Impact (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

2.

The room was so crowded; we had to literally push people out of our way, which most of them were not too happy about. One guy even got in Will's face because of it, but he just kept walking, pulling me along with him. Thankfully the guy didn't run after us and try to start something. "Oh look, there's Olivia!" He screamed over the deafening music. "I'm going to go talk to her." He yelled again. "Okay!" I screamed back. Then he left me alone in the middle of the room. Great, now it's time for me to make some new friends and find something to drink. There was a group of guys playing beer pong in a back room, and another game was being played to see who would get their opponent drunk first. There was a large spread of alcoholic beverages in the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty. I took a few swigs from a bottle of vodka. The burn of the alcohol settled in my stomach and I felt the buzz throughout my body.

I filled a red cup with a mixture of various liquids and roamed around the dancing strangers. I felt someone's hand touch mine and I didn't think anything of it until their hand grasped mine. I thought it was only Will, so I wrapped my fingers around his. Then he put his hand on my waist. Definitely NOT Will.

"What the hell." I said as I unlatched my hand spinning around to see who it was. "Wow, holy shit, you're gorgeous." Was the response I got from the tall curly haired male. I looked at him in disbelief. "Okay, you're mental or insanely drunk." I said and started to walk away. Long fingers brushed my wrist, but I pulled away and kept walking. "Where do you think you're going?" The stranger growled, stepping in front of me. "Uh, hello? Away from you." I snapped. "Dance with me?" "No." I said sternly. He grinned, walking forward, forcing me to back away. "Stop." I said trying to shove him away, but it was no use, he was too strong. He managed to back me into a wall toward the back of the crowd. "What the hell are you doing?" I screamed when he gripped my wrists, pinning them to the wall.

His hot breath fanned over my face, but instead of smelling like alcohol as I had expected, it smelled like stawberries. "You're cute, but you seem pretty stubborn. I like that." He growled playfully, stepping closer with every word. I didn't say anything, I just looked away. "What's your name?" He breathed into my ear this time, pushing my wrists together in one of his large hands. I persisted to ignore him. With his free hand he reached up to brush the hair away from my neck. I huffed, my chest rising and falling unsteadily. He was so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"If I tell you, will you stop?" I asked completely annoyed and somewhat afraid. "Maybe." He breathed into the space between my neck and my shoulder. He brushed his lips against my skin, sending an icy chill down my spine. My pulse heightened. "Oh you like that?" His raspy voice chuckled as he repeated the action. "N-no, I don't." I stuttered. "Stop lying to yourself." He stood up straight and moved my chin from the side, tilting it upward so I could look at him. "What colour are your eyes?" I jerked my face away, hoping that he would get bored of my ignorance and leave me alone. But to my luck, he was almost as stubborn as I was, and kept moving my face back to look at him.

"Shaye." I whispered. "What was that?" He moved his ear to my lips forcing me to repeat myself. "Shaye." I said again, loud enough that I knew he'd heard me. "See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He gave me a menacing grin. "Get away from me!" I screamed in his face, struggling against his tightening grip. "What's the fun in that?" He pushed his body against me, shoving me into the wall. "It's nice to meet you Shaylee, -" I cut him off from his correct assumption."It's just Shaye." I said through gritted teeth. "Well, 'just' Shaye, I'm Harry." He looked at my lips and used his height advantage to look down my top. "Where's your phone?" He asked focusing back on my face. Green flames danced in his eyes as he felt my front pockets, searching for what he desired. He wasn't even feeling my pockets, he was feeling down my thighs. "Nevermind. I found it." He grinned slipping my phone out of my back pocket. He managed to cup my backside as he did. I grimaced as he touched me then began typing and scrolling through my personal things. Then he pulled out his phone and typed a few things, then put my phone back in its previous place. It vibrated moments later. He had texted me. How pleasant.

"Okay, now you've gotten what you want." I spat. "Not yet." A vicious grin pulled at his lips. He pulled my body as close to his as possible. Then he crushed his lips against mine, but I kept mine unmoving. He tried to put his tongue in my mouth, but I denied access by clenching my teeth. I was not going to give him what he wanted. No way in hell. He gave up on trying to get me to respond. "I'll see you later, Shaye." Harry turned and walked away without looking back. My lips were a bit swollen, even from one kiss in which I hadn't participated in. I had to find Will. I wanted to leave. Now! He would be furious when he found out what that nasty creep had done.