Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

*Hazza’s P.O.V*

“LET ME DOWN! LET ME DOWN!” Eya’s loud and irritating fucking scream. I and Harry just kept on walking while she’s struggling on my hold, but I just keep it tighter not giving her an opportunity to move, she’s too bold on us. I can’t really think on how she slaps me, she’s the only girl who did that to me. She deserves some lesson. Damn that fuck. “Come on babe.” I bring her down when we reached the empty room, actually we own the school, so it means that every little dust here inside, it’s OURS. I and Harry usually skips on this room cause we don’t know what to do with this, it doesn’t help, not until we met this Eya Crayson. Ugh, yeah, she’s damn hot, I can see the perfect curves of her body on her tight t-shirt, her black wavy hair is so smooth and long, and it tingles my arms, her legs is hot though we just can only see the perfectness of the figure fitting her denim pants.

I gripped her hands tightly not allowing any movements. Harry locked the door and I pulled Eya on the corner of the room, then I pinned her hands on the wall. Her afraid dark brown lens staring at me, “What on hell do you want?!” she yells. Harry strolls in Eya’s side, then he cups her chin, “You babe, you.” she tried to escape, yet she fails. I let my eyes fall on her perfect body, she’s way too good but I still don’t like her slap. “By the way,” I started,  “about the slap.”, Eya grins at me making herself more attractive, “You deserve it.” She continue my broken words. “Oh what the fucking hell Eya? I don’t deserve that, but let me just give you a few lesson, with pleasure.”  She gasps at what I said, my hands grip tighter onto her lovely hands. I slowly bring my lips into her pink delicate ones, she was frozen, I didn’t receive any actions from her, but the shock expression still painting on her face. A few seconds after, she suddenly pops into the reality and push my shoulders far away from her. I took a little step backward showing that she’s not good enough on that. “LET. ME. GO.” Her demand doesn’t help but it’s just turning me on, and I guess on Harry too. Her boldness is unique, I never saw that on girls I flirt and who flirts me before. She deserves a clap. “I’d love to watch this scene but I’d prefer to join. Is it ok with you lad?” Harry’s eyes turning black and darting to the girl I’m gripping. “It’s ok lad, help me to teach her the lesson.” Harry smirks and didn’t waste any second, he kisses Eya’s cheek, “you go first.” Harry said.

*Eya’s P.O.V*

I am frozen, I didn’t know what to do, I want to move but my body stops me, I don’t know if I’m afraid or shock or maybe both. Hazza nods at Harry and turns his lens on me, his dark green lens makes me tremble. Hazza bounded his hand on my hair and brought it on one shoulder, out of a sudden, he dips his head on my neck, kissing it. I struggle on his hold desperately getting out of this maniacs, I success on another try but Harry caught my hands and holds it. “No, you bad girl” I heard Harry’s voice, meanwhile, Hazza’s plump lips find my sweet spot, I tried to stop the little moan coming out but it doesn’t work. I heard him smirk, he sucks my neck giving me a swollen red mark. He brought his head up, his face full of arrogance.

“I’m great. Am I babe?”

“Shut up and let me go!”

“No no no. We’re not done yet. It’s only the beginning.”

“You—“

“Lad have her.”

Hazza releases his warm body on mine and Harry took the place, I did my very best to get rid of him, but he’s so strong. “Attempt fail babe.” Harry puts his hand on my hip and one on my chin, cupping it again. He pressed his lips on mine, and thunderstruck hit me. I push him as strong as I can, he took some steps backward, enough to give me some space and run away. When I reach the door knob, I realized that Harry locked it, gullible girl. “Nice try babe” Harry grins. The brothers draw near to me, fear and wrath mixing up on my blood, I don’t know what to do, I just gathered all my strength and exclaims, “LET ME GO!” the brothers smirk at me as they both reach my vibrant body. “No. Not unless you’ll be giving what we want.” Hazza spoke, “What?”

*After class*

Daphne run towards me, and she breathily speaks up, “Hey, you’ve been quiet since you came late on the classroom with Styles brothers. Tell me what happen!” I sighed, blowing away my anger. “Well it was just—“I was cut off on responding when someone took a grip on my waist and pulled me and I hit on someone’s back. I tilted my face and before I knew, that mystery one spins me to face him, and I met Hazza’s smirking face, “Hi babe.” Then he torridly kisses me. I push him away, Hazza winks at me before walking away, and Harry was next to him. I gasp when he touches my back and kiss my soft spot marked with red on my neck. They left me, eyes widened, I face at Daphne who’s curiously thinking what’s happening then I continued, “That deal.”