Sister ( Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 33

Dedicated to : ImNotADog69

"So, don't you want to tell something about you, pretty?" Sam asks me, sitting on some guy's lap.

"I-I don't really know what to tell" I sigh  "I've just moved in London" I try to smile but catch Harry's burning gaze on me again and my smile fades immediately.

"Where have you lived before?" Sam doesn't stop asking questions and she is already annoying the shit out of me. 

"I lived in New York" I smile as the mention of NY City brings memories in my mind. " Then I moved in Chicago" I add. 

"Wow, I've never been in New York, it should be great" Someone says and I smile at her.

"Yeah, I've not been there since I've left to Chicago." I don't know even now, why Ben was so against of me visiting NY after death of my parents. I always thought that NY would bring back memories that, of course, included my parents and that was the reason why Ben didn't want me to go there. But now, I'm not sure about it anymore, I'm not sure about anything. 

I think, I'm like center of this circle. Everyone is listening to me and looking at me, I don't know why are they so interested in me? I mean. I've been on other parties too and nobody seemed to notice me there. 

Except Harry.

I look at Harry, who is looking directly at me but doesn't say anything. He hasn't looked anywhere else but me, since the moment I step in this room.

"I'll be back in 5 minutes" I whisper to Kris and stand up, leaving the living room. I step in the kitchen and put my hands on the counter, sighing. 

"Well" I hear his voice. I knew he would follow me. I don't turn to face him, just stay in that position. I don't even answer him, even if I want to say something, what should I say? I have absolutely nothing to say.

I hear his footsteps and I know he is coming closer to me, in seconds, he wraps my wrist and turns me to face him.

"What is this?" He asks, his touch rough es never.

"Get off of me!" I demand, trying to slip out from him.

"No" He smiles slyly. "Answer!" He raises his voice.

"Harry, it hurts" I mumble, pleading with my eyes to let me go.

"I don't give a single fuck, do you understand?!" He almost shouts and I feel a fear growing up inside me. 

"Let me go" I plea, but the burning fire in his eyes doesn't seem to be smothered. 

"You fuck  him then?" He asks, his tone undetermined.

"What?" I gasp. How could he think something like that about me? and worse, how can he just throw this in my face?

"You heard me" He smiles and takes his hand from my wrist. It still hurts, though.

"You are an asshole!" I yell at him, not caring about anything anymore. How can he be such a jerk? 

And he laughs.

Not saying another word. His action leaves me speechless and I take a step behind. This kind of Harry frightens me more, because I don't know weather he is angry, hurt, happy or is just making fun of me.

"Katherine" He suddenly stops laughing and looks at me with serious eyes. I take another step behind, trying not to let him come closer to me, but he follows me, not looking anywhere else but directly in my eyes. 

"Are you afraid?" He suddenly asks, pulling his long hand around my waist and fixing me in that place.

I nod. "I'm afraid of falling" I whisper.