This Isn't Love

Morgan encounters a mysterious, yet breathtaking boy. Although she wants to, she can't resist him.


8. Chapter 8

"Harry, where are we?" We had been walking for a few minutes and the darkness wasn't helping my already bad thoughts.

"We're almost at the club." He still had a tight hold on my left hand.

"You've been saying that for five minutes." My tone was anything but joyful.

"Morgan, relax." His words made my mood even worse.

"Look, I'm not-" I was cut off by his lips forcefully pressing to mine as he pinned me between his body and the building we happened to be walking past. His large hands came to either side of my face to cup my pink cheeks. After a few seconds I realized he wasn't going end the kiss anytime soon, so I reached my much smaller hands up to his chest in attempt to push his body away from me.

"Harry-" I tried to speak between his forceful pecks. "Stop." I started to walk back in the direction that we had come from.

"Morgan." He grabbed my arm.

"Harry, I want to go home." My tone was firm.

"Please, let's finish the date." He pleaded, his green eyes piercing mine. I groaned before he took my hand once again and we continued to walk down the dark sidewalk. I was in a daze with the ground until I felt Harry tug my arm, signaling me to turn down the ally.

"Harry." I squeezed his hand.

"Come on." He opened a door that I wasn't even able to see in the darkness. I immediately heard the pounding music and loud voices. Harry seemed to know his way around pretty well, leading us to a booth in the corner full of people.

"You finally made it!" A blonde guy rose from the table.

"Morgan this is Niall." Harry introduced him.

"Hi." I gave a smile.

"This is my girlfriend, Maddie." Niall's Irish accent spoke again.

"Here, sit." She immediately spoke to me. I took her offer, smiling at her as Niall and Harry walked over to the bar.

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