Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

“Go in there.” He said, gently pushing on my back into a room. There were no lights on, just the little remaining light of day and the small amount of moonlight. I swallowed hard as Harry closed the door and approached me once again. I backed up against the wall and pushed out my hands to stop him getting too close. He grabbed my wrists in one hand and held them by the side of my body. With the other hand he grabbed a lock of hair hanging by the side of my face, he twirled it around his finger. My breathing accelerated and heartbeat too. I struggled to get out any words, but I felt a tear roll down my face.

Harry smirked as he saw the tear; he wiped it off my cheek with his thumb and then dipped his head down and kissed me ferociously. His hips pressed against mine. I struggled in his hold, trying to release my hands from his grasp. I squinted my eyes shut in defeat and hoped that he’d leave me alone. His hand moved to my waist, he trailed it round to my bum and squeezed. I impulsively slammed my hands against his chest and pushed him off me. He staggered backwards, and I took the opportunity to run for the door and leave. I was still breathing heavily, my head was dizzy with confusion. I struggled to find the door handle in the dark but managed to spy a reflective glare coming from the golden orb. I grabbed the handle and twisted it as fast as I could, yanking the door open and running out into the artificial light of the landing.

I felt a strong tug on the collar of my shirt; Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, spinning me around as he did so. He looked down at me with anger on his face, his lip was curled up and his eyebrows were furrowed.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He asked sarcastically, wrestling with me, trying to break free. By now I was almost sobbing, terrified by this boy. I tried to think of a scenario where I left unharmed. I couldn’t think of anything…

“Come on beautiful.” He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into the room that was quickly becoming a prison. I was reluctantly pulled along into the room. He basically threw me onto the bed and then turned around to shut the door. It was almost pitch black in the room, the only fluorescence coming under the door and the streetlights outside.

“Harry, I’m begging you.” I stuttered. He knelt down in front of me and placed a finger on my lips ‘shh’ ing me as he did so. He smiled at me in the most sinister way and pushed my shoulders back on the bed so I was lying flat. He clambered on top of me, one knee either side of my hips, hands either side of my shoulders. I was so vulnerable, he could do anything to me and there was nothing I could’ve possibly done to stop him. I tried as hard as I could to wriggle from the cage he’d created but it was pointless. His strong arms stood like pillars around me.

I was trapped…there’s nothing I can do. I’m stuck. Harry’s lips were pressed against my neck, trailing up and down my warm skin; his teeth nipped my flesh as he sucked violently. I whimpered in pain, begging for him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen, he just wouldn’t.

Harry stood up off of me, turned around and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. There was no denying his beauty, but no matter how handsome he was, he was still trying to rape me. I took the little time that I had while Harry was pre-occupied to climb off the bed and out the window, onto the lattice panel clinging to the side of the house. As I put my leg out the window I noticed Harry turn to me with raised eyebrows and fury in his eyes. I basically jumped onto the ground from halfway down the lattice, hoping Harry was too far behind to catch me. I jumped and landed on my knees. It hurt so much, but I wasn’t about to let Harry catch me, I got up and ran. I don’t know if I took the right direction or not, but I ran anyway.

It wasn’t long before I heard a scream booming down the road, shouting after me, followed by a procession of heavy and fast footsteps. I could tell he was moving faster than me. The road was wet and almost slippery, but it was windy. A perfect place to hide.

“VIOLET!” He screamed. His voice was getting nearer, his footsteps becoming louder. I dare not turn back to see where he is; instead I turn a corner and hide in a nearby car park. I heard Harry’s footsteps slow to a walking pace. He was still calling my name, but he did it playfully now, as if this was a game. I hid behind a large black Range Rover, ducking down below the bonnet out of sight.

“Come on baby, come to Harry.” I saw a grin emerge on his face, but when his eyes fluttered in my direction, I hid away, almost moving under the car. His footsteps ceased. There was silence, except for the occasional passing of a car or bus. The silence rolled on for at least a minute. I had no clue where Harry was, for all I know, he’d left, gone back to the party to find another girl to pray on.

I stayed in my position for a minute more, hoping, dearly hoping he’d given up. I scoped around in front of me, there was a low brick wall separating the car park from a sharp fall, I couldn’t quite see over to determine how far it was, but I guessed it was fairly dangerous.

I risked it. I inhaled deeply before leaning my head around the corner of the bonnet. I placed my hand on the headlights of the car and pushed my body forward. My heart was beating impossibly fast but my breathing had slowed. There was no sign of Harry, nor was there a single sound in the car park. I stood from my position, content for now.

“Oh, there you are.” An arrogant and evil voice sounded from behind me. He was standing behind the Range Rover, his hand pressed up against the window. I gasped at his words, fear radiating through my body. I felt sick, I knew he’d be angry, and there was nothing I could do. I was trapped; he was obviously faster than me. I backed away from him, hoping to create as much space between us as possible. I swallowed hard, praying I’d get away. A pained and urgent look appeared on Harry’s face as I continued to step backwards.

“Violet, stop!” He screamed, reaching out his arm to try and grab me. This only made me walk back more. The back of my calf hit the low riding wall and I fell backwards, over the edge. I hadn’t been able to see just how far down the drop was, but I had a feeling I was about to find out. Harry ran towards me, arms out, eager to grab me. But he was too late. I fell for about ten seconds, landing on my side on what felt like grass.

I felt my elbow crack and my head hit the solid floor. I lay there, alone as I felt myself drift into unconsciousness.