Beauty And The Beast-Harry Styles-Punk fanfiction

Chapter Eight

I didn't reply to Harry. He tried holding my hand, but I declined his request, making my way to his car and opening the door. I could feel my mum and dad

of the window at me. I felt conscious enough, without having to deal with them. I knew my mum would say something when I got back and my Dad would give me some advice of what not to do and how he'll be watching the boy.

There was something about Harry that made me feel scared. Like I wanted to escape his grasp and just run. To be anywhere else but with him. But I was stuck here, in his car. The radio was turned up on full volume as Harry began to drive off down the road. My hands shook, trapped between my thighs. I had never been so scared in my life, ever.

'He's just a boy!', I kept telling myself, but he's more than just a boy. Something deep inside made me feel weak. Like something bad was going to happen, as if I was walking right into a trap. I was so deep in my thoughts, that I hadn't noticed Harry attempting to start up a conversation with me. His hands were wrapped round the drivers wheel, as he hummed to the music playing on the radio.

"So, How are you?", He asked, voice chirpy. "Fine", I mumbled under my breath, fingers playing with the of my skater skirt. This is something I do when I'm nervous. My friends have already noticed it. That's why they always know what's wrong with me and when I'm nervous. "Beauty, why are you so angry at me, I haven't done anything, have I?", He questioned, eyebrows creased in a frown.

I didn't answer, my eyes were staring out of the window. So deep I could almost see my reflection. Brown eyes full of fear, the terror in them was clear. The way they were misty. My shaky hands twiddle work the black material of my skirt. Chewing on my lips as Harry was beside me, Confused facial expression.

"What about the match?, we got along then", Harry reminded me. "yeah, that was before you forced me into going on a date with you", I growled, still looking away from him, my eyes were fixed to my kneed as I drummed my Fingers across my legs.

"I didn't force you", He mumbled hands gripping the steering wheel. I didn't day anything else to him, eyes staring into the dark night. I felt that if I did say something,he would hurt me. I felt intimidated by him. By the devious smirk on his face. His green eyes hungrily gazing into mine and his dimples appearing on his cheeks now and then.

Harry began to slow down as he turned a corner into a car park. In front all I could see was the beach. The sea was clear, moon reflecting, the sparkling water. I furrowed my brows as Harry came round and opened the door for me. I stumbled out, he shut the door and locked the car. I followed him, wondering where we were going, what we were doing.

My eyes were fixed to my combat boots. The loose laces brushing against the ground. I realised we then began to walk through a harbour. Boats were tied up, floating in the deep water.The wind was blowing my hair in my face, I flicked it behind my shoulder, realising we had stopped outside a boat.

The boat was decorated with Chinese lanterns and symbols, that's when I realised it was Chinese restaurant. I felt Harry tug at my hand. I didn't tug away though, I was scared of what he'd do to me. Pressing my lips together, we were greeted by a woman in her 30's. "Welcome, table for two over here", She mumbled. We followed her through the narrow aisle before she stopped at a small table. We both sat down, she handed the menus, soon disappearing.

My eyes were fixed on the menu, refusing to look up at Harry. I would do anything to avoid him. "Belle you ready to order?", Harry's voice sounded I peaked over the menu, nodding. Harry poked his head round the booth, calling a waitress over. "Uhm, we're ready to order", He told her. She appeared next to our table. "Please can I have water and the stir fry", I asked. She nodded;scribbling it down. I felt my phone buzz in my bag, which was pressed against my leg.