Enclosed (a Harry Styles fanfic)

Prologue

Hey guys, this is kinda the prologue and I'm sorry for it being so short, it's always a bit hard to start off. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :-)

"Another vodka, please." the dark haired man declared in a raspy voice, taking the fresh glass the bartender placed in front of him and squinting his eyes shut as he downed the entire thing. "Another one, please" he sets the empty glass down,

"Mr Styles, don't you think you've had enou-"

"Excuse me?" the dark featured man interrupts the bartender half way, scorning him with his deep green eyes. He scoffs and gets up off his seat, pushing up the sleeves of his white button-up-shirt a bit more. He shoves past a few people and finally escapes into the thin, winter air; sitting down out the back of the club near a girl. She has her hair all done up, curled and voluminous, with deep red lipstick that stands out against her fair skin. "Come on," she whispers angrily, trying to light her cigarette with what seems to be an empty lighter. Smart. The man grunts, frustrated just by watching her try to succeed,

"Here." he hands her his lighter. She looks at him suspiciously, scared like a deer in headlights. She cautiously takes it from his hands, "I'm Harry, Harry Styles." he says as she lights her cigarette, cupping her hand around it. "What's your name?" Harry asks her, examining the fear in her light blue eyes. "I said, whats your name?" he repeats very demandingly.

"Uh Francesca Blackwell." her voice quivers as she speaks, Harry stares at her until she looks away; and after that, keeps staring anyway. "Is that a bible tattoo, on your arm," Francesca asks, looking into the distance straight in front of her as she blows out a puff of smoke. Harry seemed a little taken back, he'd been staring at her waiting for her to say something for a good 10 minutes, and this is what she says? "You wanna take me away from all this and make an honest woman outta me?" she turns her head this time to look at Harry, his lips curve into a devious smirk,

"No ma'am, I was just hoping to take you to bed." she looks down straight away, seeming almost embarrassed by the lust that Harry is already showing for her. She gets up, steps on her cigarette and places the lighter down next to Harry.

"Thanks for the lighter." she murmurs, walking up the stairs and back into the club. Harry slips a cigarette of his own into his mouth, inhaling the toxins of it. He glances over to Francesca's trodden-on cigarette, which she barely even smoked. He picked it up, noticing some writing on it. He twists it and turns it to try and make out what it says, and there, in black writing was the name "Frankie".