The Dark Side | Harry Styles

The Dark Side Chapter 9

The Dark Side Chapter 9

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*Slam!*

The sound of the front door slamming shut rung through out the flat. "Annabelle. Is that you?" I heard my mum's angelic voice. I stopped at the doorway of the kitchen. She came around the corner wiping her hands with a dish towel.

"Hi mum," I gave her a nervous smile. "Annabelle. Sweetie. What is on your neck?" Worried flashed across her face as she walked over to me in a hurry.

My heart started pounding, my hands started to shake and become sweaty from nervousness. I bit my lip to keep my mouth shut.

My father turned his head in our direction; away from the game he was watching. He stood up from the couch and walked over to us. He too had a worried expression.

I covered my neck and looked down, wincing a little at the tender spot. "It is a bruise," my father said. "Annabelle smith. Is that a hickey?" My mum gasped. My eyes widen as I shook my head frantically.

"No," I said. "Does that boy Harry have something to do with this?" My father frowned. "No," I lied through gritted teeth, "It isn't a hickey and neither does Harry have anything to do with this. I was at the library and I fell."

"You fell?" They both questioned. "Yeah," I couldn't help but let my voice drop. "I tripped and landed on the bookshelf," I said. "A bookshelf?" My mum asked as I nodded to reply.

"Yes. Now I'm going to bed," I awkwardly said as I walked away leaving two confused parents. I hurried up the stairs and ran to my bedroom. I slammed my door shut.

I stood in the darkness of my room, breathing heavily. I swallowed and let out tiring breaths. I rested my head against the cool mirror that hung on the back of my door. "I'm going to be in so much trouble," I murmured to myself to no one in particular.

My heavy breathing was the only sound you can hear in this dark, alone bedroom. My breathing started calming down when I tried catching my breath. My head still laid against the mirror as my eyes were closed too.

I felt hands grasp my hips causing me to let out a gasp. I let out a quiet scream but their hand covered my mouth. I was turned around to be face with the green eye, curly hair man.

He looked me up and down with a smirk playing upon his lips. He leaned in and whispered, "Miss me?"

I instantly relaxed at his touch as my breath went back to normal. "Harry," I whispered as I playfully slapped his arm. He let out a low chuckle as he pulled me close to his warm body.

I rested my head against his chest and looked up at him only to see him looking back. His arms draped on the lower part of my back; my arms wrapped around his torso. He seemed to have instantly relaxed at my touch too.

In the darkness of my room with only the moonlight shinning through the curtains, I can still see a smile across his lips. He was enjoying my presence in his arms. I couldn't help but enjoy it too. His smile faded for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why are you sorry?" I asked. "I wasn't there for you," he said. "I was so worried that something happened to you after school. Promise me you will let me know where you are going?" He pleaded.

His eyes were filled with worried. His face reaction spoke the same thing. He really was worried for me.

"Harry," I began. "Please," he pleaded. I stared back in his eyes to see they were filled with sincere. I gave him a small nod and said, "I promise." He held me tighter in his arms.

I pulled my arms out if his grasp and entwined our hands. I guided him to the bed and sat down on the edge. "Stay here," I whispered. He gave me a small nod before I stood up and walked to my closet to pull out an oversize t-shirt.

I walked in the bathroom to change. After, I came back out to see Harry laying in bed looking at a photo album. I leaned my body against the door frame and crossed my arms.

I rested my head against the wall as I watched him smile at the pictures. He would even laugh at some of them.

I smiled before making my way over to him. I laid down next to him causing him to look up and place the photo album aside. He wrapped his tattoo, strong arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. I let him.

"You were cute when you were younger," he said as he began to play with my hands. "So you're saying I'm not cute now," I teased. He let out a quiet yet goofy laugh. "I'm saying your cute then. Now your drop dead sexy," he sent me a wink.

My cheeks turned a light shade of pink and I'm glad that he couldn't see. "I'd like to take you to the tattoo shop I currently work at," he said out of the no where. "Where's that at?" I asked.

"Just a few ways into town. I'd like you to get a small tattoo," he said. I let out a laugh and shook my head. "I don't think so," I said. "Come on. You should. It isn't as bad as you think," he edged me on with a smile.

"No tattoos for me. I'm trying to stay clean free of tattoos. You should get one. Add to your collection," I said as I began to trace his tattoos down his arms. "Where should I get it?" He asked. I looked up at him in bewilderment.

"I was kidding Harry," I said with a joking smile. "Maybe I should get one on my forehead," he joked causing me to laugh but stopped once I remembered my parents were just down stairs.

"Is it your parents telling you that you cannot get a tattoo? or is it your decision?" He asked going into a more serious tone. I laid back as I thought about it. Was it my parents or me? Were my parents forcing me not to get a tattoo. Do I really want one?

"I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. "You know," he whispered as he crawled above me. "You should get one here," he said as he pointed to my hip. His eyes trailed down my body then up at my eyes.

His arms were on either side of me as it held him up. He leaned in. His face inches away from mine. His lips were inches away from mine. I closed my eyes waiting for him to kiss my lips but it never came.

Soft lips pressed against my forehead before I felt his forehead rest against mine. His soft heavy breathing was the only sound heard. "Stay," I whispered. He nodded as we both opened our eyes.

"Promise me one more thing," he said. I nodded letting him know to continue. He traced small circles on my hips and trailed his fingers up and down my sides. His hands found their way underneath my shirt. His hands rested gently on my hips.

"Don't fall in love with me," he said. I looked at his lips then up at his eyes.

"That's not a problem."

A/n: An update like I said! I got a English and science test tomorrow yippie! Note the sarcasm. Glad it's almost thanksgiving. Two things I want to say. For my 150th follower they will get a shout out, a dedication to one of my chapters in either story of their choice, and a personal imagine with any boy of their choice! Six more people left! Also I'd like you wonderful people to check out Thebristishtheirish's story The Farm Girl! Thank you so much!!