Target (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 5

I looked around the huge corridors, wondering where detentions are usually held. I walked in the same direction Harry had left in, and desperately searched through the dark, empty rooms. My pacing came to an instant halt as I saw a glimpse of brown curls in one of the rooms. I gulped, praying to God that he wouldn’t try anything in detention. Bracing myself, I peered into the plain classroom. There were only a few student desks, and one table meant for the teacher. Judging by its basic appearance, it was probably just an extra room. Harry was sitting on one of the desks with his phone in hand.

As quietly as possible, I tip toed in and debated on whether I should say something or not. There was no teacher in sight, only Harry. I took a deep breath in attempts to break the unnerving silence.

“W-where’s the teacher?” I spoke, inevitably breaking the silence whilst mentally bashing myself for stuttering.

Harry turned around and just smirked, eyeing me up and down. I shifted uncomfortably as he got off the desk and walked towards the door. With great purpose, he sauntered to the entrance and with a click, locked it.

“Teachers usually don’t stick around when they know I’m going to be here…” he finally answered in a humorous tone. His words only making me more anxious.

His stark figure moved towards me as I instinctively backed away from his tall presence. Big green orbs set with determination. Pink, plump lips curving up into a smile as he watched me tremble backwards. I cursed under my breath as the back of my thighs hit the edge of what’s supposed to be the teacher’s desk. The obstacle giving Harry a chance to pounce. His hips harshly met mine against the table. Long arms wrapping around my lower back. My irregular breathing easily acknowledged as he pushed my red hair off to one shoulder and kissed my neck. Eyes closing as he sucked on the tender skin.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”  He throatily whispered in my ear.

I involuntarily moaned at his words as my eyes suddenly darted open. His massive hands were roughly squeezing my ass under the plaid skirt. I became rigid at the contact and found the back of my hand meeting his cheek. A loud “smacking” noise echoed throughout the room from the slap. The back of my hand stung from the hit, the skin slowly reddening. My eyes widened as he bore no sign of pain from the strike. It hardly fazed him at all. Almost as though my slap was just an annoying fly. I watched in horror as his head tilted back towards me. Eyes filled with fury and darkness, anger washing over his entire body. His jaw tightened as I tried removing myself; however his hips had me pinned to where I was. I felt relief when he took a step back, only for him to imitate the same thing I did to him. With a powerful force he slapped the side of my face. The impact causing me to fall hard onto the cold, tiled ground. I disbelievingly brought my hand up to palm my stinging cheek. My head was pounding from the strike and heat within the room. Tears brimmed the edge of my eyes, threatening to weep. I refused to let any salty droplets be released though. I was not going to show any sort of weakness.

“You’ve got a lot to learn, love.” He smugly smiled down onto my pitiful appearance.

He crouched down to where I was on the ground, and pushed my shoulders back onto the floor, so that I was lying flat. Swinging his knee over my body, he was now straddling me. I frantically tried to shove him off; in a matter of seconds though, he had my wrists pinned above my head, now hovering over me. He leant his head down by my ear, his curls tickling my face.

“Try any shit like that again, and I guarantee more where that came from.” He harshly whispered. He brought his head back up with a devious grin, grazing his lips over my own. He crashed them down, urgently trying to pry mine open. He grew more irritated at my refusal in kissing back. His grip on my wrists strengthened, as my mind contemplated a way to get him off. An idea hatching, I let his tongue pass through my lips. Satisfied, I bit down on the muscle as it quickly retreated. I heard Harry mutter a curse word from the pain, then glare down at me. His frown turned into a snicker.