Dream Killer (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Chapter 9

He pulled me tight to his chest. "Don't leave. You just got here." I can smell his minty breathe taunting me to kiss him again.

"okay." I manage to say gently and he let's go. I head over to the couch and sit down. Harry just stands in place.

"Do you have that feeling?" he asks.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, that feeling. When you see me?" he asks with big hazel eyes.

I do. Honestly, I know exactly what he's talking about. Whenever I see Harry or hear his name, my stomach flutters and I end up dreaming about him. It's ridiculous what one kiss can cause.

"Do you?" I ask with curiosity.

"Of course I do." he admits it. He walks over to me and sits next to me on the couch. "That's the reason why I kissed you." I blush and look down.

He stands up. "I get it."

"What?" I ask confused

"You don't have that feeling, I understand." He starts walking towards the door.

"Harry wait." I stand up to go get him but he's already out the door. "Harry!" I run towards the door and when I open it, I see a huge room full of seaty people on top of each other half dressed with glitter on their faces. The noise goes up and my eyes goes blind for a second from the flashing lights.

"Harry!" I scream into the room. I step into the room and close the red door behind me. I walk into the crowd and push past the people crashing into me."Harry!" I scream even louder.

"Ow!" I yell when someone pinches my arm. Someone grabs my arm hard and starts dragging me through the sea of people. I try to see who's in front of me but there's way too many people. They have a really hard grip around my arm . Finally we past the people and I'm brought into another room. Not just a room...a bathroom?

"Let go of me!" I am released from his grip and he turns around. It's an older man, with an unshared stubble on his face and dirty baggy clothes.

"Well hello there." His voice is dry and deep.

"I don't know you." I say and then start heading to the door.

"Whoa slow down there sugar. You ain't going anywhere." He puts his hand up on the door. No one will be able to hear me either because of the loud music. This place is rotten wood with moss growing on the side.

"Stop." I say in a firm voice.

"You gotta boyfriend pretty lady?" the man asks.

"Yes." I say without thinking. "He's looking for me so he will find me. I already texted him." I lie thinking of Harry.

"Well he's going to be too late." the man starts to lean into me. He's now an inch away and his breath reeks of vodka and liquor.

"Please...stop." I'm begging now.

He puts his hand on my thigh and begins to go up and up my dress. I grab his hand and slap him across the face . "Damn you!" I scream.

"Don't you ever touch me like that you bitch." he replies and slaps his hand back in my thigh. He pinches it hard I try and try to push him away. Why did I come here? Amd where's Zayn? Wheres Harry? Just then the door slams open.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Harry screams in the mans face and punches him in the jaw. The man falls forward and Harry knees him in the stomach. Then he kicks him in the stomach and the man is now lying on the ground. Harry gives him one last kick and spits on him.

He grabs my hand and brings me into the room we were in before.

I go to the couch and sit down all the way against the edge. Harry locks the door behind him and come over to the couch again on the opposite end.

"Harry I want to go home." I say fear clear in my voice.

He outs his face in his hands leaning over and stays silent.

"Harry, I want to go home. Now. Will you please drive me home. Please?" I beg once again.

He looks up at me again and his eyes are swelled and red. Water was coming down his cheeks. He pulled back at his hair and looked up at me. "I'm so sorry, Drew. So sorry, this was all my fault, if I hadn't had listened nothing would have happened. I-I'm sorry. I just, sorry." he burries his face back into his hands and shakes his head.

"Harry, no. This had nothing to do with you. You saved me, you helped."

"fuck." he says beneath his breath. "Nothing would've happened though if I-"

"Shh" I say. I scoot closer to him so now we are only an inch away from his face. "Yes." I whisper.

"Yes what?" he asks his eyes still red and swollen.

"I have that feeling." I say and push my lips against his.