Demonized {Harry Styles AU}

The Talk {19}

"Wait what?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows.

"18 minutes now."

"You can't be serious." he argued.

"I'm completely serious."

His features hardened and I saw anger in him.

"Tell me what happened that night." Harry demanded in a low growl.

"No."

"Yasmaine you have to tell me." he said angrily. he kept his voice down, which only scared me more.

"I said no."

In a second I was pinned to a wall. trapped between his arms, I struggled. his eyes darkened to almost black, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, he inched closer to my neck. his warm lips placing a soft kiss.

"Tell me." he whispered.

"N-No."

He turned his head to the side and looked into my eyes. his hand making its way down to the lining of my panties.

"How did it feel?" he asked in a low moan.

"Harry. stop it."

"Tell me how he felt. Did you scream his name? Did you touch him the same way he touched you? Did he make you feel good?" Harry asked playing with the hem of my shirt.

"Harry. We didn't do anything. He just kissed me."

"Oh? He's only just begun." Harry let me go and sat on the couch, his eyes returning to the vibrant green they were before.

"Harry what was that all about?"

"Just showing you what it's like being interrogated. Trust me this isn't the last time." he winked.

I sighed and slumped to the floor.

"You going now?" Harry asked sitting up.

"What?"

"It's been 18 minutes." he said smirking.

"Where do I go?"

"My best guess is that he'll be waiting in the ally. Take the fire escape." Harry said nodding towards the window.

I opened it slowly and stepped out.

Finally.

A voice I remembered rang out as soon and I closed the window back.

I came down to the ally and saw the same blonde haired, blue eyed boy with the piercing.

I walked up to him, as close as possible.

In a low whisper, "tell me why. What did you do to me? Why did I kiss you? I didn't want to."

Yes you did. Otherwise you wouldn't have done it.

"No. that's not me. I know me. I know the choices I make."

Not anymore. Think about it, you wouldn't have had anything to do with me if you knew yourself. your mother and father taught you well enough to never trust the devil.

"I don't trust you."

Then why are you down here with me, when Harry is up there worrying about you? Poor boy doesn't even know what it feels like to be loved. Then you come along at a sinful party and make him smile. He actually thought you'd be together.