His angel (dark Harry styles fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Harry's pov

I held Camille in my arms for a while. The stuff she told me about her dad had made me so mad. How could he touch her like that? So sweet and so innocent, she deserved to be treated like an angel.

Wait what? Why was I thinking that? She was just a girl. A human girl even. I wanted her soul and nothing else...right?

I looked down at her. She was staring into the distance, obviously thinking about something. She was so difficult to read and even more difficult to win over. I can't blame her though, she was so beautiful inside and out. Unlike me.

Shut up Harry, I thought.

I needed to get on with my plan. The more time I spent with her the more attached I would've got and that could not happen. I, Harry styles, would not fall in love with anyone.

There was only one thing left to do that would surely make her fall for me. Seduce her.

Camille's pov

Harry was embracing me and I couldn't of been happier. That was until his hand was trailing up my thigh.

In the car it had felt different, like he was doing it out of love but then, it felt so wrong. It felt nice but I knew he was only doing it out of lust. If he thought I would give myself over to him like that, he was mistaken.

'Stop.' I said firmly, backing away from him.

A hard frown filled his face and I knew I had angered him.

'Stop being so frigid. Do you want to stay a virgin your whole life? Do you?.'

'I'd rather stay a virgin than fuck you, a guy I hardly know.' I snapped.

'You seemed to know me when you spilt your biggest secret to me, didn't you angel?' He said, in a sarcastic tone.

'That's too far.' I whispered, turning and walking in the opposite direction. I didn't know where I was going but I didn't care. As long as Harry wasn't there.

When he realized I was walking into the woods he tried to get me to come back.

'Angel!' He called 'it's not safe, don't go in there.'

Ugh, I thought like you care about my safety anyways.

I walked around for about 20 minutes before I decided to sit down on a log. It had started to get chilly and unluckily for me, I had left my phone in Harry's car. I sighed and tried to figure out a path to get back to where I started. It was a stupid idea to come here in the first place.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck raised and a shiver ran down my spine.

'Hello, babe.' A boy said. I could trace an accent engraved into his voice but couldn't put my finger on it. It was definitely not Harry.

I turned around to face him and my eyes fell on his. The familiar almond orbs burned into mine, as if he was reading my soul. And that's when I realized, he was the figure in the woods that night before.

'I can see why Harry likes you. You are incredibly rare.' He sneered.

'Who are you?' I asked, trying to sound intimidating but failing miserably.

'I'm Zayn babe, and your Camille.' He stated, sounding rather proud of himself.

'Well done, you know my name! Do you want a gold medal or something?'

That's what I wanted to say but of course, my lack of confidence stopped me.

'How do you know my name?' Is what I said instead.

'Has Harry not mentioned me yet?' He asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

'No, we haven't known each other for that long.'

'That's even better for me, maybe he'll let you go without a fight.'

My eyes widened in shock when I realized I was in danger.

'In your fucking dreams.' A voice growled to my right.

'Harry.' I said, breathing out in relief.

He stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of Zayn, protecting me. For a split second, I saw panic in Zayn's eyes but he quickly hid it with a smirk.

'Hello old friend.' Zayn said.

'We are not friends. Now fuck off and find someone else to annoy.'

'Oh Harry, you see Camille is special. You know that all too well don't you? If you think I'm giving up getting her your wrong. I will get her.'

'We'll see about that.' Harry challenged, stepping closer to Zayn.

He just chuckled and turned around to walk back into the deeper parts of the wood. His long jet black jacket trailed behind him like a cape and I couldn't help shiver at his intimidation.

'Hey.' Harry said, soothing me 'it's okay, I'm here now.'

'What was that?' I asked. You couldn't blame me for being confused.

'Come on, you can come to mine and I'll explain it.'

'Are you gonna try anything?' I asked.

'No, I promise.'

I nodded my head and followed him back to his car. I wanted to know the truth. I needed to know the truth.

In no time we were at his apartment. It was simple and modern but you could tell it was very expensive. He wasn't lying when he said his parents were rich.

'Sit on the couch.' He said, avoiding eye contact 'I'll make some tea for us.'

I nodded once again, afraid what I would say if I spoke up.

He gave me the warm mug and I cupped my hand around it, trying to get as much warmth as possible.

'Are you cold?' Harry asked, seeing my actions.

'Yeah, a little.' I admitted.

'I'll go get a jumper for you.'

'No, Harry.' I sternly said 'stop avoiding the whole reason I'm here and start to tell me the truth.'

'What exactly do you want to know?' He said, challenging me.

'I want to know what Zayn meant when he called me rare and special. I want to know why you and him send shivers down my spine but most of all, I want to know what I am to you.'

Harry looked taken back for a minute, as if he didn't expect me to ask such questions.

'If I tell you this, you can't tell a single soul, do you understand Camille?' He told me.

'Yes. I just want to know the truth for once.'

'Okay.' He said defeated 'make yourself comfy cause this is gonna be a long story.'