Unconditional - A Harry Styles fan fiction

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This is a Harry Styles Fanfiction.  Copyright 2014

Its him. That same guy. That guy and his friends who followed us back from the club last night. We were so vulnerable. I should have never had agreed to come on this stupid holiday in the first place. I should have just stayed home and concentrated on starting my new university instead of coming here. I hate it, every girl here is constantly being gaped at like pieces of meat. Thank god we’re leaving tomorrow.

They’re getting closer. They can see us. I thought that by persuading the others to leave the hotel and catching the bus to go to a beach 30 minutes away that there would be no way of them finding us.

I was wrong.

I turn my head away from them and bring my soft, long blonde hair over my shoulder to hide my face but I know it’s too late.

“Look, over there!” I hear him shout. My heart begins to beat fast in my chest.  I look in the direction of my friends but they aren’t there. Where are they?

“Zoe?” I say, I can sense the worry in my voice. “Amelia?” the volume of my voice increases, almost to a shout.  My eyes scan up and down the almost white coloured sandy beach but they are nowhere to be seen.

That’s it, I’m just going to leave. If my friends are going to leave me then I’m not just going to sit here and get harassed by these perverts. I throw on my pink and blue tie dye top and pull my towel out from under me.

Oh no.

I can hear laughing from a few feet behind me, and I know that it’s them. I can feel their eyes following my every move and I suddenly become extremely self-conscious.

“Where do you think you’re going?” One of them asks. I turn around and look up to see the same three boys from last night but this time I notice that standing behind them is another, although I do not recognise him.

The first boy, Jamie I believe he said his name was, must be at least 6ft tall, defiantly taller than the rest of them. Most of his face is covered by a mob of dirty blonde hair but I can make out his dark brown eyes and prominent features from under it. The other two boys are standing either side of him, Alfie to the left of him and Connor to his right. Both boys look almost identical to each other from underneath my sunglasses with their light brown hair coated in way too much hair gel.

It is last boy, the one I do not recognise who grabs my attention. He’s tall, but not as tall as Jamie. Soft, dark brown hair, swept over his forehead and the end of his hair turning into little curls at the side of his head.  I stare deep into his piercing green eyes and his plump red lips begin form a playful but weary smirk. 

I quickly look away once I realise that I am smiling back.

“What’s it to you?” I reply looking at my feet, trying not to sound intimidated by other three large boys towering over me.

“Yeah, what is it to you?” the green eyed boy asks to the others. His voice is deep. Taken aback by his remark, Connor and Alfie look down and stumble back on the uneven sand but Jamie, takes no notice of him.

“We came to find you and your little friends, we didn’t really get to finish things last night, did we?” he says while taking a step closer and raising his eyebrow at me. I didn’t know what to say. I’m never good in these situations. Oh god where are Amelia and Zoe, they’re so much more confident than me.

A hand rests on my shoulder and I jump out of my skin. I turn my head round quickly and a wave of relief rushed through me when I see my two best friends facing me. Zoe’s thick black hair is dripping wet and her small red bikini is almost see through from the water. They’ve obviously been in the sea. I grab her towel off the sandy beach and give it a shake before handing it to her. I pick Amelia’s towel off the floor but, instead of taking it from me she wraps her arms around me in a massive 'bear hug' and gets my t-shirt soaking wet.

“Get off me!” I tell her trying to make myself sound as serious as possible although the smile on my face says otherwise, but she just giggles and takes the now soaking wet towel from my hands.

I almost forget that we are being watched until Zoe speaks up.

“What are you smiling at?” she says. I position my body back around and see the tall, brown curly haired boy smiling at me. Although when he notices that I can see him, he stops and looks away not making eye contact.

“What do you want?” Zoe continues “Didn’t we see you last night?” I’m surprised she can remember, she was drunk out of her mind.

“Yeah, we did actually, uh.. do you want to hang out?” Jamie asks, something about Zoe obviously makes him extremely nervous.

No. Please no, what he said a minute ago was odd. ‘we didn’t really get to finish things last night’ what is that supposed to mean? 

“Um, I think we’re alright actu-” I begin, but I am interrupted.

“Actually yeah, it’s our last day why not” Amelia tells the boys. My heart sinks knowing that I have to spend the last day of my holiday with these strangers that obviously want more than to just ‘hang out’ but I have no choice now. “Wait, what’s your name” she asks the curly haired guy, “I don’t remember you from last night”

“Uh.. Harry, I’m Harry” he says in his low, raspy voice. He bites down on his teeth and his jawline becomes prominent, he then looks up and gives us a little smile, he’s obviously unsure about this whole idea as well as me.

“Well that’s sorted then” Amelia says while laying her towel back down on the sand and hoping onto it.