Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

(I JUST QUICKLY WANT TO THANK THE PEOPLE WHO VOTED AND COMMENTED. I ALSO WANT TO SAY THAT I'M SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO POST YESTERDAY, I WAS TOO TIRED TO. BUT, I WRITE TWO STORIES NOW, SO I WILL BE UPDATING ONE OF THEM EVERYDAY. SO, THE STORY WILL BE UPDATED EVERY SECOND DAY. AGAIN, I JUST WANT TO THANK YOU. LOVE YOU! X) 

- PS. SUGGESTIONS ON REBECCA'S CHARACTER?

He took another step forward with a stupid grin on his face, "Why are you scared of me? I'm not going to hurt you, babe." 

He talks like he owns me, he doesn't. I just don't know what to do. The printing machine finally makes a sound and I tear the bill slip off it. I gulp and placed it over the counter near him. 

"That's your bill.", I was scared to even hand it to him. I was terrified and the worst part was I was alone in that kitchen. All I could do was wish that someone, anyone would appear from that door and rescue me. 

Harry chuckles and picks the slip off the counter, "You don't even have the guts to hand this shit in my hand now?" 

I roll my eyes, just to make him believe I wasn't scared, though it felt like I could wet my pants anytime now. Harry shoves his hand into his back pocket, taking out money and placing it over the counter with the slip, "Here's the damn bill." 

Harry didn't sound mad, it sounded like he had a different emotion right now. He sounded upset. I shake my head and put those thoughts away, I don't and I shouldn't care what he sounds like. 

He sighs, "Where's that girl I saw here in the restaurant a few days back?" 

"What do you mean?" 

I snapped, folding my hands across my chest just to create more space between us. He was closer than he should be and I didn't want anything to haunt me today. It already took me long enough to recover of that stupid night and his hands over my waist, his warm breathe across my neck. I felt my breathing getting heavier, why the hell was I thinking about that day again? 

He smiles and traces his long finger over my arms, "She's still here, I see that now. Don't hide her in, she's way hotter." 

I gulp and jerk his hand away, "This place is staff only, get out." 

Harry runs a hand through his hair, scratching the back of it with a smirk on his face, "Girls don't tell me to leave, I take them where and when I want to." 

I...I actually have no idea how I feel about all his dirty comments. They make me laugh in the back of my head but I know I can't show it over my face, he might think I'm interested when I'm clearly not.  

"Well, I'm not just any other girl, Harry." 

He takes another step forward and runs his hand over my jaw; I turn my head to the other side. I hear him smile, "That's exactly what turns me on." 

I can't find the courage to push him away, though I want to. I can't just let him close to me, I don't want him to think I need him and I'm interested. My judgement is so clouded right now. I hold all my emotions in when he leans in and breathes only an inch away from my lips, "Say my name again." 

I didn't move my hands; they were still folded across my chest. I lick my lips, trying to form words inside my mind.  

He chuckles and looks at the floor, "Stop doing that Rebecca. I might just kiss you." 

Okay, that's it. I finally unfold my arms and push him a little, "Don't come close to me, Harry. Just...don't." 

I furrow my brows, I didn't understand why it took me so long to react, to process all this. I point to the door, "Get out."