The Unknown (A Dark Harry Styles fanfiction)

The Unknown - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

~ YOUR POV ~
“Oh, look,” Harry said as he pointed to the newspaper, “That’s Michael Michael.” Harry mumbled as I could feel his chest vibrate under my back. “Who is it?” I asked as I read the first few words of the article. “He had been identified as a member of a drug ring and he has murdered Charlie Wilson, he was a treasurer.” Harry explained. “But now he’s released from jail?” I asked as I frowned my eyebrows. “Yes,” Harry said, “He’s a weird guy.” Harry wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to his chest. He was leaned against the armrest of the couch as he lay on the couch, his legs a little bit spread and I sat between them, my back resting against his chest. He kissed the top of my head as I asked, “How do you know that?” I asked as I lay the newspaper on my lap. “What?” He mumbled. “That guy, the Michael Michael guy, how do you know those things about him?” I asked confused. "Erm…. Many people know that about him…” Harry whispered softly. “But I don’t.” I answered, I never heard a thing about that guy and I bet my dad didn’t either. 
Suddenly I felt something vibrate against my bum, “What’s that?” I asked as I threw the newspaper on the small coffee table near the couch. “What?” Harry asked as I felt the same thing. “I guess it’s your phone,” I said as I leaned forward and looked behind me, looking into Harry’s eyes. Harry lay his hand on his pocket, the place where his phone was. I heard it vibrate it again, “Come on, take a look, I don’t mind.” I said while I chuckled. He raised one eyebrow as he slid his phone out of his pocket. Harry let it fall on the couch as he shuffled closer to me, “Not important.” He whispered against my lips before he pecked my lips softly. I smiled as he leaned back again, his forehead resting against mine. He looked straight into my eyes, causing me to become nervous. Harry lay his hand on my waist when he suddenly started tickling me. Immediately I yelled, “Stop!” while laughing. I squeezed my eyes close as he chuckled, “No.” He said without hesitating. “Stop!” I laughed again as I stood up from the couch, running away from him. Quickly he stood up and chased after me through the living room, his airplane banging against his chest and his brown curls bounced. “No, stay away from me!” I giggled as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “Gotcha,” He whispered in my ear as he lifted me off the ground. “It’s not fair…” I whispered back. “Oh, no?” Harry said with a smirk on his face. He lay his left hand on my right hip, causing me to turn around in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I held my hands around his neck. He looked into my eyes as the smirk on his face grew bigger and bigger. I widen my eyes, “What?” I whispered. But instead of answering me, he lay me on the couch and bent over me, each knee on one side of my body. Harry hovered over me as his fists were pinned next to my head. 
Butterflies filled my stomach as he pressed his warm, soft lips on my forehead before he kissed my cheeks, my nose, chin, my jaw, even my eyelids as I closed my eyes. As final he pressed his lips against mine, sucking my bottom lip as I lay my hand in his neck, pulling him closer to me if that was even possible. His hand went down my thigh as he squeezed me occasionally. My hand travelled down to his face, stroking his soft cheek. “I… love… you,” Harry whispered through the kisses. I gave him one more peck on his lips as I disconnected our lips, looking into his eyes. I bit my lip and looked to his silver necklace, nervously holding it between my fingers. I heard him sigh, “It’s okay…” He said against my forehead. Immediately I felt guilty because I couldn’t say it back yet, “Sorry Haz…” I whispered. He stroked my cheek with his thumb, “No honey, it’s okay, I understand.” His soft, low voice caused me to calm down a bit and a small smile appeared on my lips. 
Suddenly Harry took my hands in his as he sat up and pulled me with him. He leaned in, I could smell his strong scent as I inhaled air before he gave me one soft peck on my lips, “I’m be right back.” He whispered against my lips as he stood up. He walked out of the living room as I saw his back muscles through his thin, black t-shirt. 
I let out a sigh as I wrapped my arms around my own body, rubbing my arms before I stood up and took a blanket out of one of our closets. On the shelf were photo frames placed. The picture of my dad with a young girl around 8 years old caught my eye. My father stood behind me as his hands were on my shoulders. There was a big smile on my face, causing me to show my crooked teeth and the dimples in my cheeks appeared. I wore a pastel pink dress with a white t-shirt beneath, short sleeves. My hair was in two small tails as my dad held me close to his body. 
I let out a sigh, I already missed my dad. He was really sweet and protective over me, he really cared about me… Once, when I was 12 years old, I was in love with a boy and I introduced him to my father, but he never liked my boyfriend, so that’s why I’ve always been single since that time. 
But now I was sure my dad wouldn’t allow me to date Harry Styles, the bad boy in town, the boy who always got in fights and people said he could get angry so easily. My dad would kill me if he found out I loved him, my dad wouldn’t even believe it. 
I turned around again as made myself comfortable on the couch. My knees and lower legs were under my upper legs and bum, the blanket covering my body. I pulled my hands in the long sleeves of my t-shirt when suddenly Harry’s phone vibrated again. In a second I scanned the door if Harry came back, but he wasn’t there yet. Curiosity took over me and I reached out to the device. I pressed a button and fortunately, there wasn’t a passcode, so immediately I reached his front page. There was a black background, nothing special. I saw he had 3 new texts, I couldn’t control my own thumb as it touched the small envelope on the screen. The texts were from Alex.