Menace (Harry Styles Dark Fanfiction)

Chapter Two - "I wouldn't want to miss a second of it."

I woke up with a jump. Damn, I hate those dreams when you wake up startled. I couldn’t quite remember what the dream was about but I was slightly relieved about that.

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and spotted the clumps of mascara that had stuck to my hand. Great. I really should’ve taken my make-up off last night but I was way too tired. Trying to sit up I realised that I couldn’t, and the effort I had put into sitting up only made the heavy feeling behind my eyes worsen.

Squinting to look down my bed, I saw Eva with her stomach sprawled across mine, and her head hanging off the side of the bed. That’s why I couldn’t move.

Not awake enough to try and get her off me, I lay my head back on the soft pillows behind my head and looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall last night’s events. I remembered dancing with Eva, a lot of dancing with Eva for that matter. I also remembered Oliver shouting at someone. Harry.

I had completely forgotten about him, how could I? I closed my eyes, trying to remember what had happened clearly, and I recalled dancing with him, then Oliver saw us and almost caused a scene. The conversation that followed was a little bit hazy in my mind, but as hard as I tried to remember it all that filled my mind was the memory of dancing with him. The way his hands grabbed my hips, how it startled me slightly when he spoke quietly into my ear; and most definitely when he pressed his crotch onto me.

I could feel my cheeks flushing at the memory and tried to forget about it. I brought my hands up to my face again, pushing the stray strands of hair that were invading my vision and tucked them behind my ear. Just as I thought about getting out of bed, Eva groaned and moved slightly, rolling onto the other side of the bed.

“Morning.” I greeted, my voice slightly groggy.

“Shut up.” She quipped, her head landing face first into a pillow.

“Eva?” I asked, hoping to ask her about last night’s conversation, since I couldn’t seem to think straight.

“I’m not here at the moment. Shhh.” She mumbled, and I laughed, the loud noise making her cringe.

“I need to ask you about last night, you know, and Harry.” As soon as I mentioned the boy’s name she was all ears. Her head emerged from the pillow and she slowly sat up, propping herself up against the headboard.

“Well now I’m listening,” she smiled.

“What happened when Ollie saw him and I dancing? I remember some form of…confrontation, but what actually happened?”

Eva looked at me shocked, as though she didn’t understand the words that had come out of my mouth.

“Are you kidding? How can you not remember? I had more to drink than you and even I remember what happened. You had to agree to meet up with him today or something, remember?”

“Oh, fuck.” I cursed, random parts of the conversation slowly coming back to me now.