Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

Being as there was nobody to take me home, they had an ambulance do it. I was glad I didn’t have to walk; it was an easy 12-mile trek. It was a long, awkward drive. Two paramedics accompanied me in the back. They’d advised me to lie on the bed, worried I still had a slight concussion. They talked amongst themselves for the majority of the ride, laughing and joking. I sat up silently in my bed the whole way.

One of the paramedics walked me to my gate, and gave me a care kit. My elbow was in a cast and that’s how it’d stay for a few weeks. I was more than a little pissed off with that.

“Thanks.” I said, the paramedic nodded his head and climbed back in the front of the ambulance, driving away and leaving me alone. Once again. I turned around to face my house. It was dark, they decided not to keep me in overnight, so I guess the only thing they could’ve done was bring me back. I noticed the lights were still on in the house, from where I stormed out.

I walked up to my door, pulling out my keys. Only to find the door was open. Of course, I never locked it. I pulled on the handle and walked in, locking it as I closed up.

“Oh, finally.” A booming voice said from behind me. I gasped heavily and whipped my head around to see who it was. Of course it was Harry. I pressed my back to the front door, eager to put as much distance between us as possible. He didn’t try to move any closer; he just stared at me with a smile on his face. He stood in the archway in the kitchen, leaning on a cabinet. His hair was flopped over his forehead in unruly curls.

“H-Harry. Please.” I stammered, fear in my voice as well as on my face. I felt my heartbeat quicken. Harry replied to my comment with an egotistical smirk. He moved towards me, close enough so that I felt his warm breath on my skin, he took my bandaged arm in his hand and caressed it. He looked at it in remorse, pain in his eyes. All I could do was stand there and look at him.

“I hurt you.” He spoke softly, still stroking my arm. I felt a sharp pain as he released it, letting it fall back to its original position. He stared into my eyes and let out a long sigh. His hand moved up to my face, he placed it on my cheek. I shuddered at his icy touch. He wrapped his fist in my hair, tugging it firmly. I squealed in pain, my head being dragged closer towards him. He placed his lips on mine, violently biting. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that any attempts to escape would be pointless

He felt my resistance, and didn’t like it. He pulled away, staring into my eyes with anger.

“Come on Violet, don’t be scared.” He said with an expressionless tone. He placed his lips back on mine, and I gathered that his words were encouragement to go along with it. I was frozen with fear though. I couldn’t reciprocate even if I wanted to, not that I did. I forced my self to move my lips, hoping that my compliance would cut short the torture. Harry let out a soft moan as he felt me reply. I was disgusted at myself for doing it. But I felt it was the only way. Harry pulled away once again.

“Good girl.” He said, looking up and down my body. His eyes stopped on my elbow, I could see the sadness in his eyes as he looked over it. I didn’t know what to focus on, I didn’t want to be caught staring at him, but I couldn’t think of anything else. He was undeniably beautiful, that was for sure. But nothing detracted from the fear I felt towards him, all I wanted was for him to leave me alone, I knew my fantasies were far-fetched but there was nothing I could think of other than that.

Harry grabbed me by my undamaged arm and dragged me upstairs, he pulled me at a faster pace than my feet were willing to go, and I stumbled up one of the steps. He led me into my room and let me go as I stood in the middle of the floor. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek, an inhuman noise accompanying it. He bent down in front of me, gathering some clothes off of the floor. A purple tank top and a pair of grey night shorts.

I stood in the middle of my room, shaking with fear. I knew Harry planned on doing something, I didn’t know what, I never wanted to find out. But I had a feeling I was going to, whether I like it or not. Harry placed the clothes on the foot of my bed, and reached for the hem of my shirt. I inhaled sharply as his fingers made contact with the soft flesh of my stomach. His hands clenched at the fabric of my shirt and gently pulled it over my head, being careful not to further damage my left elbow. My heart was racing; my cheeks flushed red as I stood there, in only my bra in front of Harry.

He placed my shirt on the floor and looked over my body, tracing his finger down the front of my torso. I closed my eyes and let the tears flood down my face. I was frozen. Harry’s face beamed with lust and desire, it was a look that terrified me, it was a look that I assumed plenty of girls before me had seen, whether they wanted to or not. His face soon recoiled as he saw my tears; he picked up the purple tank top and rolled it over my head, once again avoiding my bandaged arm. He unbuttoned my jeans and rolled them down, kneeling as he did so, he quickly picked up the night shorts and ushered me to step into them.

His face softened into a more sympathetic demeanour, he walked behind me and rolled back my bed covers, taking my hand and gently lying me down.

“You’re not like the others.” He said, caressing my forehead, he bent down and placed a kiss on my cheek, and I wondered what he meant by that,’ the others’. He lingered with the kiss, not taking his lips away for a few seconds, his eyes batted closed as I felt them brush across my cheek. I felt his hand grasp mine, he was now staring into my eyes, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Trust me.” He begged, a slight catch in his throat. I almost sensed sorrow in his voice. I pitied him. For just a second, I pitied him. His face quickly returned to a more lustful glare, which made me flinch.

“Goodnight beautiful.” He said, placing another kiss on my forehead. He stood up straight and walked out of my room, switching off the light as he went. I lay there in my bed frozen with an emotion that I’d never felt before. I couldn’t label it. It was completely new to me, but all I knew was that Harry was here to stay.

“Harry!” I called out; it came as a loud cry. I don’t know why I called for him; I just felt the need to see him. There was no denying he scared me…but I was drawn to him in some weird way. Harry’s footsteps ceased for a second, before he rushed into my room, alarm and shock on his face. I swallowed as he turned on my light and approached my bed once again. He towered above me, so I sat up. Harry crouched down so his face was at my level, just inches away. I don’t know what made me call out his name, I didn’t want him near me…but along with his dark aura and his wicked ways…he radiated this overwhelming sense of protection and comfort that I was becoming attached to.

“You’ll stay?” I asked feebly. Harry’s face lit up, a smile so broad, and so perfect. His dimples were the cutest thing’s I’d ever seen, his eyes narrowed on mine and he let out a small chuckle, before abruptly mellowing his smile. He took my hand and moved a little closer, placing a kiss on my lips, a kiss I found myself leaning into, putting effort into.

“I’ll stay.” He said, his eyes were closed, his forehead resting against mine. His words brought an indescribable smile to my face. Indescribable because I didn’t know why it was there. I hated Harry, he disgusted me, I knew that he was a womaniser and that he’d probably done this exact same thing a thousand times before. But I didn’t care. It worried me that I didn’t care because with that lack of caring, I knew I was putting myself in danger.

Harry released my hand and stood once again, looking down on me. His face morphed back to its trademark smirk. The smirk that sent shivers down my spine.

“Goodnight.” He said, before repeating his actions and leaving, turning off the light as he went, I heard him trotting down the stairs. I wondered why I’d asked him to stay…I really didn’t know. I just knew that along with the fear I felt for him, I also felt safety, a safety that I craved, that I needed.