Forbidden ~ Harry Styles ~ (On Hold)

* Harry is not famous in this story *

Many say how there are two kinds of people in this world.

In Pax town there certainly are two kinds of very different people. I never really understood the name of our little town, after all "pax" means peaceful in latin, but believe me, we're anything but.

From a very young age I've been told to stay away from them. You may call them The Rebels, but out here everyone calls them the lower class, the scums, the bastards.

We are very different from them, like North and South, hot and cold; we're complete opposites. Besides the constant rumours about them going around, I can't help but think what it would be like to be them for a day....

My father would never allow it. He'd never let his only daughter do anything close to danger.
Apart from all the warnings, there's always one of the rebels who catches my eye.

I believe his name is Harry, Harry Styles.

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4. Good girls don't lie

As I woke up the next morning, I remembered the promise I made to Harry of meeting him back at the bridge.

 

Truth was, I didn't even know if I had the bravery to. My dad had hugged me so tightly when I got back home last night, that I started to question lying to him.

 

During some of my mental discussions in my quiet room, I started to hear some noises coming from outside. They almost sounded like angry shouts.

 

My eyes turned to the tall window on my wall. Before I knew it, my legs had carried me to it and I was looking out curiously searching for the sound.

 

My eyes landed on my backyard and they immediately zoomed in on a head of chocolate coloured hair.

 

Harry.

 

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion before allowing my gaze to roam over the whole scene.

 

In front of Harry was Luke, pointing his finger frantically as if stating a point. Behind each of them there were groups of about 4-5 people.

 

Were they about to have some kind of fight?

 

I watched as Harry rolled his eyes at whatever Luke was saying.

 

Suddenly as if noticing me watching, his green eyes connected with my own. The others seemed to be confused at what he was looking at.

 

His gaze stayed on me and he sent me a warning look. Luke's head snapped up in my direction and back to Harry.

 

His eyes burned with fury, his fists tightening by his sides. Just as his hand was about to collide against Harry's face, he caught it in a tight grip. Before anyone could blink, Luke was on the floor with a bleeding nose.

 

With one last look the rebels disappeared.

 

I blinked at what had happened.

 

Harry had punched Luke.

 

I felt fear surface deep inside me. What was I scared of? Harry? No, that couldn't be it.

 

That question didn't leave my head as I ran down the stairs, arriving there just as Luke walked through the front door.

 

"Luke, are you alright?" I walked over to him, carefully looking over his face for any injuries other then that obvious bleeding nose.

 

Knowing Luke he had probably brought this on himself but he was a nice guy. He didn't deserve it- most of the time.

 

He pulled me to his arms, pushing me against his chest.

 

"I'm alright, love. Don't worry, I was just letting them know that if they ever enter these areas then they'll be severely punished."

 

I lightly pulled away from him feeling a little uncomfortable with how close we were.

 

"Is that why you were shouting?" I never knew that the rebels roamed within our yards.

 

"Yes, found the little bastard creeping around your backyard and soon enough he had a few members of his gang to back him up."

 

Why were they here? They knew nothing good could come from it.

 

As if reading my mind Luke continued to talk, "Rachel, they're rebels. Always looking for trouble, stay away from them and you'll be fine."

 

He gave me a pointed look during his final sentence.

 

"If you excuse me, I have some meetings to attend to."

 

Luke leaned down and kissed my cheek, quickly walking out the door.

 

Stay away from them? I had already broken that rule.

 

I walked around my quiet house, but quickly realized that my dad was probably in his office.

 

A smile made its way onto my lips and I ran to my father's business room.

 

I walked straight in- I probably should have knocked- and found my dad holding a picture of my mum. He looked at her lovingly.

 

"Oh, hello sweetheart. Have you come to have a little chat with me?" I laughed at the posh accent that he attempted.

 

"We used to have a lot of talks when I was little. Do you remember that, dad? When mum was still with us..." My voice became a whisper at the end of my sentence.

 

"Yes. It doesn't mean that we can't start again." He gently placed my mum's picture back in one of his drawers. "So, what would you like to talk about?"

 

Something inside me spiked up and a question made its way out my lips before I could even think about it.

 

"What do you think of the rebels?"

 

My dad's face had confusion written all over it. He sighed and wiped the emotion off his face.     "When I was younger, I had a friend who was a rebel. Of course no one knew about it." He stopped for a bit, looking around the room. My dad? A rule breaker? No way. "Believe it or not I used to sneak out and 'hang out' or play around. We were very close."

 

At this, he stopped yet again.

 

"And then?" I pressed him on.

 

"Then I met your mother. We were in love and I thought that he'd be happy for me..... I was wrong. All I saw in him was jealousy and he almost took your mom away from me..... Almost. I confronted him after a series of events and he eventually left me alone." He looked back at me and offered me a smile.

 

"They're not the best people to befriend. That's why I've tried to protect you from them." If only you knew about last night, I thought to myself.

 

 "I understand, dad." I smiled at him before I realized that I didn't actually understand. I was confused.

 

  This was the second time that someone had told me to stay away from them. From Harry.

 

"Come here, Rachel. We can spend some time looking through these old picture books... I-if you want that is." There was a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

 

I jumped up and walked closer to him with a smile on my face. "That sounds good to me..."

 

And so we did. The next few hours of the day were spent looking through pictures, cooking, talking or being completely careless. I liked this side of dad. It was fun.

 

I didn't realize as it had started to darken outside.

 

"Rachel, I think you better get to bed. Thank you for spending time with your old father, it was very fun." I laughed at the way he insulted himself.

 

"No problem, daddy." He smiled and kissed my cheek as he squeezed me in his arms.

 

During my walk to my room I had a constant battle with myself. Should I go meet Harry? I promised him I would. But what about all the warnings I received today?

 

I finally got to my room and I couldn't help but think of my father's smile dropping and transforming into a frown of horror if he found me with a rebel.

 

With that thought I decide not to go.

 

Harry and I were two different people. It was time he grasped that.

 

I tucked myself inside my warm bed and fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.     Unfortunately for me, I was awoken by a bumping sound.

 

I sat up on my bed and looked to where the noise came from.

 

My window was open. The slight breeze making my curtains go insane.

 

I remembered closing my widow, but then again I could be wrong.

 

I stood up just wanting to go back to sleep.

 

My hands took a hold of the two glass frames and firmly shut them.

 

As I was making my way back to bed, two hands gripped my waist pushing me against a strong, warm body. A hand was placed over my mouth and I felt a breath on the back of my neck. Whoever was holding me squeezed my waist and blew the spot right behind my ear making me shiver.     I tried screaming but it was muffled by their big hands on my lips. This person's warmth was radiating right through me.

 

  "I told you to meet me at the bridge. You broke your promise. I didn't take you as a bad girl, Rachel."

 

Harry.

 

 

What do you think of this chapter? Seriously though, just imagine Harry jumping through your window...... I also love reading the comments and no I'm not trying to kill you guys xo

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