Intense (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter One - I want you to rock me

I look up from the drink that I have in my hand, not realising that I'd been swirling the straw around for a good ten minutes. There was a circle of people on the floor playing spin the bottle, couples pairing off to enter the closet for '7 minutes of heaven'. It was my sister's 21st birthday so I was surrounded by people a good two or three years older than me, not that I was actually expecting to get with anyone anyway, but it was made clear that I had no chance. 

'Lou....Lou.....LOUISE'  

I sharply snapped out of my stare to see my sister standing in front of me. 

'Lou, don't be a bore!! Come play with us, come on it's just a bit of fun...you never know what might happen'  

She winked at me and laughed, taking a sip from her wine glass, even though I was sure she'd had too much already. 

I shook my head  

'Nah, I'm okay thanks Em, I think they're all a bit old for me here' 

I looked up, giving her a weak smile, knowing that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Before I could resist, she grabbed me by my arm and plonked me down in the circle. 

'It'll be fun, trust me' 

She whispered in my ear before getting up and rejoining the circle.  

Great, I thought to myself, this is going to be sooo awkward!!! 

I looked up from my lap and saw a curly haired guy sitting opposite me in the circle, surprised I hadn't noticed him before. His beautiful green orbs stared deep into mine. I blushed and quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks burn. I tried to avoid his gaze but somehow I was drawn back to his eyes every time. I suddenly snapped back to reality, realising that the bottle was slowing down and coming to a stop at me. I began to panic, my heart beating hard against my chest.  

'Okay, whoever the bottle lands on next has to spend 7 minutes of heaven in the closet with Lou!!'  

My sister shrieked, making my cheeks turn a deeper shade of red than before.The curly haired guy now broke our intense hold, now focusing on the bottle. I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to know who I was about to encounter the most awkward and longest 7 minutes of my life with! I slowly opened my eyes, looking straight at the still bottle. I followed the direction of the bottle to a familiar pair of green orbs. A cheeky smirk spread across his face, flashing his dimples. He looked down, ruffling his hands through his curls before shaking them and fixing them back into place. He got to his feet and walked towards me, reaching out his hand for me to take. I stared up at the guy that stood before me. His white t-shirt tightly gripped at his chest, showing his tattooed arms and his skinny black jeans that revealed his bulge. I quickly removed my gaze from his body back to his eyes.  

'Oh what the hell' I thought, as I drunk the remainder of my Malibu and carefully took his hand. We walked towards the door of the closet, hand in hand. We reached the closet, and he forcefully shut the door as soon as we got inside. Although I couldn't see his perfect face anymore, I could feel his intense stare on me again and a smile growing across his face once more. He leaned into my neck, softly whispering into my ear 

'You're beautiful, Lou' 

His breath tickled my skin as he spoke which sent shivers down my spine and produced goose bumps all over my body. I heavily breathed out, not realising that I'd been holding my breath this entire time. He softly laughed as he realised and drew back slightly. He reached down to my wrists, keeping a firm grip on them before pinning them up against my head. He forcefully pushed his body against mine, making sure I couldn't escape his hold. He leaned his head in towards mine, his lips brushing mine before parting them and meeting mine. I felt like I was going to faint with the overwhelming sensation, it was like nothing I've ever experienced before. I felt him push his hips into mine, beginning to grind against me. I gasped, pushing him back.  

'Wh-wh-what are you doing' I stammered. 

'Babe, we're just getting started'. He cheekily responded. 

I panicked, not knowing what to do. I mean, it's a bit far isn't it?! 

A knock sounded against the door causing me to breathe a sigh of relief. 

'Times' up' called the voice from the other side of the door. 

He let go of my wrists before turning around and grunting, hitting his hand against the wall in frustration. It was obvious he was desperate to finish what he had started. He turned back to me, whispering in his raspy tone 

'We can go back to mine'. 

My jaw dropped, not knowing how to react. I began to stutter again. 

'I-I-I can't' 

I fumbled with the door handle, before opening it and running straight for the stairs, dodging past the many bodies in the house. As I reached the landing, I looked down to see those familiar eyes staring back at me. He looked...hurt. He turned away and made for the door, slamming it behind him. 

What am I supposed to do now?