"Yes Harry?" I looked him in the eye, giving him my best smile. I didn't want to show him the affect he had on me, I put up a strong, confident exterior, but God only knows what I was going through inside.
"I want you...to spend some time with me" his green orbs dialated as he spoke to me, the dimpled smile disappearing unlike my fake one that stuck to place. His expression was so intense...I felt weak in the knees hearing his voice. His eyes darted from mine to my lips and then up again, I knew exactly what he wanted.
"I'm not the type of girl that you spend 'some time with' okay Harry? I suggest you go find someone else who's willing to throw herself all over you just because you're Harry Styles, because frankly, I couldn't care less" I snapped at him but made sure my voice wasn't loud enough for anyone else to hear, turning on my heel, I walked towards the other boys, feeling satisfied with my little speech. That'll sure knock some sense into his brain and make him realize that he can't just have any girl he wants because he's famous. Conceited asshole. Ughh, such guys make my blood boil.
"Come ere love, have some fruit punch!" Liam tapped the sofa beside him and I nodded, smiling at him. I sat down next to him, gratefully taking the fruit punch that he offered me, I suddenly felt extremely thirsty.
"Is something wrong babe?" Liam's question caught me off-guard.
"Hunh?"
"I asked is something wrong? You look a bit troubled?" his eyebrows furrowed together.
"Uh...no I just-" I was cut off by the vibration of my phone in my pocket which Liam felt too, as our legs were touching. He looked down at my leg and lowly chuckled.
"Take your time" he softly smiled at me and I smiled at him gratefully before getting up and walking out the door, the laughter of Ash and the boys fading behind me.
"Hey mom" I knew she'd be worried because we'd been out for a long time now, but we'd prepared her for the amount of time we would be out so she wasn't really surprised. I listened to her worried voice on the other end and I couldn't help but smile at her, mothers care too much sometimes, I know it's a bit annoying but it's adorable too.
"Yes mom, we're fine. And I'm sorry I didn't pick up the phone earlier, we were at the concert so I couldn't hear the phone ring. Yes yes, Ayesha's fine. Yes we did." I spoke quickly, answering all of her questions. "We'll be home in a while mama, don't worry. I love you too. Keep the doors locked okay? See you soon." And with that I hung up and headed for the room...but it seemed like fate had other plans for me.
A hand covered my mouth and another grabbed me from the waist, pulling me away from the door. I tried kicking whoever it was and biting the hand, but it was of no use, whoever it was had a firm grip over my mouth. A manly arm wrapped itself around my waist and lifted me off the floor, carrying me into a dark room and locking the door behind us. He pushed me in a corner, turning me to face him as he moved closer to me. My heart raced and it definitely wasn't the good kind. I felt like I would faint any second. I didn"t dare move or try to speak, afraid of the consequences my actions would lead to. The man eventually removed his hand from my mouth and like an involuntary reaction, I closed my eyes immediately, praying to God that this was all just a fragment of my demented imagination, but I wasn't that lucky. I felt his arm unravel from around my waist but I didn't dare open my eyes. I heard something...matchsticks, he was probably trying to light a candle.
"Khadija..." And with that, my eyes shot open and landed on familiar ones. I felt disgusted, infuriated. The candle light gave me enough of a view to recognise who it was, and I'd recognise those eyes anywhere.
"Are you trying to make me hate you? Because if you keep this up, that won't be hard to attain" I spat at Harry, disgust over-flowing from every word that left my lips. His expression changed, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed as his large hand found it's way to my back, pulling me into him, squashing our bodies together. I managed to bring my hands between us, trying my best to push his large frame away, but miserably failing. He chuckled as he lowered his face down to my neck, his lips touching my neck as he deeply inhaled my scent.
"I love your smell" his voice was a raspy whisper as his plump lips trailed my jawline, fingers digging into the side of my waist.
"You're hurting me..." tears strung my eyes but I held them in, determined to be strong.
"Oh yeah?" he whispered into my ear, digging his fingers deeper, causing a great amount of pain to shoot up the right side of my waist.
"Harry please stop, you're scaring me" I heard my voice tremble a bit which only caused him to chuckle against my cheek.
"Well you know what sexy? That's what you get for rejecting me! No one! And I mean no fucking one says no to Harry Styles." he backed, looking me in the eyes, holding my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him "Harry wants the girl, Harry gets the girl" I gulped, unable to look away from his gaze because I was afraid of what he'd do if I did.
He let go of my face and looked at my trembling lips, putting a strand of my hair behind my ear,
"You'll regret saying no when I'm done with you"
