Intense (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter Eleven - I'll be coming back for you

I slumped back into my chair beside Ryan. My mind was going in circles, I couldn't help but fret about where Harry was. Despite what he had done to me, I still cared about him no matter how much I told myself he was no longer my problem. 

'You alright babe?' Ryan leaned in towards me, his words slightly slurring now. Babe, that's what Harry used to call me. Harry, the guy who made me feel special, the guy who made me feel beautiful, the guy who although everything we'd been through I still really liked and now he could be in trouble but instead of helping him, I was sitting here with another guy, drinking and socialising with my friends. 

'Lou.....' Ryan leaned further towards me, staring at my lips. I turned my face so that his lips missed mine and only managed to brush my cheek. I jumped up from the table, suddenly sure of what I needed to do.

'Where are you going?' Ryan exclaimed, also jumping out and grabbing on to my wrist. By this time, all my friends at the table had noticed my sudden movement.

'Ryan, let go' I hissed at him.

'Where's she going? Amelia shouted over to Ryan. 'Hey Lou, don't go yet, we're only just getting started''

'I NEED to go, let go' I pulled out of his tight grasp and made my way to the door, grabbing my purse on the way out.

'Wait, hold on Lou, it was just a kiss'

I heard Ryan turn to his friends, 'Frigid bitch'.

He was mocking me infront of all my friends, but right now I couldn't care less.

I pushed past all the drunken bodies that blocked my exit to the door.

I was suddenly determind to find Harry.

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I pulled out my phone and dialled Harry's number, frantically pushing on the keys of my phone. The phone went straight through to answer machine. Harry never had his phone off unless he was trying to hide. Something wasn't right.

I ran through the dark night, down several long alleyways which were dimly lit by the streetlights. I felt tears prick my eyes as I continued to run aimlessly, hoping to spontanously come across Harry's whereabouts. The tears streamed down my face as I had to stop for breath. I slumped to the floor against the fence, resting my head in my hands, gently rocking myself back and forth. I didn't know what to do or where to go to find Harry.

I lifted my head as I heard the sound of soft whispers approaching.

'Harry?' I called out as the formation of shadows appeared on the fence opposite. 'Harry is that you?' I desperately hoped that the sparkle of the familiar green orbs would catch the moonlight and meet mine and everything would be okay again.

The two guys came closer and started laughing at my pathetic state; curled up in a ball on the floor. 'Harry? No love, your boy Harry isn't here to protect you' they mocked me.

'What do you mean protect me? I spat back at them

'Well there's 1 of you and 2 of us, you're a very pretty girl you know' The taller of the two boys leaned walked towards me, pulling my arm upwards.

'Stay the hell away from me, don't touch me' I yanked my arm away from him as the other boy stood by my side and took my other arm, they pulled me up and pinned me against the fence.

I screamed out, 'LEAVE ME ALONE, GET OFF OF ME'. I kicked my legs about and tried to break free from their hold, but they were too strong and they dominated over my petite frame.

I continued to scream but it was no help. The boys began to yank at my clothing, pulling it away from my body as I tried to struggle away from them to prevent them from removing any of it. I shut my eyes and began to cry again, still mangaging to scream before they plastered one of their hands across my mouth in order to shut me up. My body began to feel weak and my muscles felt limp as I continued to fight against them but also continued to fail.

My mind wandered into a state of oblivion. I was afraid of what these guys would do to me so I shut myself off from the world. I needed Harry.

The next thing I knew, I was back on the cold, hard ground again. My bum hitting floor with a thump from being dropped from standing level. I curled up back into the ball and hid my heads behind my fists as a form of self defence. The tears returned, streaming down my face once again and crying out for help.

A body came towards me and tightened their grasp around my own body. They held me tight and slowly stroke my hair in an attempt to calm me down. I recognised the persons scent, the familiar husky smell that I had grown to love, the feeling of being wrapped tighly by their muscular arms and the sound of the soft raspy voice in my ear, whispering words that I never thought I'd hear again.

'Lou, it's okay.It's Harry, I'm here now, and I promise I'm never letting you go again'.