Little Red (Styles-A.U)

Chapter 4

Sorry it took so long but here's chapter 4

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Chapter 4

I'm back in that damn cell again, moaning in pain, when someone opens the cell doors and walks in. I try to look up but fail, once I gather up enough strength I lift my head up to see Harry looking at me with hate in his eyes. It hurt me more than it should have. He walks over to the table with torture instruments and picked up a big hunters knife. He turned back towards me and my eyes grow bigger with fear.

"Please don't." I plead. I try to scoot away but just fall back down on the cold cement floor. "Please don't, Harry. Please."

He back hands me and screams "Shut up!" He grabs me by the hair and throws me in the middle of the room and straddles my hips.

I wake with a jolt and feel a hand on my back and quickly whip around and grab the hand. As I'm about to break it, I finally focus on who it is and pull back because it's Harry. I lay back down on the bed and put a hand over my eyes.

After I calm my breathing down I look at Harry who looks at me with concern. 

"What were you dreaming about?" He asks in that incredibly sexy English accent. God, I never realized the effect mates could have cause all I wanted to do was pull him on top of me and kiss the crap out of him.

I pulled my thoughts together and steeled  myself before answering. "None of your business." I slipped out of his bed and then slowly realized what happened. I turned around to face him. "How did I get in your bed?" I glared at the extremely attractive man in his bed.

"Well you were having a nightmare and I brought you to my bed hoping the mate pull would calm you down." He said looking at me with a curious look. "Which brings me back to the question what were you dreaming about? Usually I would be glad when a girl screams my name in her sleep but you sounded terrified."

I get annoyed at the last statement, almost jealous that he wants other women dreaming about him. God, that sounds absolutely ridiculous. I nip the irritation in the butt and start walking towards the bathroom. I turn back to him.

"I need clothes, my boots, and underwear. Think you can handle that?" I ask sarcastically. I slam the bathroom door closed and lock it. I turn towards the mirror and run a hand down my tired face. I hear the bedroom door close and I quickly jump in the shower.

After I finish my shower, I find an unused toothbrush and brush my teeth. I look down at my dirty clothes and wrap a towel around my body. I unlock the door and walk out thinking Harry's not back yet, but to my surprise he's laying on the bed with his phone in one hand, the other behind his head, and shirtless.

I stop with my hand still on the door handle. My eyes run down his tattooed torso and I visibly gulp. Damn, mate pull! My eyes snap up to his when I hear a growl. His pupils are dilated and his eyes are roaming my body as well. He slowly gets off the bed and walks towards me and I'm frozen in place. My breathing picks up and it's definitely not from fear. He stands right in front of me and I can't take my eyes off his.

His arms encircle my waist and as his head comes closer to mine I snap out of the trance, and right before his lips connect with mine, I turn my head so his lips touch my cheek. It didn't stop him as his lips made the decent towards my neck. My eyes close and my breathing comes out harder, if that's possible. He nips at my pulse and I let out a soft moan and that makes him growl and pull me closer.

I break out of the trance and step back. I can see Harry try and bring me back to him but I slip under his arms and towards the bed. I pull tighter on the towel and put my indifference mask back on that I've worked very hard to master over the years. Thank goodness my hair is long enough to cover the top of my shoulders were my scars are.