Dark -A Harry Styles Fanfiction

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34. Chapter 34

Chapter 34

I aimlessly scrolled through the messages on my phone, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel as I listened to The Vaccines, waiting for Bo to finish work. The phone was placed on the dashboard before I looked at my watch. What was taking her so long? I was just about to go and search for her when the door to the shop opened. She clumsily stumbled out, probably tripping over her own feet, knowing Bo. But my attention then narrowed on the guy who followed out behind her. My right hand clenched round the wheel as he quickly took her forearm, helping to steady her. Why was he touching her?

She smiled at him before he handed her his phone. What was going on? I pushed my curls back as I continued to watch the interaction. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her…or lusting after her. But I remained in the car, knowing Bo wouldn’t appreciate it if I intervened. The longer I observed them, the tighter my grip became, knuckles turning white.

As she walked away his eyes followed after her. He was making it blatantly obvious he was checking her out. Even when she was climbing into my car, there was a subtle tilt to his head as he gaped at her arse. Oh fuck this. 

“Who’s that?” I asked sharply.

“Hello to you too, Harry.” She replied sarcastically before kissing my cheek.

Bo’s fingers brushed back a few strands of hair from her face as she studied my less than pleased expression.

“Who is he?” I repeated a little angrier.

I think Bo knew I wasn’t in the mood to joke. Her posture gave off the impression she was little apprehensive of my reaction.

“Dan.” Bo spoke quietly, looking down to start picking at her nails.

“And?” I raised my eyebrows.

My patience was wearing thin as she gave me as little information as possible.

“And he’s just started work at the shop.”

“Why did he give you his phone?”

She bravely peered up to me. Her lips parted to speak then clamped shut. I watched her gaze fall down once again.

“H-He’s new to the area. He asked if he could have my number so I could show him round.” Bo replied quietly.

She nervously picked at her nails as she looked down to her lap once again.

“You’re not showing him round.” I bit back.

I had a good idea what he wanted to see and he must have been fucking stupid to think I would let him anywhere near. Bo’s gaze came back to me, eyebrows set in a frown. I knew she wanted to protest but she bit her tongue. There wasn’t much point in arguing about it. I would get my way.

“Did you tell him you had a boyfriend?”

I forced my tone to resonate a softer sound, knowing I would get little out of her if she was frightened. My finger’s gently caught hold of her chin, angling it towards me as I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip.

“N-No, it hadn’t come up in conversation.”

My touch instantly fell away, turning my head to pin Dan with my gaze. He was still stood outside the shop, curiously observing our interaction as he was forced to try and determine what was happening through the movement of our mouths.

“He’s nice, Harry.”

I could tell by the tone of Bo’s voice she was desperately trying to convince me. My eyes squeezed closed in exasperation before locking my gaze with the girl sat in the passenger seat. She had no idea he had been shamelessly checking her out minutes before. Her innocence still proved to be something of an astonishment to me. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to let this guy take advantage of her naivety. Bo really did have no clue the effect she had on males.

I let out a deep breath, pushing up the sleeves of my shirt to cool down.

“I’m going to have a little chat with him.” I spoke coldly.

Bo reached out to grab my hand.

“Harry, don’t.”

But I was already out of the car.

Bo’s POV

I scrabbled to remove my bag and chuck it on the backseat. The passenger door could still only be opened from the outside so I clambered over the middle console to the driver’s door. I glanced out the windscreen to see where Harry was. My eyes widened when he momentarily looked back. His arm rose as he clicked the automatic lock on the key.

I yanked at the handle but it wouldn’t budge. My mouth parted in disbelief. He’d locked me in.

“Harry!” I yelled through the glass.

But he ignored my protest, continuing to walk towards Dan, who looked a little bewildered. I was forced to sit and watch as Harry had his “little chat.” His back was towards me, which I knew was a deliberate move, that way I wouldn’t be able to see his face.

Harry was overreacting. Dan had been really sweet today at work. We had talked between serving customers, something I would do with most of the staff at the shop. It wasn’t anything special, we were just being friendly. But of course Harry blew things way out of proportion; his protective side looming over me once again.

I was still seated on the driver’s side when Harry approached the car. He clicked the button on the key, unlocking the door. As soon as it was open I stumbled out. My attitude was a little hostile towards him, refusing to meet his green gaze as I yanked the back door open to retrieve my bag. How dare he lock me in his car. What on earth was he thinking?

“Bo. Where the hell are you going?” Harry asked.

I attempted to walk away but my wrist became imprisoned in his large hand. He tugged me, backing me up against the side of his car. My fingers were still tightly wrapped round the strap of my bag.

“Let go.”

Harry’s voice was low and I knew he was trying to stay calm. I instantly released my bag, to hear it drop to the floor, my eyes trained solely on his face. His warm body was pressed to mine, preventing me from escape. My heart was pumping fast, breath coming out in short puffs. Both my wrists were now pinned to the metal of his car as he stared down at me. His orbs dark.

I nervously peered to the right to see Dan still stood, eyes wide as he observed our interaction. I had grown used to Harry’s domineering gestures, but goodness knows how others portrayed the possessive behaviour. I quickly turned back when I heard what almost sounded like a growl from the back of Harry’s throat. His jaw was tense, grip tightening.

“You’re mine.” He deeply confirmed.

His face relaxed a little, a smirk forming on his plump lips as he glanced over to Dan. His expression was almost goading before his focus averted back to me. I was surprised when his lips forcefully came down onto mine. His hot tongue prying into my mouth, exploring. My eyes were squeezed closed as he continued to use his strength, keeping me sandwiched between his body and the vehicle.

I think Harry was aware of my reluctance towards his forceful advances, my posture not as willing as he would have liked. It was then he decided to raise my hands up, my tips brushing his curls before he released his hold. My fingers were instantly wound into his hair, fisting at the soft ringlets. I tugged on them, hard. My intention was for him to recognise my objection to his overbearing dominance , knowing full well it was for the benefit of Dan, who I assumed was still watching on. Harry was claiming his territory over me. But instead of backing away as I hoped he would, the throaty moan he emitted took me by surprise. The vibrations running through my entirety as he cupped his large hands under my thighs. It was then I remembered Harry liked it when I was rough with him, my actions completely backfiring. My body was lifted up, Harry forcing me to wrap my legs round his waist.

I couldn’t help but gasp as his full lips placed kisses along my jaw before sucking on the spot where it met my neck. My small cries of protest transformed into whimpers. Harry knew exactly what he was doing.

“Say it.” He breathlessly demanded.

I remained quiet. His torturous trail continuing down my neck. My fingers still tightly held his curls, his strong body pressing me further into the side of the car.

“Say it.” Harry’s voice a little harsher against my skin.

I knew his level of annoyance was heightening as his lips pressed forcefully to my sensitive skin. My mouth parted as his intensity increased, Harry’s actions unforgiving as he severely sucked. Teeth grazed the reddened skin. It all became too much as I forced out the words I knew he was waiting to hear.

“I-I’m yours…Harry I’m yours.” My pained voice whispered. 

He instantly unattached himself before pressing a delicate kiss to my neck. My hands weakly pressed to his chest.

“Let me down.”

My feet touched the floor seconds later, pushing my hair to the side and peering at my reflection in one of the vehicle’s darkened windows. Harry had marked me. Claimed his possession over me. What upset me more was that the horrendous love bite was in exactly the same position as the one he had given me when we had first met.

I quickly scooped up my bag from the floor, ignoring Harry’s pleas. Dan was no longer stood over by the shop; I was thankful for his absence. My feet carried me across the tarmac away from Harry.


I stopped, tears in my eyes. My fingers quickly wiping away the evidence of my frantic emotions.

“Aren’t you going to come?”

I swallowed down the lump in my throat, hearing footsteps approach behind me. My bottom lip trembled slightly as I stood frozen to the spot, not quite sure of how to handle the situation. My mind was still trying to process what Harry had done. I had never been in this position before.

“I want you there…please.”

My heart was pumping, Harry’s raspy voice closer than I had expected. I jumped when he caught hold of my hand, cautiously walking round my body. He raised it up, mouth pressing a light kiss to the back. The same mouth that had abused my skin a few minutes earlier.

“Why did you do that?” I quietly asked.

His grip tightened, obviously referring to the little performance he had put on for Dan. I watched his eyes flicker to the sore mark he had inflicted onto my pale skin.

“He has to know.” Harry spoke coldly. “He can’t have you..nobody can.”

Why would he think I would allow that to happen? I had never been in a relationship before but I wasn’t ignorant to the fact you don’t go gallivanting off with some other bloke whilst you had a boyfriend. And why the hell would I want to do that anyway. I had Harry. He was all I wanted.

“Don’t you trust me?”

My voice holding more hurt than I had intended it to.

“Of course I do. It’s him and everyone else I don’t trust.”

My mouth began to dry as I stared at Harry. Dark curls were tousled on his head due to my fingers tugging at his ringlets. Unsuccessful attempts to force him to release his hold over me. His orbs had returned to a brighter shade of green, a stark contrast to the murky depths they were a short while before. His fingers still entwined with mine, lightly squeezing, aware I was still cautious to his touch.

“Bo, you’re still coming, right?” His voice a little desperate.

I peered up to Harry, his pretty eyes full of worry. No matter how hard I tried to dismiss the idea, I knew I had been slowly falling for him. The tall, curly-haired guy with an unpredictable darkness. Surely it couldn’t happen this fast. I found myself counting down the hours before I got to see him, waiting for him to call or text during the time when we were separated. My constant yearning for him was beginning to frighten me. And so was the depths he was willing to go to protect me.

I rested my forehead to his chest, arms wrapping round his waist. My head lightly nodded before he cupped my chin, tilting it back. His touch withdrew.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry almost whispered.

His words clenched at my heart. The look of fear spread over his face, alarmed that he had pushed me too far this time. But I didn’t have it in me to deny him. All I wanted was for Harry to hold me, reassure me everything was going to be fine, forget about the bloody fight. The thought made me wince.

“Yes.” I breathed.

I barely registered the touch of his plump lips to mine, the intimate gesture so delicate and soft. How could he be so overwhelmingly possessive one minute then heart-flutteringly romantic the next? My eyes remained closed as our noses rubbed. Lips continually brushed as we shared each other’s warm breath. Harry’s strong arms had encircled my waist, holding me close in the embrace.

A small kiss was left to the corner of my mouth before lips carefully trailed down my neck. I tensed as Harry’s head lightly nudged mine to the side, increasing his access. His touch soothing over the love bite he had feverously created. But our hold didn’t last much longer, Harry pulling away. The absence of his warmth sent a chill through my shaken body.


His hand was held out for me to take. The simple gesture seeming to possess so much more meaning. My orbs travelled from his anxious face to the outstretched limb. It reminded me of the night he had rescued me. I had put all my trust into him. I watched Harry gulp down the fear, the fear of me not wanting him, just as he thought his family hadn’t wanted him.

I took his hand, a small smile spreading on his face. But as he guided me over to his waiting car I soon realised what would be taking place in a matter of hours. The event I had been dreading. The fight.


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