Impure Affair {h.s.}

twenty three

Harry.

I didn't want her to leave, she couldn't leave.
"Rose and I will be right back." I drag Rose behind me and bring her upstairs. My grip grew tighter everytime she pulled.
"Harry let go of me."

"Shut up." I say in between my teeth, pushing her into the room.
I lock the door and walk over to the bed to sit while she stood.
"I want you to kneel in front of me."

"No Harry I want to leave." She crosses her arms not wanting to follow my instructions. I raise up and strike her cheek with my hand. She holds it when she gasps then looks back at me.

"Kneel now." She looked at me wide-eyed and scared. I sit back down and she finally does what I say.

"You know what to do baby."

-

An array of curses slip out of my mouth, slowly coming down from my high. Rose looks at me and shows me her pearly whites after she swallowed.

"Good girl."
I smile back at her before laying a kiss on her lips.
She yawns and crawls onto the bed.
"Why don't you get some sleep baby." I kiss her forehead and she nods with her eyes closed.
I fix myself up before trotting back down.

I turn the corner to find my parents in the living room watching the television.
"Where's Rose?" They ask.

"Taking a nap." They nodded and my mother looked back at the screen but my father did not.

"Rose, she seems nice."

"She is."
He felt conflicted, I could tell.
I could also guess why he felt that way.
"You didn't tell me you were dating someone.."

"Of colour? You know I don't need to tell you whether I'm dating someone who's black or not."
I was sick of his mindset.

"Well she's not full, she's also half Italian."

"How did you know?"

"I've met her parents before."

"Robert why don't you just let the boy be." My mother gripes, interrupting our conversation.
"I mean I don't mind."

"Yes you do. Her skin colour does not define her, her words and actions do." My father looked at me one last time before standing and fixing his suit jacket.
"I'm going to the bathroom." He mumbles and exits the living room.
"Why is he like this?" I ask my mother and she shrugs.

"I have not idea."

-

I watched Rose as she continued to toss and turn in the bed. Her eyes then opened a bit and she blinked rapidly.

"Good morning baby girl." I joke and she furrows her brows while she checks her phone.
"It's eight at night." She groans and falls back onto the bed.

"Did you sleep well?" I crawl in the bed next to her.
"Yeah. Are your parents still here?"

"Yeah, but they're out back." She nodded knowing that I was talking about the guest house.
"Why don't we go out?"
I suggest while looking at our fingers that were intertwined.
"Out where?"

"How does the club sound?"

-

Rose.

"Come on in Mr. Styles." The bodyguard let us through without even checking our ID's or if I was even legal.
"Why didn't he check us?!" I say over the thumping music.

"I can get in anywhere, it's not needed!"
I nod and start to take in my surroundings.
There were couples dancing together on the dance floor. There were drunk people making out in the corners, guys trying to pick up girls at the bar, and people enjoying themselves to the techno music that played in the background.

"You want a drink?" He says in my ear, allowing me to hear him a bit better.
"What would you like?"

"Surprise me." He gives me a broad smile which scared me a bit, he was probably gonna give me the most strongest thing.
He holds on to my hand and walks us to the bar. He leans over and tells the bartender what we want.
I lean my back against the counter and look out at the crowd, then I felt a pair of lips on my neck making me close my eyes from the sensation.

"Oh baby we're going to have so much fun tonight."

It wasn't Harry.

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