Harry Styles Imagines

#Harry#Part2

~Your POV

You headed to the dancefloor with the boy. You were so intoxicated that you didn't even ask for his name. But right now it doesn't bother you. You wanted to have some fun and you didn't need to know the boys name.

"You look really hot, when you're moving your body like this" He whispered in your ear, his voice low and he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

You looked around and saw that Harry was looking, but you weren't sure if he was looking at you. You started to grind your behinds against the boy behind you, hoping that Harry would look at you. The song 'Whistle' from Flo Rida started to play and your company grabbed your hips and pressed you against him. You didn't feel to uncomfortable as he started to move his hips too but suddenly you felt something hard against your butt. You stopped your movements and turned around to face him. You didn't dare to look, but one briefly glance and you were sure that there was a bulge visible in his thight pants. You put your hands on his chest to push him away as he tried to pull you close to him.

"What's up?" He looked at you, his eyes darker than before.

"I thought we gonna have some fun tonight" He ran his hands up and down your sides. You were pretty wasted, but not that wasted.

"I wanted to have some fun, and now I want to go" You backed away.

"But I didn't have fun yet" He stepped closer, again.

"I don't want to. And I have a boyfriend" You tried to sound confident.

Is Harry really my boyfriend?

'He cheated on you, remember' The suspicious voice in your head refuted.

'He is my boyfriend. End of discussion' You snapped back.

"And where is your boyfriend now? What will he do about this?" He grabbed you by your wrists and smashed his lips to yours.

You used your whole strength to pull away. His lips last no longer on yours, but he didn't let go of your hands.

"Let go of me" You tried to wriggle out of his grip, causing him to laugh.

"You're going nowhere" He dragged you away from the dancefloor and lead you down a corridor, somewhere near the toilets.

With every step you took, your fear grew and you got sober a little bit more. He finally pushed you against a wall and a small whimper escaped your mouth.

"Nah-ah-ah" He covered your mouth with one hand and with the other hand he took your wrists and pinned them against the wall just above your head.

"When I remove my hand, you're staying quiet and do what I say. Did you get that?" He commanded, his face only inches away from yours.

Your eyes were brimming with tears as you slowly nodded your head.

"Good girl" He removed his hand from your mouth and rested it on your lower back.

He reached for the zipper of your dress and slowly opened it. Your dress didn't fall to the ground, it just rested lower on your hips. Thank god. He started kissing your jawline, leaving wet kisses all over your skin as he moved down to your neck, sucking on the skin behind your ear, your soft spot. He bit down, leaving marks on your neck. Only Harry is allowed to mark you like this. You couldn't help, but a small moan fell from your lips. He squeezed your butt with his free hand and rested his hand there. You knew what is going to happen. He stopped sucking on your skin and looked at you, while he moved his hand from your butt to your knee. He ran his hand slowly up your thigh. His fingertips were cold against your skin, causing goose bumps.

"Please" You sobbed. "Please, let me go"

"I told you to shut up, didn't I" He removed his hand from your tigh and he grabbed something out of his pocket.

Oh my god. This can't get any worse.

"You can make it easy for your own sake, or I will show you that I always get what I want. Either this way or the other. It is entirely up to you" He assured you.

He brought the small knife, which he had in his pocket, to your face. The tears spill as he placed the knife just above your jawline. He pressed the blade against your skin. You gasped as he held the knife in front of you, blood drops down onto the floor. The blood felt warm on your skin.

"I think I've proved my point" He dropped the knife to the floor and ran his hand up your tigh again.

You felt dizzy because of the little alcohol left in your system and the not too deep cut in your face. Your vision started to blurr and you were kinda glad. So you didn't have to know what he's doing to you. You felt that you would pass out any second, but then your whole pain seemed to dissappear.

Harry

~Harry's POV

I've looked everywhere in this fucking club. Nothing. Not at the bar. Not on the dancefloor. Fucking nowhere. My girl.

Fuck

Fuck that shit

I didn't know where she could be. Where they could be. My girl and this asshole. What if they left the club. One of the many possibilities.

Fuck

I walked to the toilets to clear my mind before I left. The cold water should have calmed me down, but it didn't.

Stupid water

I rushed down the corridor as I suddenly heard a voice.

"I think I've proved my point" That was everything I have heard.

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a/n.

Late, but as I said..here's part 2 (:

Part 3 tomorrow

I don't care if I sound pathetic, so here we go..

Thank you soooo much for almost 40 readers. I know how pathetic this probably sounds. LOL

I just write what comes to my mind, and people like it. Thank you so much

Love 'ya

-C xx