18 - h.s

prologue

Sophia Elliott

I felt a presence towering over my back and then a pair hands snake round me and hold my hips, a heat right next to my head and my heart began to race.

"You wanna piss off your parents?" A voice rasped into my ear, the voice was low and husky along with an aroma of strong cologne interlaced with the scent of cigarettes that came over me, my eyed widened when the realisation hit me of who it was stood behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer with each breath he took.

"Excuse me?" I spoke up, trying to assert some dominance in my tone, albeit failing and instead my voice was laced with a squeaky and pathetic tone, I mentally cursed myself, forming my lips into a line and shut my eyes at my failure to be assertive here. 

I was suddenly met with striking green eyes as I realised I was spun around by my hips, able to put a face to the voice, confirming my initial ideas. He looked over my face, his eyes flicking between mine and down to my lips, then all over my body and finally back up to meet my eyes again. His hands still rested on my hips, holding me tightly as he looked down at his hand placement and a smirk emerged onto his face.

"You wanna scare them?" He held his smirk and trailed his eyes all over my face once again, seeming to make a mental note of everything about me. "You wanna show them you're all grown up?" He traced his tongue over his lip to wet it then flicked his eyes down at my lips again, making my heart race and my mouth turn bone dry.

"W-what are you talking about Harry? I'm confused." I tried to be assertive to the large man towering over me, his hands still firmly on my hips, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. "You know what? I don't even want to know." I shook my head and made the quick and possibly wrong decision to quickly reach down to where his hands held me tightly and pryed them off, beginning to walk away from him, trying to gather my thoughts of what just fucking happened back there. I stopped in the corridor and looked back and he was no longer stood there, "maybe my assertiveness did work on that asshole for once." I muttered to myself, pulling my phone from my jacket pocket and unlocking it.

I pushed off to walk again but was met with yet another obstacle. I looked up, those bright green eyes flashing at mine once again, mentally cursing myself for not realising I couldn't get away from him this easy, I knew this. Why did I even try?

"Asshole huh?" He questioned and looked me up and down again, making me uncomfortable, his eyes then staring deeply into mine, my heart began to race and my palms began to get sweaty from the thought of him stood in front of me again, in very close proximity. My chest was met with his from when i walked into him, our faces inches apart. "Now," he whispered "that wasn't very 'treat people with kindness' of you," he smirked and leant on the wall behind me, turning me so my back was against the wall that was once to my right side, his hand was placed right next to my head as he leant over me, his intimidation over me increasing rapidly by the second. 

"Since when do you 'treat people with kindness'? What are you even babbling on about?" I tried to say with a harsh tone and moved left so I could try and remove myself from the position he had me in but he just moved his other hand to the other side of my head, well and truly trapping me here for a short amount of time while he did what he wanted to do, that's the thing about this dickhead right here, he always gets what he wants, no matter what it takes or how long it takes. Prick. "What do you want? just cut to the chase. I have somewhere to be." I lied right through my teeth, just trying to get out of here at this point.

"Oh, important are we?" he smirked, acknowledging the control he had over me, and most likely knowing that I'm lying right to his face. "I'm trying to help you here babe," He chuckled, shaking his head, blowing air through his nose. I was overtaken with utter confusion and this was clearly evident from his look at my reaction to his words. His eyes flicked between mine, almost trying to work out what I was thinking, that son of a bitch is good at that.

"Wh-"

"Yeah I know, 'what do I mean?' right?" He rolled his eyes at me and shook his head. I was astounded, my eyes widened and I leant back even further into the wall as he leaned closer to me, if I tried to go any further I would end up on the other side of the wall. My breathing quickened and I looked down at the floor, just wanting this to be over so I could go, he knew damn well he had a hold over me, my reaction to him just confirming this to him, further pushing his huge douchebag ego. He's a prick and he knows he's a prick but he's a prick that gets what he wants so why should he give a shit about other people's feelings as long as he gets what he aimed for, which he always does.

He leaned in even closer, my eyes screwing shut in fear, at this point I don't even care if I looked pathetic, I was scared of him and what I wasn't afraid to do, was admit that. I felt his cold fingers under my chin, the sudden cold contact to my skin startling me a little, and my head being lifted up to look at him.

"Look at me."  

I opened my eyes slowly and held eye contact with him, me having to look up to meet his eyes because he was so tall, I wasn't necessarily small, he was just obnoxiously tall. This did not help me in the slightest with my issue of being scared of him though.

 "Good girl." 

My heart began to race faster, my palms becoming even tackier if that were even possible, I tried to hide my inner reaction as best I could, most likely failing horribly. Fuck I really am not good at this. In my head, I tried to talk myself up to say something but I could get nothing to escape my mouth. Harry smirked at the effect he was having on me, giving me a look of 'I won'. This triggered something in me to try and snap back at him.

"Look, Harry. I know you've got a big ass ego, you arrogant son of a bitch, but I am not hooking up with you if that's what this is." Okay Soph, what was that? I was astounded at myself that I could even say that to him, but I was most likely soon to regret it. I tried my best to stand tall, away from the wall in a bid to me more dominant but as soon as I said this he laughed in my face.

"You are absolute gold, you know that?" He laughed, throwing his head down to look at the linoleum floor and shaking his head. I watched in confusion as with each shake of his head, his curls bounced on top of his head, each seemingly with a mind of their own free will, finally something harry doesn't have control over. "Wow," He whispered, chuckling again and peeling his right hand away from me and only leaning on the left one next to my head at this point, his other hand being placed in the pocket of his jeans. I let out a breath that I didn't even realise I was holding at the new found space between our two bodies. 

"What?" I whispered, my tone and body language regressing back to my previous state of anxiousness, the norm for me, honestly. My anxiety morphed to embarrassment as he distinctly just laughed in my face. He leaned back and played with his sliver ring on his middle finger, looking at his chipped black nail polish. 

"You think I wanna fuck you?" He echoed his previous laugh again and threw his head back, "Don't flatter yourself honey," He bought his head back down and spoke with a stern tone of voice, juxtaposing his previous light tone. His trail of sight worked all round my face, flicking between my lips and my eyes, and then down my chest, down to my thighs and snapped back up to my eyes, the sudden eye contact making my breath hitch and my heart begin racing again. 

What the fuck is his game?

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and smirked, "Date me."