Dark (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

I immediately spotted my group of friends in the crowded room. The party had become busier as the night drew on, the house barely containing the numerous intoxicated teenagers. It was then I noticed a rather attractive female appear in the doorway of the kitchen. Her smile lit up his face, brown eyes sparkling at me. My lips revealed a shy smile as she began to make her way over. But I grew a little disappointed as she stopped instantly, her vision darting to a spot over my shoulder. I spun to discover what she was intently looking at, a tall boy with dark curly hair angrily pinned him with his harsh gaze. I didn't recognise him at first, but a story my friend had frightened me with, floated to the front of my mind. This boy had lost his mind temper one night, beating a guy to the floor. He had a history of violent behaviour, no wonder my brown-eyes girl immediately backed off. She headed straight back into the kitchen without giving me a second look.

My pulse could be heard in my ears, mouth becoming dry. I stood frozen to the spot as the intimidating height of a male shadowed over me. My nervous eyes travelled up the length of his body, my fingers clutching round my cup a little tighter. His jeans clung perfectly on his lower half, a white t shirt adorning his torso. It was yet so properly meet the dark focus I knew was trained on my face.

"Dance with me." He spoke in a raspy voice.

I didn't have time to respond before he tugged me away, the cup I was holding dropping and spilling to the floor. A large palm was placed on my lower back forcing me forwards into his body. My hand flew up to his chest to stop myself from pressing into him. His rough actions left me utterly speechless; I'd never been treated like this before. My fingers were clasped, the currently unnamed male, encouraging my hand round the back of his neck. I boldly looked up, stunned to see a pair of sparkling eyes peering down at me. They were almost a jade colour, framed with dark lashes. But I soon shook off the intriguing sparks running through my body. My cautiousness heightened as pink, heart shaped lips pulled into a smirk.

"What's your name, Precious?"

"L-Louis." I stuttered.

He smiled down at me, his overpowering presence travelling to my ear.

"I'm Harry." He hotly whispered.

Before he withdrew, the fullness of his lips pressed to the spot just below my ear. My eyes fluttered closed and I gripped his neck tighter. I released a gasp as he forced my hips to his. A deep chuckle vibrated in his chest, clearly enjoying the reaction he was drawing from me. I had never experienced anything like this before, apparently it was obvious.

"I like you" he smirked "You're so...innocent."

His dark gaze fell down to my chest, taking advantage of his height he indulged in the view down my top. My fingers dropped from where I held his nape. The urge to redden his cheek with my palm was growing. But I restrained, still fearful of the towering male. My hands rose up to shove him away, but he caught hold of my wrists.

"Now, now." He huskily spoke.

Harry brought my arms down to my sides in his firm hold. I flinched as he took his time to run a warm touch down my back. His long fingers wriggled into the back pocket of my jeans and I soon realised he was searching for my phone. His hand lingered and it became clear that wasn't his only objective. My backside was tightly squeezed before the item of interest was taken from my jeans. The strained whimper that escaped from my jeans. The strained whimper that escaped my parted lips caused his to quirk up in a grin.

I stood silently as Harry typed in his number. A beep sounded seconds later and I realised he had texted himself from my phone. He now had my number. What on Earth was going on? I had been separated from my friends for no more than five minutes and I was now in the presence of a guy who evidently only had one thing on his mind. Hot breath trickled down my neck as he slid my phone back into its previous place. The air was squeezed from me, Harry pressing the front of his body to mine. The low moan that erupted from the back of his throat took me by surprise, Harry finding pleasure in my chest firmly pushed to his muscled torso.

"Stop." I weakly pleaded.

I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. His plump lips came down to my ear once again.

"I don't think so, Handsome. We're gunna have some fun."

I shivered at his words. Harry frightened me, but this time my fear caused me to lash out.

He withdrew slightly before my hand made contact with his face. It was clearly unexpected from the expression of anger commandeering his tight features. His left cheek was branded with a pink tinge before aggressively gripping hold of my forearms.

"I can tell you're going to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that." He smirked.

He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released on of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck.

"Harry." I begged.

I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety.

Harry steeped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer.

"You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

His lustful gaze burned up and down my body before he turned and confidently strolled away. I stood stunned for a short time, unable to process what actually happened.

"Shit." I cursed.

I hastily elbowed my way through warm bodies, desperately attempting to find my friends. When I reached them they were animatedly chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to what had taken place a matter of seconds ago. I opened my mouth to speak but was stunted.

"What's wrong?" Marcus asked, worry in his voice.

"I-I.."

Casper removed my hand from the spot in my neck. Their eyes widened at the sight.

"Woah.' George's mouth hung open. "Who the hell gave you that?"

I instantly regretted my movements as I stupidly touched the painful spot on my neck again. My touch remained but my fearful eyes were locked on a spot across the room. My friends ' heads curiously turned to see what I was intently fixed on, or rather who. Harry stared back, a smirk playing on his full lips. We witnessed him call goodbye to the guys he was conversing with before he made a beeline for the exit. But that wasn't before he held my focus hostage. The wink I received from Harry rendered me speechless as I watched him disappear.

I spun back to my friends. George's mouth parted to comment on the event but quickly shut it, unstable to form a coherent sentence. Casper eventually broke the silence.

"Holy shit."