Mine

Chapter 7 - Hidden in Plain Sight

GABRIELLE POV:

"You'd better not leave my side." Harry growled into my ear as he tucked his hand in my back pocket and squeezed roughly. I hissed in acknowledgement and tried uselessly to pull it away, which only enabled him to squeeze my backside roughly in response.

We were out clubbing again, and Harry had dressed me in the tightest jeans and tiniest little tank top. I crossed my arms tightly in an attempt to cover up some of the skin that was on full display. It had been just over a week since Harry had dragged me into his crazy dangerous life, but I was quickly learning that he liked to show off what he thought belonged to him.

I had been watching him suck down shots all night, and although I was pretending not to be impressed by his insane alcohol tolerance, there was no point in denying that he was practically a tank. He was eight drinks in and not even slurring his words. The rest of the boys were with us, including Leo, and every time I looked in his direction, I found him smirking directly at me. I'm sure that he'd had endless possibilities to tell the boys how he knew me, but there had to be some reason that he was holding out.

Louis came over to us and began whispering into Harry's ear. Harry nodded slowly and he ran his fingertips up and down my back in a distracted way as he listened. I looked up at him, trying to hear what Louis was saying, but it was no use. The club was too loud and so any chance I had of hearing them was completely out of the question. Soon, Zayn and Liam came over to listen in, but Harry didn't relinquish his grasp on me.

Finally, after 15 minutes of boring inaudible whispering, I broke their conversation. "I have to pee." I squeaked. I figured that a change of scenery was much needed, even if it was only the inside of a bathroom stall.

They all stared down at me in silence with an almost confused expression of bewilderment on their faces. I'm sure that they weren't used to girls interrupting them, especially the ones who belonged to Harry.

"Fine. Let's go." Harry finally grunted, grasping onto my wrist tightly.

"Harry, mate. Why don't I take her?" Zayn said suddenly as we were about to walk away. "You've got to make a decision on this soon, and the lines for the bathroom are gonna take forever."

My stomach dropped to the floor at the idea of being alone with Zayn, and I was positive that Harry wouldn't let him take me after the 'incident' the last time we went clubbing. I looked up at Harry with pleading eyes and I couldn't help but notice how empty he looked. I was sure that the alcohol must have been having some type of effect because he grudgingly handed me over to his friend.

"Don't let her out of your sight." He warned. Zayn nodded in acknowledgment, clasping my upper arm tightly.

"I-I don't have to go anymore." I said quickly, wincing as Zayn continued to practically cut off my circulation. But Harry was already returning to his conversation with Liam and Louis and Zayn was already dragging me away.

"He can't hear you princess." Zayn whispered as he pressed his hands to my hips and nuzzled my neck. His stubble scraped against my skin painfully and I desperately tried to pry his hands off of me. We were winding through the crowd now, with Zayn in the clear lead. I assumed that we were going to the bathroom, but soon found myself being pushed out of the side door of the club and into the back alley.

"Zayn, what the fu-" I was cut off as he pressed one hand to my mouth and slammed me against the brick of the building. He was so much stronger than me, and I instantly knew that I stood no chance. He used one arm to press my shoulders against the wall and the other to restrain both of my hands in one of his. I struggled uselessly in his powerful grasp, and he chuckled at my weak attempts.