That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty

* D a r c y *

To be around similar guys like Jason made me feel utterly small and powerless. There was nothing I could of done with one voice, or done to make him stop what he was doing to me, and even if I try to nothing would have changed. He confiscated my phone for purposes, which makes me feel even more smaller by how much freedom I don't have.

Jason threw his hands in the air, showing a unfamiliar signal in the back where they played the music, the DJ turned the pounding music, and the whole room whined.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jason yelled in the ugliest matter. He turned to me with a captivating but frightening smirk. "She is going to sing for us."

No. This is something I never knew he'd ask me to do in front of these type of people. Insecurity began to surround my every bone, making shrink into a smaller speck than what I was already feeling a little while ago. "Sing for us." He repeats himself with a playful yet so teasing tone.

I didn't want to sing in front of them, but Jason yanked me forward so forcefully, grabbing me from the wrist. "Sing!" He laughs in a mocking laugh.

I look over all of my surroundings, where people smiled at me. They were waiting for me to sing. So they knew? They knew Jason had this plan going, and also me being one of his innocent victims. They all knew and I can tell by the look of their mischievous grins, and devious intent stares.

"What are you going to sing?" Said a evil scary blonde not far from my sight. "Choir songs?"

So they did know who I was. Though choir songs were my favorite songs to sing, but in front if those of love hearing it back. These people or crude and very indifferent. "Sing." Encouraged a man. "Sing." He blurted again and again. "Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing." And the more "Sing." Responses the louder it got, making me want to cry by the pressure they were making do.

Honestly, all I wanted to do is run far away. Very far away. Perhaps leave this place forever and never be caught by Jason. There in somewhere other than here, my innocent place will stand.

I blinked numerous as the chant continued. Questionably, it stopped. The chant stopped so suddenly, they were focused by something. It was like they saw the most interesting thing in their lives.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Jason slurred. His voice resentful with a scornful growl.

When I whirled in the direction Jason viewed was Harry.

He looked extra different than how I saw him a couple of hours ago. It's like he had a dramatic change in only a short period time. The look was deep and dark, and his once light beautiful eyes have resented into a shade of murky green, giving an intimating look to scare people away. And instead of a classy sweater of his, he wore a black v-neck that revealed ink on his skin that was peaking through the side of the V, and also his arms were shown for the first time. It was covered by tattoos that I have never witnessed or thought he would ever had.

My mouth dropped when he stood only meters away.

Forthwith I knew, he looked like a bad guy, a real criminal that I would never talk or be with. Is this what he try to mean that he was bad, because he had these permanent markings? Plus his past? To be honest, he did not frighten me. It made me like him more.

"Jason." He spoke.

My hand went towards my mouth once he spoke, and he certainly didn't feel comfortable speaking either.

"I was just cruising around the city and heard a lot of noise. No invite?" He talks more with a mischievous grin. "This was our thing when we were mates."