Hot (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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The soles of my shoes clamped across the wet pavement. I was furious. My anger pushed my feet to move faster. I shuffled the strap of my bag nervously as my head started to clear.

The night was all around me, almost suffocating me. I couldn’t think clearly. I was just humiliated in front of strangers; I just needed to get home somehow. Although it wasn’t something new, it stung more than usual. I think it had something to do with my startling encounter with Harry just before. Knowing that he was watching my mother yell at me, perturbed me.

Turning to my right, I could see the dark and eerily quiet alley. The road to my left was void of any cars. Surprising for the usually busy streets of Los Angeles.

A bang made me whip around. A trashcan was slowly rolling on the floor. Chills started creeping up my shoulders. Bad things happened at night, especially around here.

“Whatchya doin’ doll face?” a crackly voice snapped behind me. I let out a gasp as I came to face a smelly man. He was slightly hunching and his stench of his breath and beard suggested that it had been a while since he last showered. I recoiled slightly but the stranger followed whilst displaying a crooked grin. A yellow, rotting crooked grin.

“I-I… um,” I started spluttering.

“Well,” the nasty fellow drawled out, “I’ve got a nice bed you can stay at, free of charge. Hopefully for both you an’ me, eh?” He waggled his scruffy eyebrows at me. I was desperately trying not to let him see how frightened I was. His words got me moving though. I quickly started backpedaling, running into my own feet in the process. I stumbled, but after gaining my balance, I tried to run away.

The man was quick and grabbed my arm.

“Sweet cheeks, don’t run,” he cooed, “I gotta great night planned fer you.”

“I-I just have to go,” I breathed out, trying to yank my arm out of his strong grip. Before I knew it, he had pushed me against the brick wall of the alley. Tears pricked at my eyes and my lip quivered as I looked up at the sky. Not like this. Not the first time.

The grungy man grabbed my wrists in his hands and forced them against the wall. He started rubbing his smelly and sickly self into me, a stark contrast to the body that was pressed against mine less than an hour ago.

I felt him leaning into my face and a whimper escaped my lips as I turned my head, trying to move away.

“Stop wriggling girl,” he snarled. His gross breath reached my nose as I tried not to gag.

No. This was not going to happen. Everything suddenly seemed brighter as the moon opened from behind the clouds.

Just before the man could trap me with his grimy body, my knee snapped up and crushed his crotch.

A piercing howl filled the night as the stranger let go and fell to the concrete. His hands clutched in between his legs as the cries crawled out of his mouth. I turned away to run but I ran into a solid chest. Before I could fall back, hands grabbed the sides of my arms, holding me up. I looked up into hazel-green eyes. Panic and fear flooded my body as I tried to wriggle out of the hold.