Tension - A Harry Styles Fanfiction IN PROGRESS OF RECONTINUING

Chapter One

For fucks sake. I pulled the top half of my jumper over my head, quickly running to the bus stop in the pouring rain. I'd been let late out of class causing me to miss the bus.  

Thank-god only one more year of this. I couldn't wait for university, I'd already been accepted into the one just down the road from the school so it wasn't that big of a change. I watched enviously as some first-years walked gloriously out the uni doors. I kept reminding myself that it'd be me doing that next year.

I dropped my bag on the ground and trailed my hand up and down the bus timetable desperately searching for my bus.  

"Another fucking hour" I groaned. I picked up my bag and slung it lazily over my shoulder. It'll take at least an hour to walk home. Great. 

Suddenly a black range rover pulled up next to me, "Need a lift babe?"  

My jaw clenched as I realised who's voice it was, Harry Styles. My brother's ass hole of a band mate and best friend. He'd been at the Uni for the day, getting a tour of the place. 

"No Harry, I'm perfectly fine walking home." I said sternly.  

"Really Daisy? It's pissing down rain and you're willing to walk at least an hour home."  

I nodded pathetically and quickened my pace. Harry yelled something out so I shoved my earphones in my ear and blasted Foster the People.  

There was no denying Harry wasn't good-looking, he was sexy. But the fact he knew he could get any girl at the click of his fingers pissed me off. I knew it annoyed him that I could resist him, it was rather amusing actually.

Just as the song playing through my head finished I felt a pair of saturated, muscular arms snake around my waist, pinning my arms beside me whilst doing so. 

"Get in the car Dais." Harry whispered sharply in my ears, goose bumps spread down my whole body. Harry chuckled and I stomped on his foot.  

"You didn't make them you know? I'm cold." I muttered, unsure if what I was saying was actually true.  

"Whatever." Harry spoke into my neck, his wet curls tickling my ear.  

This wasn't the first time he'd tried a move, but it was the first time he'd ever gotten a good reaction out of me, I wasn't particularly liking this side of me that so easily succumbed to Harry. At least I don't think I liked it.  

Harry started loosening his grip around my arms and slowly but easily slid his hands down my inner thigh, I suppressed a moan at the same time snapping back into reality.  

"I'm not getting in the car Haz." Quickly spinning around and pushing him away. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down his torso which was now completely visible due to the mixture of white t-shirts and pouring rain. I was grateful I had decided to wear a jumper today. 

His eye brows knotted together, clearly confused as to why I didn't stop his hands roaming sooner.

I spun around on one heel, no sooner had I done that, I felt the same familiar arms wrap around me again except this time I was scooped up like a baby and started sprinting back to the car, desperately trying to get out of this rain which definitely did not want to stop. 

"Put me down Harry, I look like a pathetic little kid!" I kicked and squealed. All Harry did was laugh, fuck he made my blood boil. He came to stop, a look of confusion spread across my face.  

Harry's green eyes roamed from my head to my hips. I blushed slightly, unfortunately he noticed which resulted in another one of his stupid chuckles.  

Harry leaned in extremely close to my face, our noses almost touching. He glanced at my lips and I glanced at his, what the fuck am I doing? Why is Harry Styles, my big brothers best friend turning me on so much. I chewed the inside of my cheek waiting for his lips to be crushed against mine, but instead I heard his husky voice arise from his lips, "You look like a drowned rat."  

I rolled my eyes, "Just take me to your car Styles."  

He shrugged in agreement, and continued racing towards the range rover.

I was somewhat carefully placed into the passenger seat of the car and Harry attempted to plug in my seatbelt, I grabbed his hand. "I'm not 5 Haz, I can do up my own seatbelt."  

He chuckled and glanced down at our hands then began tracing small circles over my thumb. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, I went to open my mouth but was stopped by Harry's finger placed upon my lips.  

"Don't speak babe." He mumbled and removed his finger from my lips then proceeded to cup my face with his hands. I searched his face for any sort of emotion, nothing. Perhaps a hint of lust? No, I'm no where near Harry's standards, he goes for the slags with fake hair and fake tans.  

I thankfully had naturally long auburn hair that just reached my waist. I didn't think I had a pretty face either.  

"You're very pretty you know?" Harry stated almost as if he read my thoughts. I shook my head and blushed. He grinned, showing his prominent dimples. He removed his hand from my face and trailed it down my neck all the way to my knee caps. He motioned for me to move my swivel my legs around, I did as told and he gently shut the door.

It was a little awkward sitting in the car with Harry, considering what he'd just done to me. Dickhead turning me on like that, how could he do that to his best friends little sister?  

I turned up the radio, the song 'Isn't She Lovely' was playing. I noticed Harry singing along to it, I loved his voice. It was definitely the strongest voice in their band, aside from Liam.  

"You have a great voice" I said. Harry turned his head slightly and a smile played on his lips, he nodded a thank-you.  

We pulled up at a red light and Harry placed his hand delicately on my bare thigh, creating imaginary lines up and down it, "So what are your plans for tonight?"