Menace (Harry Styles Dark Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight - "The best cure for a hangover is a good shag."

Throwing on the same pair of jeans I wore earlier and a different top I grabbed my phone and purse, cramming them into my pockets before regrettably leaving the room.

The atmosphere downstairs had changed. Usually when I came to my brother’s house it was filled with fun and ‘good vibes’ as Ollie puts it, however Harry seems to have shifted the whole atmosphere of the house, bringing down everyone’s moods.

“He’s waiting outside for you. I’ve just got to drop Eva off at her parent’s and then I’ll wait here to take you back to Mum and Dad’s later, that sound ok?” Oliver asked once I reached the bottom of the staircase. I nodded, feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter house. “If anything happens please call someone.”

“Why didn’t you answer my calls earlier?” I queried, the question still standing in the back of my mind.

“Oh yeah, well I was busy.” Oliver bluffed, I always knew when he was lying.

“Eva said you were just helping cure her hangover, doesn’t sound very ‘busy’ to me.” I finished, and with that walked out the door.

It was around 6:30pm and the sky was already beginning to darken. The temperature had dropped cold – then again it was already cold – and I rushed to Harry’s car, not wanting to be in the dropping temperatures anymore.

“So she didn’t bail.” Harry jeered, landing his large hand on my right thigh as I climbed into the car and strapped my seat belt on.

“Ha ha.” I laughed sarcastically, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Ooh, mature.” With a squeeze to my thigh he pulled away from the curb and down the street.

“I don’t know why you’re acting so happy, I’m still pissed off with you.” I noted.

“And I’m pissed off with you so I guess we’re square.”

“So are you going to tell me where we’re going? I’d quite like to start planning my route back now if that’s alright.” I smirked, fully expecting a repeat of earlier.

“Fucking hell Layla will you just quit it with the attitude?” He barked clearly not joking anymore, making me sit forward in my seat.

“I do not have an attitude. You’re the one who ditched me in a fucking woods remember? Do you know how embarrassing it is to call your best friend and ask her to pick you up because some guy you only met the day before left you in a wood!”

“You know I had something to sort out, I just, you know what? Why the fuck am I even telling you this?”

“I don’t know, please enlighten me.” I shouted back.

“Shut that mouth of yours before I fuck it alright?” He growled, and I was dumbfounded. How does anyone respond to that?

“Layla, hang on. That’s not what I meant.” He backtracked.

“Whatever Harry, just tell me where we’re going.” I spoke rather sadly, I was surprised he even had it in him to say that to someone. Then again, I didn’t know him.

“Well since we’ve missed our dinner plans we’re going to have to go straight to what I had planned for after.” My eyes widened and I dug my fingernails into my palms, getting the images of what I expected he had planned, out of my head.

“Not like that.” He laughed. “You know with the way you react to anything I say and take it as a diverse way of talking about sex it really surprises me that you aren’t a virgin, Layla.”

“Yeah, well I’m not so can we drop that subject now?” I pleaded.

“Sure thing love, anyway I thought we’d go to the drive-in.” He spoke casually, as if we were old friends.