Demons -Punk Harry Styles-
"H-Harry," I gulped as he made his way infront of me. Eleanor and Perrie shot me an apologetic glance before talking to Zayn and Louis, probably playing the innocent card even though they were no where near as angry as Harry appeared to be.
Harry just shot me a menacing look, his tense jaw opening as he spoke (if you could even call it that), "We're leaving," He growled, grabbing ahold of my arm and dragging me away. His actions were halted, however, when James, George, whoever the fuck he was, grabbed a hold of my waist.
"Where do you think you're taking her, mate?" He muttered, laughing a bit, "I believe I had her first," He added, not seeming the least bit dazed by the scowl plastered on Harry's face as he turned to look at him.
Harry laughed dryly, "I'm not in the mood right now, so I suggest you take your hands off her before I do it for you," He warned, his voice dark and low, making a chill run through my body. There was no hiding the fact that Harry was scary when mad, but when he's furious like this, it makes me want to shit my pants if I'm honest.
James or whoever he was, just laughed, "You're what, 19 boy? Why don't you leave me with this pretty little thing and go to the ice-cream store down the street?" He wasn't even able to place a smug smirk on his face or cherish Harry's reaction before Harry cut him off by connecting his fist to his face. I watched in horror as he fell to the floor, blood gushing from his nose. One shot and he was out cold. One shot.
People were looking at us, eyes wide. I didn't even get a chance to register what had just happened before Harry's grip on my arm tightened as he dragged me through the now increasing crowd and out the doors of the club. I was stumbling as we made out way out the club doors, shivering as the cool London air met my hot, sweaty skin.
I could faintly hear Louis and them trailing behind but I kept no attention on them. My attention was dedicated to the floor, making sure I wouldn't fall in my heels and Harry's angry grip on my arm.
Harry stopped once we were one car away from his familiar range rover, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"What the hell was that, Harry!?" Liam exclaimed as he and the others neared us. They had obviously seen what had happened in there, I don't know who didn't. I tried prying Harry's fingers from my arm, only for him to tighten it causing me to wince at the loss of feeling.
"Go wait in the car. I need to talk to Samantha," He instructed, his voice harsh and demanding causing my heart to speed up.
I noticed Niall's eyes widen at Harry's tone, opening his mouth to talk, "Harry maybe you should cool down fir-" He started to suggest, before Harry cut him off.
"I said, get in the car!" Harry hissed, his eyes darkening once more. He was definitely not in the mood to play around...
The others looked taken aback by his outburst, due to their shocked expressions. Eleanor and Perrie sent me apologetic looks as they were ushered towards the car by the rest of them. Harry and I stood there, until we heard the car door slam shut, letting us know they were in the car and out of ear shot.
I bit my lip, my heart thudding against my rib cage so fast I thought it might burst from my chest. I looked over at Harry to see him staring off at the lamp post across the street. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his jaw still tense. His grip on my arm was just as tight as it was moments before, letting me know he hadn't calmed down a bit.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Samantha!?" He shouted, his eyes dark and anger filled as he glared into mine. I shrunk back as he rose his voice at me. Have you even witnessed a guy get really mad? To the point where their voice is completely different it doesn't sound like it belongs to them at all? Well that's what Harry sound like right now. His face was red and the veins in his neck prominent as he shouted at me. His grip on my arm tightening even more so to the point where I was beginning to loose feeling.
Let's just say, at that moment I completely sobered up.
"Harry, you're hurting me," I mumbled quietly not wanting to set him off even more so. He immediately released my arm, yet the anger on his face never leaving. I brought my arm up to my chest, soothing it with my other hand as I looked at him nervously.
"Well?" He hissed, "Are you going to answer me or are you too wasted?!" He exclaimed, making me jump back a bit.
"I-I, Eleanor w-wanted to go out-t," I stuttered, scared of what he might do.
Harry laughed dryly, tipping his head up towards the star less sky before back down at me, "That's not good enough for me, Samantha. Did Eleanor force you to go out? Did she force you to get drunk? What about dancing with that guy? Practically having sex right there in front of everyone. I'm sure she made you do all that, right?" He laughed sarcastically, making me fiddle with my fingers nervously.
"H-Harry," I started to say but didn't know where to start or if I should at all.
"Where are your clothes for god's sake, Samantha!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air making me flinch. He noticed me do so, his eyes softening just the slightest bit. He closed his eyes taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
I ignored his comment that basically suggested I was dressed as a slut, "Why do you care so much?" I mumbled, instantly regretting it as his eyes flashed open.
"Why do I care so much? I woke up to you missing, Samantha! You don't leave a note or anything. You didn't even bring your god damn phone!" He shouted, his eyes wild as he spat the words out. Looking into his eyes, I could notice there was more to them. There was something else there.
"How did you even find us?" I asked, trying to calm my racing heart as I stared at him for an answer.
He laughed bitterly this time, shaking his head as though it was a funny thought, "You guys thought you got away with it, that we wouldn't know where you were. Little did you guys know we had eyes on you the entire time. Sure it wasn't planned but it just so happened my mate Ed was here. He spotted Eleanor and Perrie so he called up Zayn. He didn't know of you until we asked if there was another girl with them," He explained, his eyes holding some sort of amusement behind them.
"I don't like you sneaking out, Samantha. And I especially don't like you dancing around with other guys wearing practically nothing," He muttered, his eyes turning dark once more.
I scoffed, "Then it's a good thing I didn't ask, isn't it?" I sassed, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared right at him. I didn't know where the sudden ounce of confidence came from, but I was going to blame it on my highly intoxicated body.
Harry's jaw clenched as well as his fists, "Watch your tone, Samantha! I'm not kidding, you better watch it because I'm not in the mood for your smart ass replies!" He hissed, his light green eyes now a dark shade.
"You're not the boss of me, Harry! And to be quite frank I don't give two shits if you don't approve of my outfits or me dancing with other guys, because it's not up to you! You're not my boyfriend, you don't own me!" I shouted, now getting pissed off myself. This is what I meant. Every fucking day was like a roller coaster between the two of us. One day he's really nice and we get on really well, the next he's being a possessive prick and we argue. And I guess today's the possessive prick.
Harry's knuckles were white from clenching his hands so tight, making me anxious. Perhaps this whole alcohol confidence thing was a bad idea when he was angry..
"Are you sure about that?" He growled, moving towards me only for me to take a step back, worried of what he'd do. Before I knew what was happening, he had cupped my face in his hands, pressing his soft plump lips to mine. I tried so hard not to kiss him back, seeing as I was angry with him and me kissing him back would only prove his point.
But in the end, my body had a mind of its own as my lips moved agaisnt his feverishly. My hands made their way into his hair, my fingers caressing his chocolate curls. All while his remained on my cheeks, holding me there. I could hear the honk from Harry's car pierce the quiet air, followed by Louis' hollers, "Enough lip locking! Let's get on with it!"
I giggled against his lips, him chuckling as well, before sharing one last kiss. When we pulled back, he leaned his forehead against mine, looking at my Bambi brown eyes with his emerald green ones that seemed to have neglected all that anger they once held.
"You're mine, Samantha. Mine and mine only,"
