Caring (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Emily Blackwood is your almost average 20 year old nurse. She graduated university early due to her change of country, from Australia to London. With only Leah, Jess and Hannah as her friends, she struggles to find the romance she has dreamed of since a child. But that soon changes, all because of Leah. Emily isn't sure whether to thank her friend, or whether to hate her.
-Excerpt-
My fingers gently run over the dark mark situated in the crook of my neck. I wince at the slight pain. As I open my eyes that I didn't know I closed, I look to Leah.
My eyebrows furrow as I realise she isn't looking at me, but rather someone behind me. My head turns immediately to the source holding her attention.
He stands there, only metres from the door, staring at me. He smirks at me before dropping his left eye in a wink and vanishing out the door.
Fear racks through my body as I remember his words.
"You're now mine, Emily."
I turn back to Leah, our expressions the same.
Complete shock and fear.

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16. Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Emily's POV

Harry shuts the bathroom door behind him with his foot before he puts me down on the counter.

I frown at him. "I hope you know I hate you."

"Lying to yourself isn't going to change how you feel babe." Harry smirks. "Come on, in the shower."

My eyebrow raises at his statement. "I can shower myself, I'm not a kid."

Harry laughs, "Says the girl covered in ice-cream." Didn't he say that earlier?

I point to his shoulder "You can't say much."

"Damn, now I need a shower." He lifts his shirt over his head and places it next to me on the counter. My eyes widen at his movements. "Like what you see?"

"I've seen better." I shrug.

"How about we shower together to save water?" Harry offers still wearing his usual smirk.

"Fuck off Harry. Get out." I snap at him.

Harry steps between my legs and puts his hands on my waist. "You know you want to." Harry's voice went deeper and had a husky edge to it. Definite turn on.

"I don't actually, get out."

"Come on baby, you don't have to pretend around me." His hands slide from my hips and move up and down my thighs.

My hands grab his own and push them to his sides. "Trust me, I'm not pretending. Can you get out now?"

But my actions were useless as his hands immediately move back to my hips, only this time crawling under my shirt. My eyes immediately widen. Before I even make an attempt to pull Harry's arms from under my shirt, he grips my waist tightly making me wince.

"Please stop." I whimper.

His grip on my waist loosens, and his head lowers to mine. I only now notice the height difference that Harry still holds over me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." The flirty tone from his voice has vanished, leaving only seriousness.

"It's okay." I say in a whisper.

"I really didn't mean to, I'm not used to being gentle with girls."

"Harry." I groan cutting him off with a laugh.

He frowns before he grins. "Sorry."

"You're a pig."

"You love it."

"You wish."

"You know you want me."

"I don't."

"Yes you do."

"I don't."

"You do."

"Okay, only a little bit." I admit.

I lean my face towards his and meet his lips with my own. My hands sliding up his arms and around his neck.

After his moment of shock he moves his lips against my own, gently moving his hands around my torso.

His hands stop moving and I frown. He pulls away from our kiss, frowning like me. It's only then that I realise where his right hand is positioned. "Oh my god." I push him away from me, using both my arms and legs, fighting my own tears. "Get out." I cry. As Harry's mouth opens I cry out again. "Get out!" I jump down from my spot on the counter walking towards him opening the door. "Out."

When he doesn't move I push him out, slamming the door in his face. I fumble with the lock. "Emily, let me in." Harry says from the other side of the door. I rest my head against the wooden barrier keeping us apart. "Emily, what happened? Emily?"

"Go away Harry." I say back. He needs to leave. I need him to go.

"Emily, please. Answer me." He begs. A thud sounds and send vibrations through the door.

I frown allowing tears to continue falling. "Harry," I sob, "please just go. Leave me alone."

"I'm not leaving." Harry says. I can hear Leah's voice but can't make out what she is saying. "I'm not leaving." His words are obviously meant for both me and Leah.

I move away from the door and head towards the shower. I turn on the taps, blocking out Harry's voice.

I strip off my clothes holding the spot where Harry's hand last touched.

I knew the tattoo wouldn't be enough.

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