Dangerous

You scare me

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    “Yeah I would have stopped at the stretch to.” Perrie said. All the girls and I where at our table drinking wine and talking. The boys made sure we had drinks before they went off to say hi to people.

   “I realize that was a good idea after he yelled at me.” I said with a half-smile. I had gotten over him yelling at me once I was handed a glass of wine and decided he was calmer now.

   “I couldn’t believe he yelled at you. Niall’s just not that kind of guy. Has he ever yelled at you before?” Eleanor asked. I shook my head telling them no. We just talked for two hours one after one being taken away by their boyfriends to go dance till that left Harry, me, and Natalie. Me and Harry talked every time he and I would laugh Natalie would give me looks.

   “He’s only laughing because he pity’s you for being such a whore.” She said to me.

    “He’s only with you because he knew no one else wanted you.” I said back to her making her gasp and turn to harry yelling at him that I was being mean and that he should never talk to me again.

   “I thought I said to play nice.” That heavy accent whispered in my ear again. I turned in my chair to look at him.

   “I don’t want to talk to you.” I said turning back around. He put a hand on each shoulder and bent down to whisper to me again.

   “You’re going to come dance with me and I’m not taking no for an answer.” He whispered then grabbed my hand and pulled me up leading me to the dance floor. All the songs were slow dances considering this was a fancy event. I swear he would have picked me up or dragged me if this was a different party. We finally got on the dance floor and started to slow dance.

   “You’re not wearing shoes.” He said to me. I looked down and the puffy dress hid my feet. Then I realized that I had left my heels under our table.

   “I guess I’m not.” I said looking up at him now that he was taller than me again. I will say looking up at him just made him even scarier. I got closer to him and stood on his shoes.

   “Why aren’t you?” he asked. With a sign.

   “Because they weren’t very comfy and I thought you were mad at me and didn’t want to dance. That and you didn’t give me a chance to put them on you just dragged me off.” I stated as he moved us around me not doing any of the work. Niall sighed.

  “I am still mad at you Sam. Why can’t you just be good?” he asked angrily.

  “I wasn’t born to be good and you know that.” I said to him with a smile. I was really close to him my body grazing his as he moved us around. I could smell his breathe and it smelt minty telling me he didn’t drink to night. And he always drinks at events no matter what. He was madder at me than I thought. This just made me stop talking and I became scared that he was going to yell again.

  “You can’t walk around barefoot at an event like this.” He whispered to me keeping his voice low so no one would hear him.

  “You didn’t give me a chance to.” I spoke to him in a matter-of-fact way. His hands tightened on my side to a painful grip.

  “Stop now and maybe you won’t get punished.” It wasn’t the sexy punished he was talking about. He literally meant he was going to punish me. I got really scared.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I asked a lump in my throat. The dance came to an end and now I was on my own two feet as we stood to the side of the dance floor by the wall.