Unexpected

Chapter 9

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Samantha's POV:

I shake my hips and body to the rhythm of the music and I begin to like the attention I get from the boys. I can see the looks they give each other and suddenly there is only one boy dancing with me. He comes closer to me and grabs my hips. I flinch a little but he starts to move with me so I quickly relax again. I look at him he has dark-brown hair which runs up to a quiff, his eyes are a mixture out of brown and green and he is about one head bigger than me. I smile up at him and he shows me an adorable smile back. His hands grip my hips tighter as he turns me around and presses me against his chest. His hands move up and down my body and I know if I was sober I would run away only because his hands are all over my body. But the alcohol in my veins makes me dance harder, pushing my hips against his and enjoying the fact that he seems turned on. We dance through a few songs and his hands stop at my hips as he slowly turns me around again. I push my hair back and he stops dancing. His hands move up my body, slowly caressing my skin, I begin to like the deep cut out shirt because his touch gives me goosebumps. I hold my breath as his fingers slip under the material of my bra and I take a slight step back. He chuckles at my reaction and pulls me back again, only to run his fingers over my cheeks. I look up at him as he grinds his hips hard into mine, slowly leaning closer. I can feel his breath on my lips and my heart begins to beat faster as I realize what he wants. I try to look down on my feet, slowly beginning to dance again but he stops me by pushing me hard against his chest. I choke at his rough movement and he repeats his actions my pushing my hip hard against his. I don't know what to do as he leans down again, his lips are only inches away from mine and he closes his eyes. As his lips meet mine, I close my eyes. I never experienced something like this. His lips move harder and his hand on my neck forces me to keep my lips on his. I try to step back but he wont let me and I give up fighting against his strong arms. He moves his tongue over my lips and I flinch at the taste of it. I can tell by the traces his tongue leaves on my lips that he drunk alcohol. I immediately open my eyes and try to get away from his forcing lips.

I step back to get away from him, moving my hands up to his chest trying to push him away but his body refuses to let me go and I sigh, slightly giving up just standing there with my lips pressed together while he runs his tongue over my lips trying to open my mouth. He growls at my stubbornness and moves his hands back down to my hips, pushing me against him once more but this time harder than ever before. I shriek as I feel a growing bulge down there pushing against me really hard and he chuckles again.

“Yes that is what you do to me” he whispers against my lips and I freeze at the tone of his voice. He presses his lips against mine again and I close my eyes slowly giving in to whatever he wants from me. The alcohol in my veins makes me feel dizzier every moment and I grip his hands so I can stand straight. He misunderstands my actions and grinds his hips against mine once again.

“I think its enough now” I hear a familiar voice in front of me and open my eyes.

Harry pushes the boy away from me, so hard that he stumbles back. The boy looks at me with a confused look and I stand there completely taken away while I watch the boy slowly finding his balance again and coming closer to Harrys back.

“Harry” I shriek as the boy lifts his hand to punch Harry.

Harry turns around and grabs the boys hand, he murmurs something between his closed teeth and I let out a deep sigh as the boys backs off like a wet puppy. I watch him walking away as he turns around, construes me something that seems anything else than friendly.

“What the hell?” Harry asks as he turns towards me again and I stumble closer to him, leaning against his chest. He doesn't react he just stands there, I can feel his chest slowly rising up and down.