The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 3

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" A deep raspy voice booms behind me.

I know that thick British accent. Fuck, Harry.

"Did you hear me hippie? What the hell are you doing in my room?" Harry repeats, harsh.

His long legs stride towards me, snatching the book out of my hands. My head is twirling now too. He waves a hand in front of my face.

"Evie was going to pass out, so she told me to bring her here," I try to defend myself.

He takes in a deep breath.

"She drank too much," my voice soft.

"Ya, I heard you the first time," he runs his hand through his hair.

Clearly he's upset. Why do I always end up seeing him?

"She can't stay here," he says.

"Why not?" I fold my arms.

"Well Lawley. No one is allowed to stay in my room if you didn't hear me," he hides a dumb smirk.

"Oh...Okay. So only girls who make out with you can stay with you?" I feel braver.

This time he lets the smirk out, "that wasn't my room. Are you suggesting we make out? Sorry you're not my type."

"Oh please like I would want to ruin my night. And fine you take her out. I have to leave," I roll my eyes.

"Goodnight Lina," I hear him say as I leave his room.

There has got to be a bathroom up here. I try two doors, but they don't budge. The third door to my luck is the bathroom. I close the door immediately and crumble to the floor. Tears falling down my cheeks. Suddenly my phone begins to ring. Damon.

"Hello?" I try not to sound like I'm crying.

"Lina? Are you alright?" He asks worried.

"No," I cry.

"Baby just tell me where you are and I can pick you up," he speaks softly.

Hearing his voice calms me a bit. I miss him, I miss everything I used to know.

"I'll text you my location. I don't know where exactly."

I press the home button and share my location with Damon. Thank you iPhones for allowing to actually share locations now.

"Okay, I'm coming. I'll call you when I get there, okay baby?" His voice so smooth.

The door handle jiggles and I sit up.

"Just a minute," I call out an wipe my face.

Great, my mascara smudged. I'm a total failure.

"Call me when you're here, okay? Bye," I hang up the phone.

I try to fix my raccoon eyes again with pieces of toilet paper. The person begins to bang on the door impatiently.

"I said just a min.." I stop, as I open the door.

Pure green eyes pour into mine. I never noticed his eyes till now. Harry looks away quickly and I push past him with an annoyed sigh. He grabs my forearm, twisting me around.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yell, trying to jerk away.

"Have you been crying?" He almost sounds curious.

If it wasn't Harry I would actually think he's being concerned. I look away from him, still trying to get out of his grip.

"Just leave me alone," I whimper as his grasp gets tighter.