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As Harry kept driving he had a stern look on his face he moved his hand on my inner thigh rubbing slowly I felt goose bump rise on my skin from his touch
I suddenly spoke up "what are you gonna do to me" I said
He kept silent
"What do you think" he said plastering a creepy smirk on his face
I looked at him in disgust
I slapped his hand when it went higher up my leg closer to my private part
"I have a date to go "
I whined
"Shut up"he said
We arrived at a house which I assume is his
He grabs my hair and my two hands to stop me from escaping from his forceful grasp
"Ow what the hell get off me " I yelled only interrupted once again being covered by his hand that muffled my screams and cries
He pull the house door open and he drags me to his basement and slaps me
"From now on you don't call me harry you call me mister styles " he said
"Am I clear " he holds me by my neck
"Yes Mr.Styles"
"Good"
He smirks
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