I'm Not Scared Of You // Harry Styles

Chapter 2

Katelins POV

He broke off the kiss and stared wide eyed to something behind me. "What's wrong?" I asked . "N-nothing....." he stuttered. Gee I wonder what he was looking at. "I- I have to go. Sorry bye!". He ran right out the club, I didn't get his number or anything. I go back to my group of friends who are laughing probably at nothing, just really drunk. I'm just standing here when a stong, large hand grabs my shoulder. I gasp and turn around. A tall man with dark jeans, white converse, and a tight white v neck t-shirt that shows his abs perfectly. I look up and see his curly mop of brown hair and dark green orbs. He was hot I'm not gonna lie. "Hello love, like what you see?" his husky deep british accent stuck in my head. He obviously saw me checking him out. "I - I , I'm Katelin." I stuttered. He grabs me by my forearm and leads me to the dance floor. He starts to kiss my neck, but I don't respond. I don't know how to respond really. He sucks on my skin and I felt the blood rush to the spot, sure to leave a mark. He stares down at me with his green orbs. " I own you now." He says. What's that supposed to mean? He pulls me closer and takes my purse. He rummages through my purse and pulls out my phone. After a couple minutes he gave me everything back. Did he just put his number in my phone? Whatever. "I'm gonna go back to my friends now..." I spoke, just above a whisper. He chuckles deeply, "OK I'll text ya later love." he winks.

I head over to my group of drunk friends. "Guys let's go I'm driving." Considering the fact I'm the only one closest to sober. We stumble over to Lynns black range rover. Sitting in the drivers seat, I start the ignition and drive to Lynns house.

"Come on girls were home!" I yelled, attempting to snap the girls out of there hazing, drunk state of mind. I hear multiple groans and car door slams while entering the house. "Well Lynn I don't feel like going home I'm staying the night" I announce. "Whatever my bitchhh" she slurred. I sigh and make my way up the staircase to the bathroom. I clean my face and go downstairs and crash on the couch, surrounded by my drunken friends at 12:46 am.

I wake up on the couch at 3:38 am from a text. I grab my phone out of my black coach bag.

from Harry

Hey babe see ya tonight at 8:00pm. I'll be at your house.

to Harry

First off I'm not your babe, and second, what makes you think I'm going on a date with you? Oh and how do u know where I live?

I never got an answer. I passed out again on the couch wondering about the mysterious Harry.