Dark. (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Eight.

Harry slung an arm around me, giving me extra warmth, guiding me around the dimly lit street as we walked away from his car. It was weird, as much as Harry frightened me, I felt safe with him. It may have been the fact that I knew no one would choose to pick a fight with him.

"Do you do this with everyone?"

"What do you mean?" He questioned. Harry glanced down to look at me as his eyebrow raised with curiosity.

I diverted my gaze down to the ground as we continued to walk.

"Frighten them into being with you." I spoke quietly.

He chuckled at my words, his fingertips pressing down into my shoulder.

"So I do frighten you." He confirmed to himself, pausing before he spoke again.

"You're the only one, most people are more than willing." He smirked.

The wind blew, blowing my hair out of place. I shivered slightly as the cool breeze nipped at my exposed skin. Harry tugged me closer as he noticed me pull my jacket tighter round my body.

"Your Mum told me she wouldn't be back tonight, you can stay at my place."

"What? No." I abruptly stopped. My heart missed several beats as I watched Harry's face change; scared that I was going to end up like Steve.

His arm fell from my shoulders before he took my forearm tightly in his large hand.

"I want you to stay at mine." Harry's raspy voice spoke.

"I'll be fine on my own."

I could see his jaw tense at my objection, but he dropped the subject. Deciding to leave it.

***

I got the impression Harry knew the bouncer on the club door. They shook hands before the well-built man moved to the side allowing us in, much to the annoyance of the people that were stood waiting in line.

My fingers entwined with Harry's as he tugged me through the sweaty crowd and over to a booth at the back. There was a group already sat down, empty glasses littered the table as they tried to talk over the pounding music.

Harry was warmly greeted before he tugged me in front of him, making me yelp at the sudden motion. His arms wrapped round my waist as he introduced me to everyone quickly, I didn't really bother to learn the names.

I watched him smile for the first time, rather than his dreadful smirk. I politely smiled and nodded before sliding along the seat into the empty spot made for us. Harry shrugged of his blazer, rested it on the back of the booth, revealing his white t-shirt.

"So this is the famous, Louis?" The guy beside me asked, not really seeming all there at the moment in time.

He kept his focus on Harry, who rolled his eyes, reaching over me and hit the guy in the back of the head, an obviously playful gesture.

Harry patted me on the leg as he stood up, wandering over to a guy not too far away.

I began to felt out of place and uncomfortable. Surrounded by people who were probably just like Harry for all I knew.

"He likes you." The girl across from me smiled. I smiled back at her before jumping as a hand was placed on my shoulder. I peered up to see Harry.

Harry took a seat, anxiously peering around as he placed something on the table. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what it was, something not going unnoticed by Harry or the guy beside me. The small bag consisted of at least seven or eight small tablets, all a light shade of blue.