That Raspy Voice - A Harry Styles Fanfic

-Chapter 1-

I was scared. I was out of breath and panting. He was following me. Harry Styles. I continued to try to control my rapid pulse and heavy breathing. I continued the normal way to my flat. At the most I was two minutes away from my home Sadly, I then realized my mum had left for the United States yesterday. Tears were now streaming down my face as I tried to think of an escape plan.

Harry was basically a criminal. I wasnt a snitch so i didnt want to call the police. Most of his victoms were teen girls. It wasnt hard for him to be able to sleep with them considering his toned abs and muscular biceps.

Maddie snap out of it I thought. During my daydreaming i had ran four redlights, passed my flat, and let Harry catch up to my pink ford focus. I noticed Harry holding something out the window. I was praying that it wasnt a gun. Luckily it wasnt. It was a purse or clutch of somesort. I looked to my side. My purse wasnt there. I cursed under my breath. I quickly pulled into a nearby gas station and Harry followed.

I was almost certain he was intoxicated. Considering i had just left a local club that wasnt a horrible guess on my part. He stumbled shirtlessly out of his Porsche. He quickly handed me my purse when i cracked my window slightly. He then said in almost a whisper, "Get out of the car." By now i was trully horrified. His raspy voice was sexy and easy to obey. Even though i was scared i obeyed. His eyes skimmed by body up and down multiple times before saying, "You have an amazing body." My cheeks burnt with red at his comment. I quickly responded with, "Youre not half bad either babe."

What was i saying?! He then pulled me into a long kiss against my will. He laughed as i pulled away. "Im stronger than you think you know." "So am i" he stated quickly. He pushed me against the car and rubbed my back. This was somewhat soothing until his hands traveled down toward my bottom and other parts in that general area. I tried to run but couldnt. He caught my arm and pulled me into his arms again. He carried me bridal style to his car. I kicked and pinched. He just laughed at my hopelessness. We drove away and he said, "Is my flat alright?" This wasnt really a question this was a demand.

After arriving at his flat he gave me some clothes to wear. His house was cluttered but not considered messy. "Change," he said gently streaking my hair. "Get out." "No," he clearly stated, "i want to see whats under ALL of your clothes." My heart was pounding at his words. I sat there motionless. He then walked over removing my clothes and undergarmets for me. I was naked. He then removed all of his clothing also. I stood there covering my breasts and crotch trying to grab the clothes. Before i could grab them Harry quickly snatched them. "You think we are gonna wear clothes?" My eyes widened at his words. His hand point to the bed. I had no escape. I walked over to the bed climbing in. If i turn out pregnant im dead. Im only seventeen. He then climbed in after me and put me on top of him.