In Style || Harry Styles

XXVI

Oliveira -

We make our way into the woods. My boots are attacked by sticks, thorns, and dirt. All of a sudden my eyes are hit with bright lights.

"Surprise." I hear him say with some sort of joy in his voice. As everything gains focus once again. I see a very big ice rink.

Whats this?

I cant help but to smile. He went through all of this just for me? I feel my cheeks slash itself with the reddest of paint.

"Harry. This is so nice."

My voice barley audible. The rink is empty, not one soul lingers here except for us. It looks so beautiful. Everything looks clean and new, the paint is fresh on its canvas. Not a single crumb is scattered amongst the ground.

It's perfect just like him.

Did he just buy this place??

"Do you like it?" His voice doesn't show any form of worry, its confident and strong.

"Yes but i don't know how to ice skate." Yes i can barely walk with my crooked two left feet. "Perfect." He begins to pull me from the hand. "Harry!" I want to protest. " i wanna teach you how."

He knows how to ice skate?

"No, Harry." I whine. I plant my feet into the ground, I'm not moving. "Stephanie. Don't temp me.
Never mind.

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"Here you are Miss Oliveira, of stylish skates, size 6." Harry says like a redundant cashier.  He holds up pair of black leather ice skates. "Thank you." I say while rolling my eyes at his sarcastic remark.

As i reach to grab them he snatches my wrist. "Don't roll your eyes at me. He itches closer to me. I stop when i feel the wall touch my back. He puts both of his arms on my hips tightly. "I'm s-sorry." I trip over my own words. He eyes glow with lust. As he releases me, i rush to put on my skates.

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"Aughh!" I hear my own wretched scream in my ears as my butt meets the ice ground. My ears capture the sound of Harry's unmistakable laughter. "Damn it!" I shout.

Harry glides himself next to me with skill. He holds out his ring decorated hand. "I'll show you basics."

I take it...

His strong figure is the only think that i have that can hold my up. "Okay.. I'm going to let you go." He slowly begins to pulls himself far from me. "No! Please don't let me go!" I begin to panic.

"I won't let you fall again, okay?" His soft voice plucks the deepest strings of my heart.

"Okay."

"Bend your knees ,baby."

I do so.

"Dont be stiff."

I quickly look back at my feet and Harry.

"Don't look at your feet look at me,

"Move gently to me."

I slide myself  steps to him.
His face shows stale encouragement.

I move faster, too fast almost. I can feel my legs slip underneath me. I land on my bum again. "Ouch.."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." I breath out in frustration.

He pulls me up and doesn't let go.

"Stephanie. Think of this like an act of trust. He grabs my hand and holds it tight.

"How?"

"Well think about it this way, If you you trust me not to let you fall then the possibilities are endless."

He pulls me gently across the ice. Keeping true to his word.

"But you let me fall already." I look straight into my eyes. He looks lost in words until his smirk forms.

"There's always a few bumps in the road"

-

After several moments of me panicking and falling on my bum. Harry decides that we go back to his house for dinner.

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"What would you like?" He takes off his suit jacket and reveals his button up shirt. He takes off his shiny platinum cuff links and pulls up his sleeves

"Anything. I have hardly eaten today."
"Why is that?" He questions

"Well i wasn't hungry." I admit

As soon as I opened my mouth, my phone rings

Incoming Call : Ian <3

"Hello?"  My voice cracks slightly as i greet him.

"Hey girl, how the hell are you?"
"Im fine."

"Hey do you have the homework for Johns class?"

I breathe in heavily "No i have Mrs. Moris for math."

"Damn it! And your in AP right?"

"Yup."

I hear him sigh in frustration. "Bye love you girl."

"Sorry love you too."

Im faces with Harry's stone cold green eyes. "Who was that?" He stares blankly into my eyes.

"My friend Ian, he was asking about the math homework." I twist and turn on the pale grey bar stools.

He continues to chop carrots.

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As dinner continues on i begin to think...

Would I do this?

Would i enter the world of this forbidden art?

Could i?

Would i be able to with stand the agonizing pain or the paralyzing  pleasure?

"Harry?" I say lowly hoping he doesn't hear my pitiful weak voice.

"Yes?"

Damn

His eyes don't leave the cutting board. I take in a large gulp of air. "This question might be a little out of the blue but... how much pain will i be put in during this stuff?"

The room runs with pure silence, he moves his hands away from the cutting board.

"As much as i want."

My throat dries completely. I can feel an unappealing feeling near my chest. Suddenly my voice betrayals me. "Do you want to put me through pain?"

"Yes."

I almost want to cry at his bare harsh words. He wants to put me through pain for his own satisfaction. How can someone enjoy watching others suffer?

"Stephanie...." He moves towards me
"What are you afraid of exactly?"

Everything.

He rests his large veiny hands on my tiny thighs. I look at his rings. Not wanting to look at him.

"Nothing.. I'm just... nervous." I for some reason feel terrible for admitting the way I feel to him.

"Well that's understandable, I mean about a day ago you were a virgin."  He places his index finger against my jaw line gently.

"Don't feel bad, I understand." Feel like throwing up at his words. I hate myself for feeling this way. I mean I do trust him. I think I wouldn't mine the pain. I just don't know what I'm feeling for him and that is what's bugging me the most.