One Direction Imagines

Help-Part 1 (Harry)

I tugged on the short red dress, wishing I would've worn something different. It felt too... Relieving. And I knew it was by the way that strange man at the bar was staring at me, I shuttered, disgusted by the man's gazes. "Harry!" I called out looking for my curly haired boyfriends the crowd if half drunk people. "Where are you?"

A clammy hand snaked it's way around my arms, too small to be Harry's. "Get off me!" I yelped as the strange man from the bar began to pull on my arm and drag me towards his seat. "I said get away from me! Let go!" I yell, trying to shake him off of me.

"Don't fight it babe, come on. Come with me! Let me by you a drink at least, pretty girl like you shouldn't be standing all alone." He grinned, his teeth yellowed from cigarette smoke and his breath reeking of alcohol.

"I'm not alone, now let go! I don't want your filthy hands all over me," I said, digging my matching red heels into the cement floor. I could feel his hands slowly making their way down my arms and to my fingertips and back up again. I took a few slow steps back before beginning to run into the mass of people on the dance floor. "Get back here!" He shouted, shoving people out of the way, his eyes on me.

The target.

"Harry! Harry help!" I called frantically before running into a broad chested man. I looked up to see green eyes full of concern and confusion. "(Y/N) what's going on? Why are you running love?"

"It's this man! He's chasing me! He grabbed me and was trying to pull me to the bar, oh Harry help me!" His lips formed a thin line and his eyes narrowed.

"Where is he?"

"I- I don't know! Can we just leave? Please just drop me off at my home, I'll feel safer there." He nodded curtly and took my hand, we began weaving our way through the thumping dance floor, music pumping from all directions.

We made our way out to the parking lot and into the starry night, leaving the club without backwards glance. "Leaving so soon?" A familiar voice purred from behind Harry's car, his silhouette illuminated by the parking lot lights.

"What do you want?" Harry growled, protectively pulling me closer. The man let out a disgusting laugh.

"Nothing from you pretty boy, it's the girl I want..."