Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 12- Unexpected

AHHH the Where We Are tour is starting today!! So excited for our boys! Is anyone going? // Anyways here's the update! I tried making it intense lol. Enjoy! and a small warning there is some profanity used in this chapter! -zahra

Chapter 12

Dilara's POV

As soon as I walk out and take a deep breath of the chilled hallways in the hotel, I move towards the bathroom that I had used earlier. I try to pull it open, but it's locked.

Okay, I'm sure there's another bathroom in this giant hotel. A female worker walking my way is wearing a simple grey suit and sees me struggling. She quickly chirps, "Hello ma'am do you need to use the ladies room? This one is now locked because of hotel hours but if you go down this long hallway and make a right, there's another that will be there." The hallways were brightly lit with paintings on both sides and an occasional plant on each side.

"Thank you." I simply say and walk more further into the hotel. The walk was long and my heels kept clinking on the marble floors with every step I took. I decided to just take it off and stuff it into my bag.

I'm just sort of tired, annoyed and I honestly couldn't wait to finally get home tonight. I pull out my phone from the huge bag and notice that there's still a lot of time left till Camille would pick me up. With a sigh, I place the phone back into the black bag and take a right turn. For some reason there weren't any rooms on this floor. I guessed it was probably because the humungous reception and meeting rooms that was located here instead.

I hear someone else walking behind me, but it was probably just a guest at the hotel. I quicken my pace to reach the ladies room. Why was it so far?! This hotel was way to big.

Just as I'm about to take a right turn, the steps that I keep hearing get closer and closer till I finally look back to see who this person was.

When I do, I almost jump, surprised to see the same pair of drunk, brown eyes I had seen just a few minutes ago. It was Justin.

My heart's about to pop out of my chest as I remember my bare skin is showing to this guy. It was honestly such a terrible feeling; I had always been so closed-on with my Hijab, but to have a male stare at you like Justin was doing at this second was such an awkward feeling.

"Justin? W-what are you doing here?" I stand, questioning him, my face burning. Instead of answering my question he states something else.

"I never thought you of all people, Dilara, would choose to rebel against your own religion for the night and look so... stunning." He says with amusement. His words upset me. Who the hell does he think he is?

"I'm not disobeying anyone, or anything. I never would, you just happened to be here tonight." I spit out.

"You know what, Justin, leave my alone and go back to the party." I try to say, but for some reason I had a feeling he wouldn't be leaving any soon. Again he ignores me and tells me something that completely catches me off guard. He eyes me up and down once more, his disgusting self probably too drunk to realize what he was doing.

"You actually look hot for the first time, in fact really sexy." I am literally sweating now and I could feel my body slowly starting to shake at the words that come out of his mouth.

"Justin you're drunk." I quickly blurt out. He would never say these kinds of things, at least I thought he wouldn't.

"No, I'm not." He says, a smirk forming on his lips and his eyes getting darker, almost scary.

He slowly starts to walk towards me and I try to move back as well. What is he doing?

"Justin, I- uh seriously have got to go now, if you wouldn't mind, "I stutter out and rapidly move away from this situation. Before I could though, he grabs a hold of my left arm and brings me back towards him. His short figure, however manages to tower over my small self and I get very nervous, shock takes over my body and my heart felt like it couldn't beat any faster. I've truly never been in such a situation, why is he doing this?