They can't know about us - Harry Styles fan fiction.

A third side...

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I stepped out the car and it was dark, a big building with pounding music stood infront of me. Harry grabbed my hand and led me in, as I stumbled with my heels. We walked up to a long queue, great my feet were killing and now a queue. Harry began cutting in, easing his way around people as they grumbled. ''Harry!'' I angrily whispered but he kept on walking going straight to the bouncer, he whispered something in his ear and he opened up the rail and let us in. Harry winked at me pulling me into this misty, sweaty, dark, loud room. His head began nodding to the rythym of the music, bringing me close squeezing my hips again.

Lots of boys began grinding against me and other girls, everyone closing in. I hated it. Being cramped in, sweaty bodies draped all over you. Harry began protectively leading me away from the boys yet didn't mind when girls were dancing around him. Lots of them began whispering things in his ear while I just stared at him. ''Harry?'' I said unsure. He was whispering something back to some slut with dip dyed bright blue hair and red lipstick. A boy began pulling my hand aggresively. I snatched it away from him turning around to see him looking at me trying to grab me again. I turned back to Harry and he wasn't paying any attention at all. ''Harry?!'' I asked pleadingly as the boy began grabbing my stomach and waist pulling me away. Harry didn't even look up, he couldn't hear me. This boy was now tugging me very impatiently. ''Harry'' I screamed angrily. Why couldn't he fucking listen?! I was sweating now and this boy kept tugging at me, digging his hands into my skin. The music was pounding into my ears and I began shaking all over, itching everywhere, feeling fustrated. This stranger was now running his hands all over MY body. Harry still paying no attention, everyone dancing around unaware. I pushed the stranger out of the way and stormed outside the back door of the club, the cold air hitting me. The anger inside me began slowly draining out and I calmed myself down. I stood there quietly when I heared the door go. ''Harry?'' I called out, wondering if he had realized I was gone. There was no answer but I saw a dark shadow approaching me. ''Harry!'' I called out again, louder this time. The unknown figure stepped out into the light and it was the boy that had been groping me back in the club earlier. I backed away from him nervously but he gripped my hand, licking his lips. ''Dont run away from me'' he said deepily breathing all over my face. ''Get off'' I yelled twisting my wrist trying to stagger away, but he held on. ''You're not going anywhere'' he said grinning leaning into me before ramming his tongue down my throat, holding onto my hips so I couldn't escape. Suddenly he collapsed on the ground and there was Harry infront of me, staring at me hurt. The guy on the floor got up and started squaring up to Harry before spitting on the floor next to Harry and began walking back int the club. Harry yanked him back holding him by his top and the guy began choking, coughing and spluttering everywhere. ''Don't fucking start'' Harry shouted into his face before chucking him to the ground. The guy fell to the ground. Still. Harry had knocked him out. My face grew pale as Harry stared at me in anger, harshly tugging me towards the door, tearing through the crowds of people, shoving everyone out the way and climbed into the car waiting for me to get in. 

We sat there in silence while he drove, looking straight ahead. I was unaware that I was crying until I felt the tears slide off my face. We didn't speak the whole way home. He stopped outside my house, waiting for me to get out. I was unsure of what to do. ''Get out then'' Harry spat. ''Whats wrong?'' I asked him crying. ''Ab shut up, I don't even know why you're crying'' he spat. ''Harry tell me whats wrong please!'' I pleaded him, tears now streaming down my face, gribbing onto his arm as he tried to shake me off. ''Put it this way, I don't take you out to go and slam another guy outside'' he yelled. ''Slam another guy?! He pratically dragged me outside and you didn't notice because you were to intrested in the other girls throwing themself towards you!'' I shouted back.                                                   ''Whatever, maybe if you didn't dress like a slut he wouldn't of gone for you!'' he shouted. I snapped then, reaching forward, slapping him against his hot face. ''I dressed like this because of you!'' I snapped, releasing my hand to reveal his angered face. He got out of the car slamming the door, I sat there shaking with fear, angriness. Harry was stood outside the car, I looked straight ahead, angrily ripping the tears of the surface of my skin. 

After a while of me calming myself down, Harry got back into the car silently still not saying a word and began driving again. I started shaking again. ''H-harry, I need to go h-home?'' I asked, trying to unlock the car door wondering if I could just jump out. ''We are going home, to my home'' he said quietly. ''Harry stop, please you're scaring me'' I cried out, my face crumpling. He pulled over reaching towards a block of rough flats, he walked on ahead not waiting for me. I was unsure, should I run for it? I didn't know where we were? It looked rough, but then again it was 1:00 I couldn't see in the midst of this darkness. I scuttled after him, I didn't have the bottle to walk off into an unknown area. We went up some stairs and reached an upstairs, a corridor of doors. Harry stopped outside one, pressing the keys into the lock. He turned on the light and waited for me to come inside. He gave me a blank stare and then nodded towards the shabby sofa in the grotty corner. He sighed dropping his keys on the kitchen counter before leaving the room. I stood there self-conciously, my makeup had clearly fallen, ran down my face. I looked at my surroundings. Was this Harry's house? Everything was placed awkwardly as if it wasn't really together, it had just been chucked down. Dust had began to gather. I heard Harry running a bath. 

I sighed trying not to cry again. I quickly undressed myself realizing I would have to sleep in my underwear considering I had no pyjamas. Wait. Whats that? Harry has an old t-shirt. Its black, plain and big. I shove it over my head the smell of him making me feel upset. A wave of emotion washed over me once more. I didn't want to know Harry if he's like this. What's wrong with him? For gods sake, I am just left downstairs stranded in a house that may or may not be his. Left to sleep on the sofa and I don't even know where I am.

I recollect my memory from an hour before. Harry's angry face. His body pressed against the car. While he left me there, he didn't care what I felt like. I curled up into a ball, shivering. Harry couldn't care less. He's just a guy that sticks around for fun, now he knows I can't always give him that. I'll go to sleep now and then leave first thing in the morning. What is his problem?