Little Miss // Harry Styles baby

Three

"Harry Styles?" My drunken voice slurred out. I knew I heard his name from somewhere I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Yeah." He smiled and started up the engine.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well you need to not be drunk when you get home..." He said to me as he leaned across my whole body and lowered the seat back.

"Woah!" I half yelled, "I'm not drunk, you are!"

He laughed and shook his head, "go to bed."

I nodded because I really was getting sleepy and I didn't want to pass out in front of him, so I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. I was awoken with a jolt as something in my stomach flipped. I unbuckled the seatbelt and didn't even realize that Harry was driving as I tried opening the door, but it was locked.

"Open the door!" I demanded banging on the side of it knowing there was only a matter of time before I could hold it in.

Harry laughed, "no you're safe with me."

"I'm going to puke!" I said now getting angry with him.

The car came to a quick stop and he unlocked the door. I swung the door open as quick as I could and fell to the hard dirt ground. How are we still on the trail? I didn't want to think about the party anymore as I threw up loudly. I felt my hair being pulled back so it wouldn't get in the mess I've created.

"I'm never drinking ag-" I started but was cut off by more puke.

I heard Harry chuckle as I wiped my mouth, "are you done?" He asked.

"I think so." I replied standing up slowly.

"Come on I'll take you home now."

"I can walk..." I said my brain now a bit clearer knowing not to get in the truck.

Harry grabbed my arm tight and I ripped it away taking a huge step back, "get in the truck." He said his voice still and dry.

"No!" I half yelled.

Harry grabbed both of my arms and wrestled me into the truck. My small body couldn't do anything as he pulled me his hands tight around my arms, I fought and resisted as well as I could, but it was no use for Harry as he towered above me. I was totally restrained like the goat I was milking earlier today. Harry got me into the truck and buckled the seatbelt around me, he ran to the other side of the truck and got himself in before I could think of trying to escape.

"Where do you live?" He asked me.

I didn't want to talk to him, I was scared of him. I didn't know who this man was or what he wanted. The thought of what he wants from me only made me cringe. I didn't answer him, I pursed my lips tightly wanting him to feel as awkward as I felt.

"What's your name?" He asked me as he drove down the dirt road.

"Brie." I said my voice dry and monotone.

"Brie." Harry repeated, "such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl."

I tired not to grin or blush, no guy has ever called me beautiful before. Every guy at school was head over heals in love with the cheer captain Brittney. I looked out the window at the dark night sky. I've never seen what a city is like at this time of night, mom never let me leave the farm after seven. I heard that it's bright full of street lights and the buzz of people walking or driving in their cars.

"Where are we going." I said more of a statement than a question.

"Well I'm not really sure Brie." Harry said, I furrowed my eyebrows how does he not know where were going!? "You haven't told me where you love yet, now have you?"

"You're bringing me home?" I asked being clear on the instructions.

"Yes." He replied looking at me.

"Fine." I stated not giving him the address of my house but directing him in which way to go. I didn't need this creep to know my a dress, mom would kill me!

Harry finally pulled up next to the huge white pocket fence that surrounded the acreage to keep drunk teens, and animals from getting in and out. I unbuckled the seatbelt and checked the time quickly on the trucks radio, it was 1:30AM and tomorrow I had school! I did a quick scan of the front of the house and noticed the kitchen light was on, shit I thought knowing mom was up waiting for my arrival so she could yell and scream at me.

"Thank you." I said to Harry as I grabbed the cold door handle.

"No problem." He smiled, I opened the door up and hopped out of the truck my feet hitting the ground roughly, "hey could I get your number?" The British mans voice asked.

I smirked and looked him over, in the moonlight he didn't look half bad. I decided to give him my number and then I hobbled off to the fence. I slowly climbed over it trying my best not to moon Harry as I climbed over. I ran through the front field looking back occasionally seeing Harry's trucks head lights on and still watching me. But as I grew closer to the house and looked back to see if the man I was with was still there, he wasn't. I was partly relieved that he wasn't watching me but also a little upset he wasn't still there. I found my way to my bedroom window I had jumped out of and pulled my slender body threw the window.

My room was the exact same as I had left it earlier, door shut, closet door opened, clothes scattered across the floor, and a messy bed. I peeled the dress off of me which now wreaked of a mixture or alcohol and vomit. I put on some sweatpants and a tank top before crawling into bed. I hardly could fall asleep my mind was occupied with the punishments I would get, and of course Harry Styles.

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