Menace (Harry Styles Dark Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen - "Just imagine how red you'd go if we weren't clothed."

“So babe, one last try. What did that wanker say to you?” Harry seethed, the veins in his neck protruding, his skin getting redder with impatience.

“He wasn’t a wanker, Harry.” I lied. This guy needed to be taught a lesson, and although I wasn’t the right choice to teach him, I would try anything to get him out of dinner with my parents. And if pissing him off was the only way, so be it.

“Layla.” He warned, his eyes staring straight into mine, but I wasn’t buying this bad-boy crap anymore. He was in my house, what’s the worst he could do?

“He asked me if I knew a ‘Mr Harry Styles’.”

“And.” Harry pressed, my bum starting to go numb against my floor with Harry’s weight on top of me.

“I said I vaguely knew you, but not anymore.” I told truthfully.

“What else?”

“Harry what are you hiding? Why did that man ask me all those questions?” I asked, ignoring him.

“It’s none of your fucking business Layla. All you need to know is that man you spoke to is not a good guy.”

“And you are?” I retaliated, motioning to my hands which were pinned by his above my head, and my legs which were restrained by him straddling me.

“Like I said, it’s none of your business.” He said coldly, clearly not willing to touch on the topic any further.

“Harry what is going on? I’ve known you all of three fucking days, and already you’ve revealed you have secrets – even one with my own brother – but won’t tell me them. Do you find this funny? Reel people in just so you can fuck with their minds? He was right about your reputation.”

I muttered the last part slowly, my head turning to rest on the floor since it didn’t look like I was getting up any time soon.

“What was that, love?”

Harry’s hand left one of mine, and he brought it under my chin, turning my head to force me to look in his eyes.

“Fancy repeating that for me, Layla?”

Now – as wrong as it seems, I found this hot. Sure I had a psycho pinning me down in my own bedroom, but there was obviously no denying Harry was hot, and my growing attraction towards him was showing even more with his angered state.

“I didn’t say anything.” I said quietly.

“I think you did. Did you say something about my reputation?” He said the word as though it was poison on his tongue. Almost spitting it at me, not believing I would bring such a topic up.

“No.” Leaning forward, Harry’s chest pressed to mine, his lips lowering next to my ear. I lay completely still.