Ugly (Dark Harry Styles AU)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

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As soon as we walk into his house, Harry roughly pushes my back against the wall next to the door. One of his large hands comes down to my waist to abruptly pull my crotch into his, and his other callused hand trails enticingly slow up my back before tightly grasping a handful of my hair and pulling, forcing my eyes to meet his. The line between pleasure and pain becomes hazy as I let out a desperate mewl.

Before Harry, I always used to be in control. Even when having sex, I enjoyed being able to control everything that went on. I have always been a control freak, but now I feel as if I have to give myself to Harry to obey his every command. Not just obey, but beg.

He is so dominant and raw when he like this, some may say a little scary, but I am not scared. In fact, I feel the exact opposite. I am desperate for him, for anything he will give me. I have been for days.

Biting on the shell of my ear, Harry's deep voice vibrates against my neck, "By the time I'm done with you and this tight body of yours, you will be sore for days."

Harry grinds his jean-clad bulge into my heat, sending a tidal wave of pleasure through my body. His moves are sharp and determined whilst he tugs at my hair once more; exposing my tan neck to his dark, dominant eyes.

I could feel myself dampening as Harry's lips and tongue play skillfully down the skin of my neck to my collarbones. The softness of his lips contrast greatly to the harshness of his wandering hands on my breast, the palms of his hands pressing flat into my painfully hard nipples.

I was achingly turned on and grew increasingly desperate for more with each grope and grind, "P-please. God please kiss me." I beg, moaning in unadulterated desire. I long to know how those pink, plush, heart-shaped lips feel on mine.

Harry growls in pleasure, ripping open my black button up and tugging down the black pencil skirt that covered my bottom half; all that I was left with was my black lace bra and matching thong. Harry's clouded emerald eyes scans over my half naked body, his pearly white teeth trapping his bottom lip in the process.

"Fuc.k your body is perfect. I wish I had my camera." His voice is husky and laced with lust as he rapidly makes his way back over to me. He uses one of his hands to pin my arms above my head and wraps an arm around my waist to pull me into him once more. I moan in response, panties flooding at the erotic thought of him taking pictures of me pinned to this wall.

His chest is pressed flush against mine as his warm breath washes over my lips. Every nerve ending in my body was turned on in anticipation; my heart beat fast in my chest and my breaths came out in pants; awaiting the moment Harry's lips would finally meet mine. Harry pressed his forehead against mine, slowing down our fast paced movements to capture the moment our lips become one.

Leaning down, Harry teasingly brushes his lips against mine. I gasp at how soft they are and automatically crave more. My eyelids begin to close, too heavy in arousal to keep them open. My whole body is pulsing and trembling in want whilst Harry leans down once more to close the small gap between our desperate lips.

"Payton?"

My eyes snap open in surprise and land on a startled looking Zayn. Blush rises up on my cheeks once realizing I am only in my undergarments. Harry rolls his eyes in annoyance and lets go of my pinned arms, before turning around to face Zayn. There goes our moment.

"What the fuc.k do you want Zayn?" Harry questions a flustered looking Zayn, an amused smirk coating the lips I almost kissed.

"Umm.. What are you doing?"

"What the hell does it look like we are doing?" I take this moment to quickly shuffle on my funeral clothes to cover my almost completely bare body from Zayn's eyes.

"Payton, if you want I can drive you home?" 

At the sound of my name, I snap my head up to look at Zayn behind Harry's body. The way Zayn asked didn't sound like he was asking. 

"Payton's not going anywhere," Harry snarls, glaring menacingly at Zayn, "I'm not done with her yet."

My heart beat dramatically in my chest at Harry's toxic anger. He spoke of me as if I was an object he could just use and dispose of. If it was any other person who said this, I would automatically snap back, but it was Harry, and something seemed to be off about him in his drunken state.

Harry stares at Zayn as if he was a stranger, and not the close friend that he claimed he couldn't live without. His glare held so much hatred, anger, and bitterness that I was afraid for Zayn's face. However, Zayn seemed completely accustomed to Harry's ominous glare and continues to push for my freedom.

"Payton is a nice women, don't you think? She has been through a lot today with her mum's funeral and all, maybe you should give her a break Savage. You're drunk."

There is definitely something going on, and I would have questioned his careful wording if it weren't for Harry's intimidating demeanor. Harry's fists are tightly clenched, nostrils flared, and teeth clamped shut. He looked as if he wanted to throw a punch at Zayn.

"Why don't you mind your business Zayn? She's not any different from any of these other easy girls that gave themselves to me willingly. So stay out of it, yeah?"

I shuddered in fright at his angry, hurtful words. I am not easy. What happened to me being special?

"Just calm down, you guys are both drunk-" Zayn replies after seeing my hurt reaction.

"Don't tell me to fuckin.g calm down," Harry shakes in rage, "Payton isn't going anywhere until I am fuckin.g done with her."

Savage snatches my wrist and aggressively pulls me into his side. His hand tightly encircles my wrists, stopping the blood flow in my arm, and creating a painful ache. My heart begins to pump faster once realizing the situation I got myself into. 

I whimper in response, "Harry-"

I loose my words as Harry slams my back against the wall, effectively knocking the air out of me.

"My name is Savage," Harry growls, spit coating my face and his arm crushing down on my neck, preventing me from moving from against the wall.

Tears are now sliding down my cheeks in fear as I wheeze for air. My body is trembling under his hold and the darkness starts to ease in. 

Why the hell did I agree to come here with him? I knew from the beginning that he was dangerous, how could I have been so stupid? All I wanted was a carefree night. 

"Savage let go of her!"

Zayn tries to pull Harry off me, but its no use. This is it. The world around me starts to become a blur as the dark clouds over. 

I watch as Zayn runs out of the room to come back in with a needle. Right as Zayn stabs Harry in the neck with it, the darkness finally consumes me and my fight is finally over.

I'll see you soon mom.

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