Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

"Get in the car!" yells Harry. It was more like a command really.

"What?!" I shout. The last time I saw him he was a right drunken asshole. 

"Get in the car!" he shouts louder.

"I heard what you said!" I say, his car is nearing where I'm walking.

"Then do it." he says.

"You expect me to get in a car with a complete stranger?" I stop in my tracks and stare at him, raising my eyebrows.

"Just get in the fucking car." he says, looking straight in front of him.

"No." He can find someone else to harass.

"What did you just say?" He narrows his eyes and clenches his jaw. Short temper much?

"No."

"I heard what you said." he says through clenched teeth. He looks terrifying. But I won't let him push me around, I have learnt from previous mistakes, to stand my ground.

However when the ground is taken from beneath you by a strong, short-tempered bafoon, it is hard to stand on it again. Harry had got out of his car, picked me up by my legs and carried me to the car while I was pounding on his back and kicking my legs in his face. I noticed that my soaking clothes drenched his plain black shirt and he was now opening the door to the back seat of the van.

"Get off me!" I scream. He stays silent throughout it all.

"I swear to God if you put me in that car I will call the police!" I threaten. He surprises me when he just laughs and places me in the back of the van. Before I can escape he places a strong hand on my thigh and keeps me in place. Mother of fucking God. He's kidnapping me, it's only just dawned upon me. I'm stunned into silence from that thought and just watch as he buckles me in and closes the door.

Suddenly, I feel energy coursing through my veins. Harry opens the front door and I instantly unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door. With the rush of adrenaline my legs carry me into the nearby park. I hear a faint "Oi!" from Harry, but I'm hidden from his sight when I run into the cluster of trees.

I turn around to make sure he's not following but of course there he is scanning the landscape. I decide to climb a rather leafy tree and hide until he leaves the park. My burst of adrenaline has left my body by now and I sit on one of the higher branches and search for my phone. Crap fucking man balls. It must have fallen out of my bag when I was running, or worse: in Harry's car. I bury my head in my bag and recheck.

"Looking for something?"

His voice startles me and sends me toppling from the tree. Fortunately Harry caught me, unfortunately he collapsed beneath me and I end up sprawled across his toned body. I lift my head and groan as the pain in my head increases with the rush of blood to my brain.

"Well this is a pretty sight." says Harry, a perverted smile plastered across his face. "How about without clothes?" he raises his eyebrow in a questioning way before he smirks and I roll my eyes.

Again, Pervert. As I move to get off of his tall frame he grabs my fore arms and rolls us over; his body now on top of mine.

"Although, this morning's choice of clothing had its pro's." he says. At that moment he pushes his hips into mine and I could feel my eyes widening. He's so hard. Should I feel appalled or delighted? If that's what my body does to people then waw. But this is Harry we're talking about, and any pervert can get turned on by lying on top of someone else. I scowl at him and he chuckles at my expression.

"Let's get you to that shitty flat of yours shall we?" he raises from his position on top of me and offers his hand to me. I eye his outstretched hand and he rolls his eyes at me. He grabs my hand and drags me to my feet effortlessly.

"Thanks" I say, so quietly that I doubt he heard me, and if he did he didn't reply.

He wraps his arm around my shoulders so tight I doubt I would be able to pry them off. He leads me to the car and opens the backseat again. Why the backseat?

"Excuse you?"

Shit! Did I say that out loud!?

"Uh, sorry, just..." I mumble.

"I'm not getting mud in the front seat." he answers my question. When I look down I see that my pink top and my jacket are filthy and my skinny jeans are torn at the knees, not to mention they're all drenched in rain. I huff in annoyance and Harry chuckles at me.

I look up at him and notice that his smile lights up his whole face and his eyes sparkle, especially with his long eyelashes framing his green iris'. It almost looks as if he has mascara on.... CRAP! My mascara! I'll have to check my eyes on my camera. It would help if I had my phone. Through all of the drama going on inside my head, I was buckled in and Harry is now starting the car.

"Can I have my phone now please?" I ask as politely as possible.

"2 seconds." he says, he scrolls through contacts and I watch as he enters our numbers into eachothers phone. Shit. Now he can contact me. Or track my phone! Double shit!

"There you go." He says handing the phone back to me. As I reach out to grab it he pulls it back.

"What, no thank you?" he smirks.

"No. No thank you." I retort.

" I might just keep it then." He turns back around and opens up my Facebook. No, no,no!

"Fine!" I say, holding out my hand.

"What do you-"

"Thank you." I strain, cutting him off. He chuckles for what seems like the 100th time today and hands me my phone. I check my mascara in the front facing camera and thank God that I wore waterproof mascara this morning. Harry watches me in the mirror for a while and I try not to meet his stare so I watch out the window. He finally starts the car and the rest of the car ride is silent.