I weaved throughout the crowd of sweaty bodies grinding against each other in rhythm to the music booming throughout the club.
I don't know how Julie, my sister, had talked me into coming out with her tonight. She begged and begged me pleading 'please it's your18th birthday' i was never really into the whole partying scene and wasn't even that social when i was in school . Eventually I couldn't put up with her so I agreed and every minute I'm here I regret it more and more wishing I could go home and find my anxiety meds my sister took from me. She never knew why I took them so when she found them she took them leaving me with withdrawl.
I had almost made it out of the people and to the bar where my sister sat sloppily with her friends before I felt a firm hand grab my wrist, I looked behind thinking immediately it was Him but It turn and saw a man with dark hair who looked to be in his forties with scruff covering his chin and cheek bones, he tried to dance with me but I denied which started to anger him. He tightened his grip to my wrist which started to hurt. I cringed in pain as the man brought his face close to mine,
"Dance with me" the man said, the smell of liquor and cigarettes lingered in my nose as he spoke. He was a typical douche, trying to find a quick slut to bring home. He started to mumble something in my ear something about the things he could do and how good he'd make me feel which I ignored screwing my eyes closed waiting for him to just stop talking so i could leave but as he talked I had a feeling he wouldn't let me out of his grasp anytime soon.
"you know that dress is nice, it'd look better on my fl-"
The man was cut off as he was jerked back by someone I was yet to see keeping my eyes closed.
"what are you doing touching my girlfriend?!" I opened my eyes quickly to see where the voice was coming from and saw the boy who yelled at the man taking a step toward him. The man quickly let go of my wrist and stepped back. He put his hands up in defeat and looked scared for his life.
" look buddy I didn't know sorry" The man quickly said before running away. I turned to the boy and gave him a small smile.
"Uh thank you for that he was starting to scare me" I said shyly as I felt my cheeks turning a shade of crimson as I glanced at the boy but keeping my vision mainly to the floor.
He eyed me up and gave me a devilish smirk. He was quite tall and had a very intimidating appearance with Dark brown and curly hair that swept across his forehead and to the side, he even had a black lip ring that he brought between his teeth and I saw underneath his plain white t shirt he had quite a bit of tattoos.
I looked down at his clenched fists and saw small cuts and scars which were surly from previous fights.
"No problem, but I'm sure he's not who you've got to be scared of" he said with a wink, I raised my eyebrows, you're fucking me right? Another horny douchbag.
The boy stepped closer and reached for my clutch purse and taking out my phone. I was to scared to deny his actions so I let him continue. I watched as he quickly tapped in a few things before giving me my things back.
"give me a ring sometime babe." he said smirking down at me, I looked at him in disgust and just scoffed. He may have just saved and.... maybe he was attractive but he seemed shady?
"yeah right" I said sassily to him. He stepped toward me, towering over me by a good half a foot. He leaned down a bit, I could feel his hot breathe against my neck as he brushed his lips gently against my ear sending shivers down my spine.
"You won't be able to resist me" he whispered in a low tone, he started to kiss my neck before sucking harshly, drawing a bit of blood even, he pulled away and smiled looking satisfied with the mark he had left.
I could already feel the skin becoming bruised but I just stood there mouth agape as the tall figure walked off as if nothing had just happened. I felt my phone vibrate and looked at the flashing screen.
Harry? I didn't know a Harry? I opened the text and it read
'dont forget to call me babe ;)'
I locked my phone and put it into my clutch, so the boys name is Harry?
Harry.
The name had already started to ring around I my brain as I walked to my sister. Man she was drunk. I helped her out of the club and to my car, where she sat and sung some new song about partying and getting drunk. That definitely fit her.
I dropped her off at her house and drove back to my flat. I got home and fumbled with the keys opening my front door.I went to my bathroom and peeled off my clothing and showered but i stood in the heat a while thinking of what had happend tonight.
i eventually dried off and put on a tank top and shorts and went to bed, I don't know why but the boy...Harry was still all I could think about. Why should I have to fear him? I don't know what about him made me so intrigued but I was. I looked down at my phone and thought for a second before I quickly typed in the name 'Harry' in and listened to the phone ring
"hello?"
