The presence of Harry behind me made me feel cautious of my surroundings. The memory of his hostile actions had been roaming in my mind and just this morning he almost beat an innocent kid to a pulp. One thing that I couldn't stop thinking is what if Harry lost his temper and took it out on me? I did not want to be someone's punching bag again.
His car was just a few feet when I saw Harry jogging in front of me to the door. He smiled cheekily but soon faded when he realized what he was doing. I got into the familiar car and just starred at my fingers. I can't believe he's making me go on a date with him. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
We pulled out to a very fancy restaurant. Ugh he's bringing me to a place like this. I never really liked anything fancy, including dresses and high heels. I quickly got out of the car to see harry briskly run from the other side.
"I was going to open the door for you," he mumbled.
"It's fine. Really. I'm capable of opening a door on my own," I replied, amusement covering my voice.
He pulled out his hand motioning to walk straight ahead and as I did so he wrapped his right arm around me and may I say rather tightly.
"Can you please not do that," I ask. The sudden gesture made me completely uncomfortable and almost made me lash out at Harry.
"Do what," he replied with a smug look.
"That," I said while pointing at his arm.
"What, I don't bite."
"But I do."
"Stop being so feisty or I'll have to take you right here, right now in front of everyone." he deemed while licking his lips.
"Your disgusting," I quickly took his arm off of me as we approached the door way, leading to the front desk.
"Styles," Harry simply said. The waiter rapidly nodded his head and grabbed two menus from under the table and directed us to a table that was prepared in the back. He looked so frightened by Harry and when I looked around the room everyone was whispering and looking at us with the same expression.
As I sat down Harry took his chair in one hand and placed it on the side closer to me. There it is once again the nervousness I always feel. Too be honest Harry was very nice and attractive, but why does everyone seem so scared of him well except for the slutty girls in town who practically cling themselves on to him.
"Harry! Hey man haven't seen you in a while." A man about the same size as a Harry came into a view. His arm was wrapped around another girl who's eyes were traveling up and down Harry.
"Richard. Yes it has been a while," Harry stated.
"This is Sandra, my shag for the night," Richard replied. I almost dropped my fork when he said that. The gasp trying to pry it's way out was forced down my throat. How could he say that.
"And I see you've got yourself a shag as well, yeah," he smirked.
"Yes I do Richard."
I was getting angrier and angrier by the second. I Can't believe what he said. It seemed so natural for him as well which made me think. How many girls has he been with? I certainly won't just be a one night stand with him. Before I knew it I was speed walking out of the restaurant. I don't belong with such people like that anymore and definitely not in a place that serves for the high class.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going," Harry yelled while yanking at my arm.
"HOME!" I screamed back. He's playing games with me.
"No you are staying with me," he answered fully certain.
"Sorry Harry, but I won't be anybodies toy."
"Toy?"
"Yes toy! You said it yourself in the restaurant that I'm just a shag!"
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Then how did you mean it!"
"I uhhh.."
"Oh my god I am so sick of people like you who just think they can get any girl the want. You are so awful i can't even look at you right now."
"You still need a ride though. And what I recall you just moved here three days ago and have no idea where you're headed."
He was right. I would be lost for hours, clueless and helpless. Harry took me by the arm and dragged me up the sidewalk back into his car. I just wanted to go home and never see him ever again.
I looked outside just to realized we weren't going the same way we came to get here.
"Harry turn around. This is obviously not the way back to my apartment."
"I know," he smirked. Who does he think he is. This is practically kidnapping.
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We pulled into a lot that had a few other cars. I notices that he lives in apartment too that is on the highest floor.
For starters his apartment was much bigger than mine and I felt really cheap. Oh wait I am. Harry told me he was going into his room and would be back in a minute. I walked into a room which I think was the living room. I saw that he put up some pictures. I had to keep my mouth shut without letting out an aww. It was Harry when he was little. He looked so happy and his skin was inked free. There were a few pictured that held an older woman and a younger girl. Is that his family? Where's his father? Just then I saw harry on the door frame starring at me. He was only wearing a pair of sweats that hung loosely on his hips exposing his marvelous chest. How am I going to survive the night.
