A hand flew over my mouth, pushing me backwards into the stall, swiftly locking the door behind him. I stood there, slightly cowering, as my heart pounded in my chest.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HIT ME?!" He angrily half yelled/half whispered.
My eyes shot open. "BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING GUY-" I half whisper/yelled back.
"IM YOUR BOYFRIEND-" He interjected, his hand coming up to his bruised cheek in annoyance.
"YOU ARE IN THE FUCKING WOMENS TOLIETS HARRY-" I interrupted back, slightly entertained by the fact that a bruise was now forming on his cheek.
"IM YOUR-" He started to say, his body moving closer to mine; towering over me.
"You are not my fucking boyfriend-"
His eyebrows rose as he lowered his eyes in front of mine. "I'll be what ever the fuck I want to be sweet checks and right now-"
However he was interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open, heels clicking loudly on the polished tiles. The chatter of women consumed the bathroom.
My mouth popped open. Harry turned around slightly, a smirk forming on his lips. He reached for the door, my arm quickly catching on top his.
He turned back towards me, his eyebrows questioning.
"Harry," I whispered angrily. "They are going to think you... and...I ..you know."
I let the sentence trail off.
I didn't notice his mouth move to my neck, his dark curls tickling my face. His lips attached onto my skin, his teeth nipping and sucking as he pulled sharply.
"..fucked?" He finished for me, his voice caressing the word making it sound less of a curse word and more like a Shakespeare sonnet.
My knee's weakened, leaving me helpless as he flung open the door, arrogantly pulling me with him. I felt the judging stares of the women as the scoffed in disgust. I hid my head slightly, because of both shame and annoyance.
God he was so fucking ARROGANT.
We walked back to our table, where a relaxed looking Kurt and a bored Isabella sat waiting. Empty glasses littered the table; varied shapes and sizes indicated that they were drinking heavily and carelessly.
"Harry what happened to your face, I thought you were going to the bathroom?" Isabella said, looking at me sharply, almost pointedly.
My eyes hardened, my body stiffening as I slid into a chair.
"I walked into the toilet door." Harry laughed, casually almost casually lying his ass off.
I snorted. "Yeah- the wrong one."
Kurt raised his eyebrows. "By the looks of your neck I'm sure it wasn't the wrong one." He winked at me suggestively. "I'm sure he just 'stumbled' into he wrong door by 'accident'."
Oh god he thought- Me..
And Harry..
That's when realization set in... Harry had given me a fucking hickey.
'That's not..that's not what I.. that's not what happened-"
Harry stopped me, his hand gripping my knee, his lips pressing on my bruised neck. I froze in fear. Kurt chuckled slowly, bringing his drink to his lips as he watched Harry kiss my neck, his eyes dashing between us like a hawk.
The fuck?!
I tried to shrug out of his grasp but he held me in place, his fingers bruising my arms. There was no way I could maneuver out of his grasp so I just sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do or say.
And that's when everything seemed to stop around me- because the sounds of broken glass, gun shots and screams could be heard.
It all happened so quickly- one minute I was on the chair, Harry caressing my neck, the next minute I was on the ground, Harry's body on top of mine, glass surrounding me on the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK-" I screamed, my head tossing sideways as everyone in the restaurant seemed to either start running or panic- or both.
Harry was still holding me down, but his mouth was now next to my ear.
"Stay on the ground, but roll on your front. Hannah, I need you to pretend that you are dead." He spoke calmly, but fast- quick, precise and to the point.
This was not the Harry I had been dealing with before- this Harry.. fuck he was scary.
"I-I what- I" I mumbled trying desperately to put two and two together.
"Hannah for fucks sake," He growled. "For once in your life listen to me. Now what did I say?"
Looking in my memory I tried to remember his words.
"Stay on ground, roll over. B-b-be dead." I stuttered.
He nodded, his hands releasing me to go to his back. He pulled out a gun.
My eyes widened.
"They are being very, very brave." I heard Kurt mutter.
"I thought you said bravery was another word for stupidity." I heard Harry chuckle as he rose off me and onto his feet.
"Exactly." Kurt winked.
Harry's foot nudged my side, rolling me over. I did as he commanded, my face to the ground- pushing slightly into glass shards, the air cool on my skin.
I heard shouts, gunfire and screams.
Closing my eyes shut I tried to count down from twenty, forcing myself to detach from this situation.
