One direction imagines/preferences

dark harry

Harry imagine

My mind shook as cold shivers spiralled down my back.  Not because of the chilly December weather. Because of him. Tattoes etched on every single inch of skin on him. A simple black t-shirt and skinny ripped black jeans. Hes dangerous, I remembered my freind telling me. Dont go near him if you see him run as fast as you can. But my instincts glued me to the concrete a force of silent action made me stay. It was dark out. And I could smeel the smoke of his cigarette sticking to the air. A bottle of jack leaned up against the ally wall where he stood. I wanted to leave. But I couldn't. Once he made eye contact with me I knew he was trouble. Dark eyes filled with lust and want. I gulped and started walking. It was Harry. My head turned downward as I started running clutching my purse. My ears picked up the sound of his sneakers hitting the pavement heading for me. Harry. He tugged my arm and spun me around pushing me up  against another ally way. His face inches away. His breath lingred towards mine. "Arnt you a sweetie," he whispered laughing quietly. I glared his way and prayed to get out of his tight embrace. "Let me go," I said. "Why so eager sweetheart?" He whispred. "Becuase I don't want an old rag like you touching me you asshole," I murmred. His eyes filled with rage as he hit me leaving a hot sting on my face. I struggled out of his grip and got an idea. He kissed me biting my lip in the process. As he did that I kicked him in the...you know. He yelped with pain as I stifled a laugh and ran away to the nearest building. He came after me just (what a consadence) as a cop car came down. Maybe someone called. "Step away from the girl!" The cop called. He did and gave me a smirk. They put him in the car and harry glared at me but a hint of  lust still glimmred in his hazel eyes. I walked away and smiled to myself. All I could think about that night was harry. I knew he'd be back for more. But I liked that. Dark Harry.