As Much As I Love You (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 9

A/N Wow in the beginning of the chapter TREND BREAKER lol no but what I was about to say is, my spell-check-piece-of-whatever-its-called has magically disapeared *poof* and I can't make it come back if any of you would like to tell me how to fix that btw it would be great but ANYWAY I have looked through the chapter and I didn't find any more mistakes but I'm sure they are there so bare with me ok? K mwah love you thank you for reading XOXO

"What about this one." I spinned around letting the soft fabric of the red dress flow out from my waist and finally stopped facing a scowling Harry. "I don't like it.", he muttered and looked away. Sighing let my arms fall down and bit my lip, trying to push down the suffocating feeling that rised within my chest. "Harry please.", I whined and stared down at my hands. "Please what?" His harsh tone had my head jerking up and I felt the fear blossom up in the pit of my stomach as my gaze reached his eyes.

His green eyes burned into mine with an anger I had never thought he could reach. I let out a gasp and stumbled back, but Harry continued seemingly oblivious to my reaction. "Please help me pick out an outfit to my date with my ex? Last time I checked Grace I was your boyfriend. Your B O Y F R I E N D."  His voice raised til he was standing yelling at me and I despairingly fought the tears. "What do you want me to do?" I asked him weakly, my voice coming out thick as the lump in my throat made it hard to talk.

"He's threatening me Harry and right know I don't need you to yell at me-" the last words stuck in my throat as I lost the thought against the tears. A sob shook my body and all anger washed of Harrys face as his eyes widen and he stumbled forward and wrapped his arms around me. I clinged onto his shirt, desperately needing the comfort and warmth of his body. Harry hugged me tighter and nuzzled his nose in my hair. "I'm sorry babycakes." He whispered and picked me up on strong arms. Sitting back down on my bed he placed me in his lap and started streaking my hair til I had stopped sobbing and my breathing had turned somewhat even, only the tears still streaming down my cheeks.

"You should wear the blue dress." He mumbled and wiped away some tears with soft fingertips before hugging me tightly again. "The red one exposes too much of your legs. Besides the blue colour makes your hair look lighter and your eyes happier, I like that." I let out a dry laugh and shook my head. "You're such a jerk Styles." I whispered against his shoulder and he let out a heavy sigh. "Anything for you babycakes, anything for you."

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"Grace." Carson held out the chair for me, a glimpse of irony in his cold eyes. I clenched my jaw and sat down, careful not to touch him. He must have seen my effort because he let his finger trace over the skin of my neck, causing cold shivers to tun down my spine. I resisted the urge to scream and run away, a picture of Harry apearing in my mind and comforting me.

Instead I took a look around the restaurant, it was a classy romantic place with dark red walls, round tables covered in white cloths and candles lighting up the lokal along with some dim lights. It was the kind of place that I normaly would have liked, if my company hadn't been as intimidating maybe.

As if reminded by my thoughts I turned my gaze back to Carson and I found him staring at me with the same glimpse of irony, I guess that from where he waas standing this was a funny occation. I had already cried enough for today, my body was drained of tears and as he continued staring I felt a streght I didn't know I possesed rise from deep inside of me and I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze as cooly as I could rising my brow slightly.

"Liking what you see?", I asked and a smile curved up the corner of his lip, causing a bunch of different emotions swirl up in my stomach. "And what if I do?", he countered, putting his elbows on the table and leaning closer to me. I scrunched up my nose in answer and crossed my arms, sitting back in my chair in a try to get as far away from him as I could. "I would be nice too me if I was you Grace.", Carson chuckled lowly. "You are not exactly on my list of fauvorite people right now." "Well I don't care." Oh shit Grace Anne Smith what did your mother tell you about speaking before thinking. God this is exactly how you got into that worm-eating bet.

Biting my lip I stopped my internal argument with myself and seached Carsons face for any signs of how my outburst had affected him, and to my suprise I found pure and clean chock. Acting on instinct I used his weak moment and raised from my chair, leaving the table and hurriedly heading for the exit with long steps.

The relief when I felt the cool wind hit me was breathtaking. I felt a big thriumphant smile spread over my face and a urge to jump and scream took me in its grip, but I satisfied with a laugh that bubbled its way up my chest. But I was to fast. I felt his arm grip my upper arm, dragging me with him into an rear alley. He pushed me up against a wall, the rough stone scraping my skin and his stale breath hitting my face as he pressed me up against the wall with his body.

Completely different tingles then the ones I had with Harry ran through my body making me shiver and whimper in fear, his dark eyes boring into mine with rage as his hands travelled over my exposed thigh."You are going to regret that.", he whispered and then roughly pressed his mouth against mine.