;

He wanted to be with him;

In is new world with new enemies and new friends.


4. Chapter Four.

“Hello, Lou." 

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 disturbing, 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 hem of my t-shirt. 

“Come on.” 

I reluctantly stepped outside, turning to close the front door and lock it. I had only just placed the keys back in my pocket when Harry’s fingers entwined with mine. His large hand was warm, if I didn’t feel so threatened by him; and he wasn't a guy; 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, even though I felt like I really shouldn't, 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 in such a small confinement. The whole situation was shit, in my opinion. I had the feeling Harry was enjoying my nervousness. I just wanted to punch him so hard his face will cave in- but lets face it, I don't have the guts to go against Harry- nor the strength. 

“Don’t look so nervous, Lou.” He spoke up suddenly, a smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes locked with mine; making me feel quite uncomfortable. He placed his hand on my shaking knee. I got the message and stop moving my leg; knowing Harry just found it amusing. 

His green orbs lingered on me for a few seconds after I turned away, 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 fingers as a blush crept up onto my cheeks. This shouldn't be happening, I really shouldn't be blushing because of Harry Styles. 

“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 again slightly higher, but I stopped him before he could move it any higher. He deeply chuckled, then withdrew his touch.

“We’re here.” 

I unbuckled my seat belt, 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 around us. I jumped as my hand was suddenly grabbed and Harry chuckled.

"Relax, Louis." 

"I am relaxed." I lied, yanking my hand out of Harry's grasp and starting to walk; even though I had no idea exactly where I was supposed to be going. Harry caught up quickly, matching my fast pace easily. 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 separateing us from the deep water. We stopped outside a restaurant, Harry removing his arm from my shoulder and roughly spinning me round to face him. I gasped as his long fingers pushed my jacket 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, before he led us down to a table towards the back. I had a horrible feeling that Harry had asked for us to be placed there, where we would be more hidden. I sat across from him at the small table, shredding my jacket on to the back of the chair. A waitress handed us menus, quickly taking our drink orders before hurrying off. 

Harry scanned over the list of things on offer, not looking up as I shuffled through my jackets pockets and pulled out my phone. I set the menu up, shielding myself as I opened the text. 

From Eleanor: 

Lou how is it? Is everything okay? Xx 

I tapped my thumbs against the screen. About to reply when my shield was pulled down to the table . I quickly shoved my phone into the pocket of my jeans before looking up to meet Harry's dark gaze.  He dcided not to mention my phone and asked what I wanted instead. 

 "I'm not hungry." I replied bluntly. 

"Pick or I'll pick for you." His tone holding more than a tint of annoyance. 

I stayed silent as he called the waitress over. Her pony tail swaying as she rushed over, quickly scribbling down our order. 

"Anything else I can get for you?" She asked politely. 

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

"No thank you." I smiled. 

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

"Do I frighten you?" 

I was taken aback by the question. Harry was always so straightforward about everything. I wanted to say that it was a pretty stupid question, but I didn't want to give him the advantage of knowing he scared the crap out of me, when he usee his already strong advantage against me. Although I don’t see how he couldn’t have realised the intimidating effect he had on me.

"No." I lied. 

"I think you're lying." 

"I--I'm not." I replied. Not really expecting him to say that. 

"Your stuttering. Either that or you want me so bad, you're having trouble trying to compose yourself." 

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 back on my face. 

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" 

I nearly spat my drink out at that. 

"W-what?" I replied in confusion, hoping I was just hearing things. 

"Are. You. A. Virgin?" He asked again, leaning forward on the table. Pronouncing each word slowly and clearly, as if I had trouble comprehending speech.

I didn't say anything.

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. 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 bathroom after being ushered in that direction. I didn't have time to get my jacket, I just wanted to get away from him. 

"Don't be too long." Harry called behind me. 


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