Fury. (A Dark Harry Styles Fanfiction)

After waking up painfully, a pounding headache, I sit up from my comfortable bed and listen carefully… Screaming… my little sister… I sigh and get up from bed and walk into my Mother's room, but her bed is empty. The sheets are neat and untouched. I frown and leave and walk into Maya's room. She's 14 now, and has some type of nightmare disorder. Her body thrashes in her bed as if she's been possessed. I sit by her side and stroke her hair, which is so soft. She begins to calm down and breath slowly. 'It's okay, Maria. It's fine, you're safe.' I say soothingly. She falls back to sleep, peacefully and calmly. I walk downstairs and the house is silent. Mum clearly isn't here, meaning she didn't come home yesterday. Probably working I guess? I sit down on the sofa and watch TV. My phone vibrates on the dining table as I left it there last night. I check it and I've got a text from my friend Maya. 

Hey Kira! Do you want to go out tonight? Clubbing? Text back asap! X

I text back saying I'll go.

It's 8 o'clock, and Maya has gone round to our Aunts house, as I didn't want to leave her alone after her nightmares have been getting extreme. I get ready and decide to wear black shiny hot pants and a white high neck crop top, and a pair of black chunky shoe boots. I apply make-up and check myself out in the mirror to check how I look. Fine, I guess. I'm still not as pretty as my older sister Robyn. She's beautiful. So beautiful that she can't help walk down the street with having boys have the bottom half of their mouths drop down to the ground. Maria's pretty as well. Then theres me. Well… I hear a beep from a car outside and grab my bag and run down the stairs, open the door, lock up, and walk out the gate towards Maya in the car with Ava and Christina. I get in the front and greet them all. Maya's blonde hair is tied in a high bun and she wears a black jump suit. Christina, who has a pixie cut, is wearing a little black dress, topped with black heels. Maya begins to drive the car. Then Ava, who is pure beauty! I'm sure she's related to Beyonce or something. Her caramel skin always glows and her hazel eyes catch anyone's attention. Her lips are full and shaped, and her curly hair goes down to her shoulders. I can never help but to stare at her with envy. I smile at her and she returns it with a warm smile. 'So, where are we headed tonight?' I ask as music blasts out of the radio. 'Pistol' Ava winks.

When we arrive, we stand at the back of the queue. We were standing there for about 10 minutes when 5 boys stood behind us in the queue. They stood quite close, which made Ava and Maya stop talking and look at them from the corner of their eyes. I tried to hold in a laugh and looked up at the sky, to try and hide my grin. When I had recovered I looked at the boys again. They were all really good looking, but one of them caught my eye. His brown curly hair was pushed up from his forehead and his eyes were emerald, piercing emerald. His features were stubborn and looked chiselled. His lips were pursed together, as if he was angry, and weirdly, that attracted me to him. His whole face said, trouble, danger, darkness. It was then that I realised he was staring back at me. I looked away. The boy next to him was cute. His blonde hair was in a quiff and his blue eyes were kind, but still, his whole fake said trouble, just trouble though. Not danger or darkness. Then the boy behind the curly haired one was breath taking. His olive skin suited his black quiff. His cheek bones were so slanted and his pink lips were seducing. The boy next to him had brown eyes and a much smaller quiff, and a tiny bit of a beard, then the boy next to him had green eyes and his hair was very messy, but sexy. The last 3 still had trouble on their faces, no matter how perfect they looked. 'Kira! Come on!' Christina pulled me inside the club. It was dark and lights were flashing everywhere. People were drunk, sober, grinding on each other, dancing, laughing, and just having fun. We headed straight to the bar, and ordered some drinks. 'Did any of you get a look of those guys behind us?' Christina sips her drink. 'Of course! How could you not look at them?' I snort. 'They seem like trouble to me,' Maya starts, 'let's just stay away from them and have a good time.' I look over at the table which the boys were sitting on. The curly haired one wasn't looking back… and I'm not sure why I felt a pang of disappointment inside me.

We were dancing on the dance-floor, and having the time of our lives. Christina and Maya had gone back to the bar, and Ava and I were just dancing together. I felt two hands wrap around my waist. Did I really need to guess who's hands they were? My eyes searched for Ava, but she had gone off with some boy… Oh god. The hands turned my around to look into dark emerald eyes. I gasp and try and push my self away, but his hands have already made their way around my back. 'Let me go.' I mumble, just loud enough for him to hear. He chuckles and smirks. 'What's your name gorgeous?' His voice was raspy and croaking, and as soon as I heard it, I relaxed and let myself fall into him. His voice was just perfect. 'Kira Adams.' I say quietly.  He nods his head slowly, and doesn't take his beautiful eyes off me. 'Hello Kira. What a pleasure it is too meet you.' He smirks again. I look behind to where he was sitting, and notice his friends are watching our little event. I try to push away again, but he's too strong for me. 'Dance with me.' He commands. He turns me around and moves his hips with mine. I give in, do the same. 'How old are you Kira?' He whispers in my ear. I stay silent for a moment… why should I tell him. '19…' I say quietly, annoyed at myself for telling him. 'I'm 20.' His breaths sends chills down my neck and spine. I nod my head. When the song finishes, he spins me around, and I feel his hand in my hot pants pocket. I gaps as I feel him slip something in it. 'I'll see you soon.' He winks and kisses my cheek softly. I stay stood in the same place, and watch him walk away. 

When i get home, I pull the piece of paper out.

Harry Styles. 

That's all there was on the crumpled up piece of paper. 

Hey guys! Please tell me if i should carry on? xx