Scared to Love You (Larry Stylinson)

Prologue

Ok, so Erin and I decided to give each other prompts to work off of (my idea) and the bold italicized  part is what Erin gave me.

-Erica 

          I stared intently at him. I had been trying to avoid him all night, but it was now inevitable to speak with him. He had been stealing glances over in my direction all night, and it sent cold shivers down my body whenever he did so.

          He was dangerous, I just knew he was. Tattoos covering his arms, studded ears, a demeaning look about him.

          For a second, he looked up. For a tenth of a second our eyes met, just long enough for me to see what an electric blue color his eyes were and his oddly feathery chestnut hair.  My eyes darted downward toward my water, as I didn't drink. My eyes squeezed shut as he realized I had been staring at him.

          My plans of avoiding him were soon cut short when out of the corner of my eye, I could see him start to walk straight towards me.  I wanted so badly to walk away as I always did during a bad situation, but for some odd reason I stayed there motionless, as the one whom I desperately wished to avoid was right in front of me...

          "I've never seen you before." His strong voice whispered into my ear, making a shiver erupt through my body.

          "I'm Louis." His body was now closer to mine, his demeanor seeming dominant despite his shorter height. "You'll be seeing me around later, but right now lets just savor the time we have." He moved even closer, smirking at the fact that he had me cornered.

          Without warning he pinned me  against the wall, his hands securing my wrists to the smooth wood with a tight grip. "You're a pretty one, aren't you?" His eyes now roamed my body, sending a wave of slight fear through me when his blue eyes pierced mine again.

          "Don't be scared," he started off, his lips now sucking a spot on my neck. "You'll be into it in no time." I won't lie, he was attractive, but I really wasn't into this at all. My voice had suddenly gone silent, not allowing me to say anything against his actions. His lips pressed up against mine, and I unintentionally kissed him back, stopping after a few seconds once I realized what I was doing.

          As quickly as he had made the move on me he released my wrists, still cornering me. He slowly brought his lips up to my ear again, his almost silent whisper filling me with an emotion I couldn't decipher. "Meet me here again on Friday, curly." He gently tugged on my earlobe with his teeth before walking back into the crowd of people in the middle of the room, leaving me as confused as  I had ever been.

          What just happened?