Dark. (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Seven.

"Just get in the car." He aggressively demanded.

My breath trembled out of my mouth as I stumbled back, shaking my head in disgust. Urgently I turned, taking off into a sprint across the car park. My body quickly weaved through the many cars. My heart rate increased when I glanced back, Harry was right behind me. His longer legs gave him a stronger advantage, it would've been difficult for me to outrun him.

I whimpered as a large hand wound round my wrist, tugging me back and preventing me from escaping. I couldn't control my actions as my hand flew up to Harry's face, and he wasn't very happy about it. His green orbs narrowed on me. Harry's expression darkened. I watched the change as I took a step back, immediately reggretting my actions.

I let out a scream as Harry's warm hands placed themselves on my hips, lifting me up and easily throwing me over his shoulder. My fists pounded into his back cursing at him, in an attempt to force Harry to release me, just like I had at the party. But he didn't. Ignoring my protests as he walked us across the car park.

"Harry!"

I fisted the back of his t shirt between my fingers.

"Put me down, you asshole!"

I was lifted from his shoulder seconds later, placed in front of Harry. Harry stepped closer, instinctively I moved back; only to let out a gasp when my body made contact with the side of his car; Harry coming closer, almost pinning me against it.

"You hit him." I accused.

"Yeah." He replied casually, like he could be sipping on a cup of tea whilst disscusing the topic.

His response was almost taunting, not really expecting him to admit it. He wanted me to retaliate.

"Why?"

"He got in my way." Harry's raspy voice sounded as he shrugged.

I said nothing at that.

"Get in the car."

Harry reached for my hand, but I flinced away, still pissed. Harry decided to ignore it instead of dragging on the fight. Harry yanked the passenger door open, looking at me paitently as he waited for me to do as I was told. I did, hating myself for it. But I didn't really have a choice. I didn't want to end up like Steve- or even worse. I kept my back pressed to the vehicle, slidding across it until I reached the door.

The car ride to mine was quiet. I'd glance to Harry every now and then, my eyes always falling onto his hands and his battered up knuckles. I took note of his hands gripped tightly to the wheel. His jaw was tensed as he kept his gaze out the window. I kept my stares short, trying not to get caught.

It felt like ages until we pulled up outside my house.

"I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow."

He didn't even look at me. Why was he angry at me, I wasn't the one who had just punched someone in the face. My eyes flickered to his right hand again, the small cuts being a reminder of his short temper and that I probably shouldn't anger him. I unbuckled my seat belt and waited for Harry to walk around and open my door. Once I had stepped down I quickly walked past him and crossing the road to the path adjacent.

"Louis."

I swivelled round just as Harry caught my hand. It surprised me when he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. His curls tickled my skin as he pulled away.

"See you tomorrow."

I gave him a small nod, Steve's bloodied face still present in my mind. Harry slowly released my hand, strolling back over the road to his car.

Next day.

"You can't go out with him again, Lou. I telling you not to." Stan warned.

I hit the loud speaker before placing the phone down on my bed.

"It's not like I want to, but you should have seen what he did to Steve's face."

"All the more reason not to go. I don't want you to get hurt." Stan replyed.

But that's exactly why I had to go.

I jumped slightly as there was a knock on my door.

"Sorry, I have to go."

He said goodbye before I hung up the phone.

"It's open." I called out for my mum to enter.

I had my back to the door, my focus currently on the clothes hung up in my wardrobe. My fingers flicked through the hangers before pulling out a top.

"Mum, what do...."

I turned round, only to drop the clothing I was holding up. Harry stood with a smirk, his eyes staring into me. I became very aware I was only wearing boxers. His vision grazed up and down my body before he spoke.

"I was hoping you were going to wear something a little sexier." He winked, gesturing to the clothing I had dropped.

No words came out of my mouth as I watched him stroll over to my bed. He sat down, leaning back on his elbows as I stood in front of him. Harry glanced round my room, taking in the surroundings before connecting with my gaze again.

"I...How did you get in?" I shook my head.

"Your mum let me in."

I was going to have to have serious words with her.

"You should wear that." He continued, pointing to a lose tank top hanging beside me.

"No."

He deeply laughed at my blunt response. I turned away from him to pull out some black skinny jeans and a top. A gasp fell from my lips as I felt his close proximity as I spun round. Harry smiled, his chest practically touched mine as he reached his arm up behind my head.

His blazer I had hung up on my outside of my wardrobe door was now off the hanger and he shrugged it on, pushing up the sleeves. Harry's scent filling my senses, but I mentally shook it off.

"I'm going to change." I informed him, about to step forward when a hand was placed on my lower back.

"You can change in here, I don't mind." He smirked.

I let out a groan before pushing him away from me, walking to my bathroom. I made sure the door was locked before undressing.

***

Once changed I opened the door only to find Harry stood over by my chest of drawers with his back to me.

"Harry."

He turned with a grin on his face, showing off his dimples. My mouth fell agape at what he held in his hand.

"I love these." He winked.

Quickly stumbling over to him, I yanked the underwear from his grip. Shoving them back in the drawer before slamming it closed.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I asked rhetorically, running my fingers through my hair, messing it up- but that was the least of my problems.

He stood laughing as the pink rose in my cheeks. I sharply turned from him slipping on my shoes and grabbing my jacket.

"You look hot." He whispered, his lips moving against my ear.

My breath trembled at the feeling of his strong arms wrapping round my waist from behind; but recovered rather quickly. I squeezed my eyes closed as his fingers fixed my hair, brushing it to the side, full lips connecting to the skin just below my ear.

"H-Harry, Stop." I stuttered quietly.

Strangely he pulled away, grabbing my hand as he smiled, leading me out of the room.