Mine For The Summer [Harry Styles]

Part 2

Dedicated to the crazy girl who I recently met on here, who could genuinley be my sister <3

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*Freya’s point of view*

There I was, stood happily chewing on my ice cubes when I got the feeling that I was being watched.

I looked to my left and saw some curly haired boy surrounded by a flit of sluttily dressed girls. I couldn’t see his face so I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying the attention or not, I hoped not.

I felt my cheeks flare red, why did I care if he enjoyed it or not? I didn’t even know the boy! Was I seriously jealous that a group of girls obviously fancied this stranger?

James caught my glances at this boy and came over to inform me that he was a ‘star guest’ at the club. Wow, so I guess I was wrong- One Direction did turn up after all.

With the brown curly hair I was guessing the boy was none other than Harry Styles. Wasn’t he usually interested in the older women? Ha, these pre-pubescent looking girls flitting around him obviously stood no chance then.

I let my mind wonder why he wasn’t in the VIP section of the club for a while, before it hit me that there was no VIP section. Never before had anyone even remotely famous even visited Stanhope, ergo inexistent VIP section.

Once again the sickening feeling that I was being watched built up in the bit of my stomach. I stole a few final glances at the curly haired one before spinning around on my heels (the heels of my foot, not shoes- I was in converse after all).

No sooner then I turned around, a hand aggressively grabbed hold of my wrist. I assumed the owner of the hand had mistaken me for someone else and tried to pull my hand free.

No such luck.

I looked up to see who the hand belonged to.

Oh shit.

“Yeah oh shit indeed” I head the deep voice of the dark haired man who had earlier assaulted on the dance floor.

Oh man, I said that out loud. I had hoped that I had gotten away from this man that he would just return to his friends and start dancing again or whatever. But no, obviously he had to come looking for me.

This was turning out to be the worst night in a long time, where was Luce and Eden when I needed them?! My eyes darted to behind the bar, hoping to find James stood ready to save me.

Once again, just my luck- he wasn’t there.

My ice cube had only just melted down my throat, but my mouth was dry and hoarse. I was stunned into shock and was unable to even attempt to defend myself.

I wanted to scream and shout and kick and punch as this man whispered horrible things in my ear about “Stupid little girls like me who deserve to be punished” whilst he started to drag me away from the bar.

I knew he was trying to lead me out of the club, and away from the possible protection of any people. I whimpered at his grip which was so tight I was worried that he was going to break my white ice watch that was hardly ever off my wrist.

I was so scared that I started to hyperventilate, this wasn’t like me. Usually I would go crazy over a small thing. If a man ever tried something on me or if a girl ever acted like a bitch, I would not find it hard to go over and beat their sorry ass.

So what was happening to me? Acting like such a girl. My whole body was shaking and I stopped in my tracks. Finally a good body reaction. My mind refused to let my feet move and follow this horrible man.