I gently rested my head on my boyfriend of two weeks' shoulder as he wrapped his strong, tan arm around me and kissed me on the forehead.
"I'm so happy I found you" he says
I look up into his sparkling green eyes.
I still get so nervous around him at times, I mean it's Harry Styles. I'm just a lucky fan.
"I wouldn't be here without you, you know that."
He stares into my eyes end leans forward, 'FIRST KISS WITH HIM' repeats over and over again in my head.
Harry leans so close that I'm laying beneath him on the couch.
He hovers over me, holding up most of his own weight. I wrap my arms around his neck and wait.
He smiles his gorgeous smile and leans in slowly, my heart starts beating faster and faster and my eye-lashes flutter when his plump lips brush against mine.
He waits for a moment and finally
leans in and kisses me.
It's not rushed. It's slow and passionate. Kissing Harry just feels right.
We pull apart and he sits back up and pulls me to him again.
A loud thunder booms and lightning strikes, I shrink in Harry's Teeenage Runway shirt and wrap my arms round his waist, feeling him pull me to him, I can feel his heart beat.
"You're mine now, and nothing is ever going to hurt you or put you in danger again."
He looks at the faded cuts on my wrists and slowly brings them up to his mouth. Never moving his eyes from mine.
He then closes his eyes and kisses both wrists.
***FLASHBACK***
I was walking home from a study night with my friends for our finals. It's 11 at night, June 19th. Probably not the best time to be walking around the streets of London, especially considering how dark it is.
Almost back to my parents house when I hear a sneering voice.
"Mmm Mmm well aren't you looking sexy tonight."
My body freezes.
Troy.
The pervert at my school who's had a massive crush on my best friend; Jade and I since Grade 7.
"Not in the mood Troy. I say and turn on my heel.
Troy grabs my wrists and pins me to the alley wall.
"Don't be difficult Raegan" he teases me.
I struggle against his strong hold.
But Troy is strong. And tall.
He's 6"1 and is the star offender on our school's varsity football team.
So, naturally, that makes him a "Mr. Popular." That gives his creepiness a cover up. Everyone considers it as a "bad boy jock thing" but I know better.
Troy is cute. Really attractive. He's got these amazing brown eyes and spiked up brown Hair. Kinda like those YouTubers; Jack&Finn! He's got an amazing accent, but his looks don't effect me as much because he kinda creeps on me.
He shoves his hips against mine and pins both if my wrists to the wall.
I squirm a little, not helping too much considering my height of 5"6 and slim build, but having an older brother teaches you things. I Kick him in the crotch and he moans, stumbling back.
I look down both sides of the alley, dark enough now for there to be street lights are on, wind is whipping and now it's cold.
"Ooh I like feisty" he shoves his hands on my hips and pins me to the wall. Kissing me. I struggle against him, not kissing back. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark tall figure.
Obviously that person could tell I was being forced into this because I felt Troy's body being ripped from mine and I hear something hit the wall about 3 feet from me.
I rub my wrists and turn to the man.
I see bright yellow tennis shoes, white athletic shorts and a white shirt, brown, wavy/curly hair all messed up. He's tall, taller than Troy ... 6"3 ish.
I see an arm swing up and make contact with Troy's face.
It's dark and my eyes are blurry from the tears. But, I know that body.
Harry Styles.
My thoughts are confirmed when I hear his accent:
"You don't touch a girl like that, ever"
I hear some mumbling from Troy. Obviously something Harry didn't want to hear.
He makes contact with his gut and Troy doubles over.
"No. She's not my girlfriend" Harry sneers. "But never treat a woman like that."
He kicks him to the ground and gives him a dirty look before walking over to me, fixing his curls. He smiles.
"You okay love?"
I start to shake. I can't believe it, Harry. I want to hide my wrists. I cross my arms. But I think Harry could see the nervousness in my eyes.
He walks closer to me and pulls out my wrists. He examines the cuts. From a few days ago.
We meet eyes.
"No. Stop. You're beautiful babe. Don't do it."
He pulls me into a hug before I speak.
His hugs make me feel protected.
"What's your name beautiful?"
"Raegan" I smile at him "like Ray-Gan" he chuckles.
"I'm Har-"
"I know" I wink at him
"and you're a fan." he smiles.
"even better"
"How old are you Rae?"
I blush at the use of the nickname.
"Turning 18 in October!" I say to him.
A look of satisfaction crosses his face.
Well, Rae. C'mon lets get you home"
***END OF FLASHBACK***
