Next To You - {Harry Styles}

Chapter 6

There he was.

As soon as the recognition registered, I saw it in his eyes as well.

"Dawn...?" he said with his faint Swedish accent.

"Fredrik.... Its..." I trailed off.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned.

"I.... I was just-"

"Dawn is everything okay?" Harry said as he walked up behind me.

Crap. This isn't gonna end well.

"Just talking with an old friend. Dawn and I go way back," Fredrik said as he glared into my face. 

My eyes avoided contact with his, intent on staring at my shoes. 

"And you are?" Fredrik continued.

"Harry. Harry Styles. Just a good friend of Dawn's," he said with his jaw clenched, looking back and forth between me and Fredrik, his questioning eyes glaring into me.

"You're Benny's boy aren't you?" he said with a straight face. It soon formed into a grin. More of a sneer than a grin. That smile used to make me feel warm and happy, but now it left a cold and hostile feeling.

"Yeah," he said.

"Harry its ok just go wait for me on the dance floor," I said to him.

He hesitated, then walked away. I walked closer to the DJ booth to talk to Fredrik.

The tan brunette that was clinging on him early had walked away, and his hands worked on the computer and spinners, but his blue eyes were constantly staring into mine. Fredrik was quite handsome with his blonde hair hanging over his blue eyes and tan face. I met him at a bar once in Leeds, and we really hit it off. But things didn't go as planned when he started hitting me and when I found him in the bed with another woman.

"I stood by the booth for an awkward 5 seconds till he pulled me into a hug that I did not return.

"Long time no see," he said with a seductive grin.

"Don't act like nothing happened between us," I said with a voice of stone.

"Oh, give me a break. I'm a changed man!" he said with arms wide open. 

Yeah right. "Uh-huh. So what are you doing here?"

"Weekend job," he simply said.

He put a new track on and stepped out of the booth to get closer to me. He leaned toward me and said, "So what are you doing with pretty boy over there? I'm pretty sure he's not your type. Seems like quite the ladies man according to his frequent visits with other girls," he said while gesturing to Harry, who stared furiously at Fredrik. 

I scoffed. "Like you aren't? I'm not a dumbass," I sneered. 

"Kryddig ena är inte du? Don't get all feisty with me," he said, "but that is something that makes you so much more sexy."

He then grabbed my face and kissed me. I pulled away and smacked him with the back of my hand. 

"How dare you! After all the shit you've done!?" I yelled.

He grabbed me with strong hands. 

"Listen here dumma tik don't you fucking slap me," he sneered, "I will smack the sh---"

"GET AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW," Harry said as he pushed him off of me. 

Fredrik came running back at him, but Harry punched him in the gut and kicked him behind his knee, bringing him to the ground. The bouncers then came in and escorted Fredrik out and warned Harry. 

"Now who's gonna DJ?" Harry asked.

"I'll handle it," I said as I plugged in my phone and set up a playlist. Soon the speakers were pumping, and the crowd cheering. Harry took my small hand in his and led me to the floor. We danced to the pumping beat and after a while I went to get a drink, then another, and another, and a few more. Soon the night's events were only a blur. I staggered up to Harry and danced against him, pressing into him and grinding. He stared at me with eyes full of lust and struggled to keep his distance from me. Then I turned and continued to grind on him, earning a struggled moan. Then he pulled me off of him.

"What was that for?" I slurred, "You seemed to enjoy it."

"I would love to stay, but you are clearly shitfaced. And its 2am and Carissa is probably worrying.

"Oh you're no fun..." I said with a pout.

He just laughed and led me out of the club and back into the car, where the chauffeur was ready. He drove me back to Carissa's. I stumbled through the doorway in front of Harry. A worried looking Carissa ran from the couch and hugged me. I responded by giggling and letting out a hiccup.

"Where the hell were you!? And why are you drunk as an Irishman!?" she asked.

"I took her to my uncles club and she had one- no maybe 5 too many," Harry explained, "But I promised I'd bring her back safe, and here she is!" he said with his trademark grin.

"Thank you, Harold dear, I'll see you another time! Good night dear, and drive safe!" she said.

He waved goodbye and left.

Carissa tsked at me, scolding me about my drinking choices before leading me to my room and helping me into bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out cold. I was hoping for a dream of Harry, but instead I got a nightmare of Fredrik, reliving the fights and drama.

God, this was gonna be complicated.

❀To Be Continued❀

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