Dark (Harry Styles)

Chapter Ninteen

THIS IS NOT MY WORK, ALL CREDITS GO TO HANNAH, HER TWITTER IS @han_rawr

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Harry sat on the end of my bed as he waited for me to shower and change in the bathroom. I decided to wear shorts and a t shirt, the hot weather making it nearly impossible to wear anything else. I gathered my long hair together before tying it back from my face.

“You know, I still don’t mind if you change in here.” I heard Harry’s raspy voice through the door.

“Still not going to happen.” I called back.

I heard him laugh.

“Oh, come on, Bo. I’ve already seen you naked.”

I blushed at his words, there was no way I was going to forget that. My mind had a difficult time thinking of anything else but, the way his large hands touched me. His fingers, lips, tongue. I had never experienced anything as overwhelming as that night. I was broken from my thoughts by a knock on the door.

“Booo.” Harry pleaded through the wood.

I unlocked the door to find Harry leaning against the frame. A smirk was plastered across his beautiful face; dark curls flopped over his forehead as his green eyes scanned me up and down.

“Damn it, you’ve got clothes on.” He teased.

I looked away from him, finishing off my hair in the mirror when I felt his warm hands on my hips behind me. His long fingers nudged my t shirt up slightly, tips tracing over my tingling skin.

“But we could always change that.” He whispered.

Harry’s deep chuckle filled the room as I batted his hands away.

“Let’s go.” I tugged him out of the bathroom.

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Our fingers were entwined as we walked through the park. The sun beat down as children took part in games of hide and seek in the playground. My eyes fell upon a group of guys playing football. I could never understand how they were able to sprint up and down the grass whilst the weather was like this. Just looking at them made me feel hot.

I almost couldn’t believe it when I had to take a second glance at one of the boys. Jake. Praying that Harry hadn’t seen him I tried to steer us off in another direction, but it was too late.

“Alright, Love?” Jake called over to me.

Harry’s head turned in the direction of the voice. His hand squeezed mine before letting it fall to his side. I watched as his green orbs grew impossibly dark, eyebrows coming down in a frown. My hands pressed to Harry’s chest as he angrily attempted to move forward.

“Harry, stop. You can’t solve everything with violence. I know you’re smarter than this.” I pleaded.

“Bo, go and wait over there.” He stated without making eye contact.

“No.”

Harry looked down at me, annoyance crossed his features. Large hands gripped my wrists as he attempted to push me behind him. But I didn’t comply, wriggling out of his hold.

“Look at all the kids here. I know you don’t want to scare them. Just think about what you’re doing for a second.”

Harry’s sparkly green eyes locked on my face, realisation hitting him that we were in a park full of children in the middle of the day. This was neither the time or the place to start anything with Jake.

“You stay here.” I poked him in the chest.

I could tell he was going to protest; I dragged him over to a bench and forced him down by his shoulders.