Dark Horse (Harry Styles fanfic)

Just going into the club for the night with promises of never getting tied down by a woman, Harry becomes addicted to a dancer there and breaks his promise to himself with a new one. The new promise being, to give this girl everything she wants. She's a cold hearted and he doesn't care. Harry is addicted and wants her all to himself. But he feels she is distant and doesn't feel anything for him and he's desperate for her to.

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2. 'Body Like A Goddess...'

Dark Horse

'Body Like A Goddess...'

 

Trayka's pov:

"Okay, Marae', mommy has to got to work now." I leaned down and kissed the top of her pretty shiny brown hair. I looked at my friend who was watching Marae' "I should be back by 1." she nodded "Good, because I have a test in the morning. I can't be late for it." she said. I moved a piece of hair from my face and nodded. "Okay, well you won't miss it." I smiled and gave Marae' another kiss. "Be good, baby. Mommy will see you in the morning." I grabbed my bag and opened the door.

 

I walked out into the cold air as I put my headphones in. I had to walk to work every day, I couldn't afford a car, I make sure Marae' has food every week. It's hard being a single young mom and stripping isn't the best job, but I have money to put food in my daughters mouth. Marae' was 4 and she didn't understand why I had to leave every night. I only see her on the weekends and it's not enough for me, because I miss her so much. I feel like I never ever see her, I don't want her to grow up without me.

 

I nuzzled my headphones in my ears and turned on my Ed Sheeran playlist. I loved listening to 'Small Bump'. It reminded me of Marae', because she wasn't supposed to make it as far as she had. The doctors said she would live to have a 1st birthday, because she had a illness. She was just too little a weak to live. It scared me everyday when I woke up, because I thought I would wake up and her not alive. Every night I held her tightly and rocked her to sleep. It was the only way she would actually sleep. It's a strong connection between me and Marae', because not only did she grow inside me for almost a year, she is my world and she is everything I live for since the day she broke from the safest place she'll ever know. The minute she opened her eyes and looked at me, I knew I was going to give everything I had to keep my baby girl happy. I promised myself that her happiness would come before mine. I loved everything about her, even her little giggle she does when I get upset with her. I instantly forget why I was upset to begin with. She had me wrapped around her tiny finger and she knew it.

 

She was exactly like me as a little girl. She loves to dress up, she always wants me to do her hair curly or she wants me to pull it up in a messy bun. She loves her fingernails painted and her make up done. She is an absolute doll. The only difference between Marae' and I is that, her dad wants nothing to do with her. He hasn't been around for anything and she never asked about him. I know she knows she's supposed to have one, I just don't think she cares much to know where he is. My father had strong relationship with me. He would take me to the park every weekend then out for pizza afterwards. I was close to my mother, too. She used to take me shopping with her. I had all kinds of new clothes and shoes. I had a pretty good childhood, which would make you think why in the hell I'm stripper, right? If I had a good childhood and a good life?

 

When I was 18, I got pregnant by my ex. It just happened, we didn't plan it at all. When I finally told my parents, they kicked me out. I stayed with my friend Nia, who has always been like a sister to me. She took me in when no one else would. And for 3 years I stayed with her, we both worked and still work at the strip club. Nia was working there before me. I started after I knew I could finally leave Marae' alone with a babysitter at night. Nia used to come home with a lot of tips and at the time, I thought it was a good idea to become one. But now that I've been in it for awhile, I figured out it was a terrible idea. It's scary being hit on by creepy old men and dancing for them. Some of them have tried to have sex with me, some have tried kissing me, some have actually proposed to me! But I can't kiss in the club, they can't touch unless I want them to, I can't have actual sex in the club. But what happened last night with that creep who came all over himself, dry sex can happen. There is nothing wrong with that, as long as it's not sex sex.

 

Harry's pov:

I laid in bed all day thinking of her and about last night. I wanted to see her again, because I feel like I'm forgetting her face. Another reason, because maybe she isn't as beautiful as I remember, then maybe I won't think about her anymore if she isn't. Maybe I was a bit buzzed and I just see a beautiful face. But I couldn't lay here and wonder.

 

*

 

I walked into the club as the song "I Wanna Fu*k You" was booming inside. I walked up to the bar and ordered the same thing I did last time. I stood in front of the bar and watched the girls dance on the pole. I looked down at my drink and then sat it behind me, I get drunk fast, so if I drink and see that girl again I might see what the alcohol wants me to see. I looked back on stage at the girls and watched them, but at the same time, I was looking for that girl again.

 

*

 

The song ended and the song "I'm In Love With A Stripper" came on and a little petite girl walked out in heels and a skimpy little outfit. I couldn't see her face, but I could see the glitter shining from her body and I could see her grinding on the pole. 

 

"Got the body of a goddess, got eyes butter pecan brown, I see you girl (Droppin' low)."

 

I watched her climb the pole and bend back as she slid down the pole slowly and sexy down to the floor and slowly get back up and continue to dance. 

 

"She comin' down from the ceiling (To the floor)."

 

I walked up to the stage and watched her more closely. Her body was insanely gorgeous, her skin looked so soft. I bit my lip as I watched her twirl and slide up and down the pole. I looked up at her with wide eyes. She had my full attention, all of it. I actually stopped looking for the other girl from last night. I felt myself becoming hard for this girl dancing. She knew how to dance.

 

Once again, she climbed on the pole, she leaned back and was upside down. She reached her arms down and her flat stomach was the only thing guys were focusing on, that and her boobs. But I loved her stomach. It was so sexy how flat and toned it was. She had a belly button ring and that was a turn on for me. All this dancing paid off for her. Must be going good. Even girls were here watching her.

 

She looked at me and smiled, but I couldn't see her entire face from the lights, but I knew she was smiling at me. She got on her hands and knees and crawled to me. "Back for more?" she asked. I looked at her and realized it was the girl I was looking for. "You." I smiled and saw that  she smiled back at me. "Names Jane, sweetie." she looked at me and grabbed my shirt collar. I bit my lip and stared at her, "You really are beautiful. Good lord." I stared at her and examined her face. She leaned in with a smile and clamped my bottom lip with her teeth. It wasn't a kiss, but I leaned in for one, she pulled away. 

 

She got back up and continued dancing to the song, and for the first time, I could relate to a song. And out of all the songs in the world, it's this one. I really was in love with a stripper.

 

 

*

 

I waited in my car afterwards for the club to close. When I saw "Jane" walk out I got out of my car and walked up to her. "Jane?" I called out and she turned. She looked kind of terrified to see me, I think it was because this is the 3rd time seeing each other. "Hey" I smiled and she looked to the doors of the club. "H-hi." she cleared her throat and looked back. "I saw you wearing heels tonight," she stared at me and nodded. "thought you couldn't wear heels? You said you'd fall and bust your ass." she looked down at the ground. "Yeah, well, I talked to the club manager," she pointed back at the building. "He's actually the reason I don't wear them, he thinks I'm too clumsy." I chuckled and nodded "Well, you were really good tonight." she smiled and looked up at me. "So," she said and I just stared at her pretty face. "You actually stop me for something? Or..." she asked and I snapped out of it. "Oh, yeah...Uh, I was wondering if-" "Trayka!" I heard another girl call out. I looked at Jane who closed her eyes and scrunched up her face.

 

The girl walked over to us "Trayka..." she looked at me up and down. I looked from her to Jane, "Your real name is Trayka? I knew it wasn't Jane." I smiled and she opened her eyes and nodded. "Thanks Nia." she said and turned around. "You need a ride home?" she asked Trayka and she shook her head. "No, I'm going to walk." "You can't walk." I butted in. Nia looked at me again and gave me a look. "Who are you?" "Who are you?" I asked back. "Nia, I'm her older sister and I protect her from guys who come in here and try to get with her." my eyes became bigger and I looked at Trayka. "I'm not hurting her." I said and looked back at Nia. "Not yet." Trayka looked at Nia and then at me "He's not going to hurt me Nia. You can go, I'll be okay."

 

I smiled at Nia and she walked back to her car watching me. I looked at Trayka and cocked my head to the side. "You really walking?" I asked and she nodded. "I walk here everyday." she replied walking forward. I stepped in front of her really quick and she stopped in her place and sighed. "But I'm sure it's in the light. You're less likely to get mugged in the daytime than night." she stepped to the side and looked up at me. "Thanks, but no thanks." she said and I stopped her again. "Then come back to my place for awhile." those words fell out of my mouth and I didn't even control them.

 

She looked at me and shook her head "No, I really have to get back." she seemed to be in a hurry, but I wanted to know her.

 

"Please?" I pleaded. "I just want to get to know you a bit, I think you're very beautiful." she smiled and the street lights sparkled in her eyes, I couldn't help but smile back at her. I now knew I would live to see that smile.

 

She pulled her beanie down a bit more. "Okay, but just an hour, because I really  have to get home." I nodded "I will gladly drive you to your house after." I put out my arm for her to hold and she smiled and grabbed it.

 

*

Trayka's pov:

We drove back to his house where when we walked in, he offered to take off my coat. I looked around as I held my arms back for him to pull it off. "Wow, you have a nice place." I said looking at the light wood floors and the white clean walls. His house was neat and decorated well, very big, too. "Thanks love." I hung up my beanie and walked in the living room, where there was a huge couch and plasma screen tv. I looked around and saw pictures of him and his friends. "These your friends?" I asked pointing to a picture of him and 4 other guys. He walked over and smiled as he nodded. "Yeah, Zayn, Niall, Liam and Louis. Zayn is actually married  now, so I doubt I'll see him much anymore." he took a drink of wine and I looked back as a glass was in my view. I looked at it and then back up, "Sorry, I can't drink." I said rejecting the glass. "Why not?" he asked and I sat down on his big couch. "I just can't." I said checking my phone to make sure Marae' didn't call or something. It was still good, which I was less tensed now. "One glass won't kill you, love." he handed it out to me and I shrugged. He was right, one glass is fine.

 

I took a sip and sat back on the couch. It was kind of silent for a few minutes, I could actually hear his clocks in his apartments ticking. I took the glass away from my lips and pressed them together, still looking around. "So what's your name?" I asked breaking the silence. He looked back at me "Harry Styles." I nodded "That your real name?" I joked and he smiled. "Yes, Jane. That is my real name." I giggled and took another sip of wine. He looked back around and smiled as he took a drink of it. "Where did you lean to dance?" he asked me and I looked up at him. "I used to do ballet when I was young." "Well, that explains the flexibility." he smiled and I did, too. "Yeah, well..." I took another sip. "So you danced a lot as a little girl?" I nodded and swallowed the red wind. "Yeah, don't ask me how I started dancing the way I am, because I couldn't tell you." he smiled and nodded. I looked at him and noticed how beautiful he really was, but I didn't need a relationship right now, I have a daughter to take care of.

 

Harry took another big gulp of wine and sat down his glass. He turned his body and faced me throwing himself on top of me. His lips collided with mine and we were locked in a steamy make out session. His lips were so soft and sweet. He pulled me on top of him and his hands slid up my back and eventually pulled my top off. He threw it down on the couch and stared at my boobs. He leaned in and kissed my neck, down to my chest and then my boobs. I moaned feeling his lips there and feeling his hot breath on them. It sent chills up my spine. I grabbed a fistful of his hair with both hands as his unclasped my bra and dropping it to the floor as he sucked on my boobs gently. I looked down and watched him as he did, I enjoyed the feeling as he gently bit them. I bit my lip and closed my eyes and breathed heavily. He pulled his mouth away and looked at me as he flickered his tongue over the sensitive skin. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

 

Harry pulled me up and took off my jeans, pulling my panties down, too. I stepped out of them and held up his legs tugging his pant leg. I was letting him know to take his off now. Harry smiled and leaned up a bit off the couch undoing his belt. He pulled everything down and I climbed back on top of him instantly feeling his erection under me. I could feel it throb against me and I began feeling myself throb, too. I leaned in and kissed him once more and grabbed his erection. I slowly stroked it, as we made out some more. I rubbed the tip of it slowly with my thumb. I eventually started teasing him by running his erection through my wet opening, not letting him enter, but just feel. Harry had enough and grabbed it and started wiggling it over my clit making me writhe over him and moan a bit louder. He looked up at me and stared as he kept going and listening to me moan from the pleasure he was giving me. My hands covered my mouth as I titled my head back and my hands ran through my hair. "Harry," I moaned. "fuck me already." 

 

*

 

Harry's pov:

My alarm beeped at 4:30 this morning, when I rolled over to hit the snooze button, I noticed Trayka still here next to me. I smiled and kissed her shoulder. She moaned as she was waking up. Her eyes opened up and she looked directly at me with a smile. "Morning." I said and she sprung up. "Oh my god! What time is it, Harry?"  "4:30" I replied and she got up with the sheet and ran down the stairs. "Oh shit!" she said to herself.

 

I followed her as she finally found her clothes and put them on quickly. "What's wrong?" she grabbed her purse and coat and beanie. "I didn't mean to stay all night. I really have to go!" she said opening the door. "Wait-" I called out. "I'm sorry!" and she shut the door as she left. I stood in my sheet and missed her already.

 

 

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