Target (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 13

News of Harry’s semi violent (I only say semi because, well, he has done much worse) outburst had travelled like a wildfire instantly. If people were not already intimidated by Harry and his daunting presence, they sure as hell were now. Cannot say that I blame them. Harry held my hand tightly, dragging me through the crowd of dancing bodies listening to some electric tune I had never heard of. All I saw was the back of his brown loose curl infested hair and lean body. Once realization struck people as to who was crossing their path, they remarkably separated themselves from their partner and let Harry slide through, followed by myself. Fascinating. Harry could be useful when Christmas shopping on Black Friday.

We were now in some sort of enclosed sitting room situated off of where the kitchen was. Not surprisingly, beer bottles and those infamous red solo cups were strewn across the counters of the quaint room. Harry peered through the door-less entryway and once again, drags me through. My arm feels as though it could fall off at any moment. I swear this man could crush a rock without knowing it.

My eyes settle on a three person couch against one wall then a plush love seat on another wall beside it. No other furniture besides a coffee table and a few scenic portraits hung on the dull, lifeless walls of that horrid 70’s olive green. A couple sat making out ferociously, not even taking in our newly presence, next to the Cotton Candy Chick. She was absolutely gorgeous, despite the fact that her hair reminded me of the sugary fluffed substance found at carnivals and baseball games. It’s definitely interesting. Once my orbs adjusted to the bright pink and magenta colored hair, they were then drawn to the clear blue of her eyes. I was set in awe at the beautiful blueness they held in their depths. God, it’s like looking up at the sky in those things.

Breaking me from the beauty my eyes have the pleasure of gazing at, Harry lightly pushes at my shoulders so that I sat in the loveseat, my elbow brushing Cotton Candy Chick.

“Perrie, do me a favor and watch her.” Harry speaks lowly, his eyes looking down into my own, never breaking contact as his thumb strokes my bottom lip. The action unsettles and arouses me all at the same time. Damn my weak body. He placed great emphasis on the command, piquing me even more. I can take care of myself, asshole. I mentally laugh, wondering what he would do if I actually said my thoughts aloud for his ears to hear. It would not be pretty. That much I know for certain.

“Sure thing, Ace.” The girl, Perrie, I guess, replies happily in her British accent as well. I am still not completely used to this load of foreign accents surrounding me. For god’s sake, I’ve only lived in this damned country for a week and a half.

“Have her drink something as well, nothing too strong!” Harry shouts as he departs through the arched entryway, going off into the swarm of sweaty teenagers grinding and doing god only knows what. I’m definitely content sitting here.

“So you’re Harry’s new girl,” Perrie knowingly enquires, a bright smile exposing her pearly white teeth whilst pouring a pink liquid from a bottle into a red solo cup. And we meet again…

The thought of what she just said disgusts me. I am most certainly not his girl. Though my body completely disagrees with my mind. If I was just a vagina on legs, surely I would be overjoyed to be Harry’s. Emotionally… that’s a completely different story. 

Unlike the other girls, she actually wore somewhat decent clothing. Resembling a hippie in my eyes. A long flowing, sheer skirt threaded with the pattern of 70’s flowers (a recurring theme at this house I suppose) led up to a pale yellow cropped top, nicely paired with her flawless, pale skin. Her hair pulled back with a beaded headband.