These Demons (A Harry Styles Horror/Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3- Freedom

A/N: I HAVE PCD THANKYOU HARRY FUCKING STYLES FOR RUINING MY LIFE. xoxo Dedicated to Amina147 bc she love da story

Christy's POV:

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

He was here. Standing right here. He was real: Embracing me and whispering into my ear, and all I can do is feel.

Feel his warm hands touching me, making my core burn. They traveled from my upper back to my hips while his breath was seeping down my neck.

"Who- who are you?" I stumbled with my words, trying to make a coherent sentence

"My name is Harry." His voice was raspy, like he just woke up from a long sleep.

"And you know me?" Gaining some courage I moved my eyes up his stiff chest to his eyes. It looked as if he could see right through me. Right into my soul (if i had one).

"More than you know yourself." He said.

I tried looked back down to my feet, but he wouldn't allow it. His rough hands grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.

"Dance with me Christina."

He wants me to dance with him? This is not me, going to clubs and drinking and dancing with men I barely know.

But I feel like I know him... And he claims to know me very well. Still, this isn't who I am.

"I have to get back to my friend"

He didn't like this... Not one bit. He put his hands on my lower back and pulled me into him, moving one hand down to the bottom of my knee and pulling up and around his hip so that I could feel him... All of him.

He put his head in the curve of my neck and grazed his lips form my shoulder to my ear.

"You sure you wanna do that?"

He started planted kisses down my neck and I put my hands in his curls. I let out a shaky breath as his hand found my bum. This is too much.

"Harry"

He didn't respond, still torturing me with his kisses.

"Harry" I said a bit louder, but he still didn't respond, making a bold stripe with his younger down my neck. I gasped.

"Harry" it was meant to get him to stop, but it came out more like a moan, and only encouraged him more.

"Harry, please stop."

And this time he did. He let his strong grip go but still kept his hands on me. He started moving his hips in sync with the beat. He turned me around so that my butt was in his front.

"I need to go home" I said as he continued to dance.

I looked around for Zayn but I couldn't find him. He probably ran away with the blonde.

"Just dance" Harry whispered.

One dance wont kill me.

I started moving my hips by myself and locked my hands around Harry's neck. The beat was erotic, flowing through my body. I felt Harry dig his hands into my sides.

"That's it baby"

Everyone around us was either dancing or making out, moving quickly with one another. It was sensual and made me feel something I've never felt before.

Freedom.

Right now, I don't have to worry about the voices. I don't have to worry about staying holy. I can do whatever the fuck I want to do, and it feels good.

"Let me take you home, baby"

Well, if Zayn was nowhere to be found, I don't see a problem. I turned to face him

"Okay"

He grabbed my hand and we walked through the crowded dance floor, no one really paying much attention to us. We made it outside and the breeze hit me hard. I followed Harry until we get to his ride.

"A motorcycle?"

He looked at me with a sly smirk on his face.

"Is that a problem?"

I shook my head. He handed me the helmet and I stopped it on. He got into the motor cycle, revving the engine.

"Hop on"

I swung my leg over the seat and wrapped my arms around Harry.

"Ready"

With this he took off from the parking lot.

I had never been on a motorcycle before, but it was amazing. The streets were not crowded so it was free flowing, Harry swerving in and out of lanes. The way his knuckles gripped the gas and his chest heaved up and down when he drove was... Hot. He was quite beautiful, but in a dark way.

"I live on 43rd and 2nd" I shouted to him.

He went a little faster, laughing.

"I know" he replied

How in God's name does he know where I live?

We pulled up to my little house and he stopped the motorcycle. My moms car wasn't in the driveway. Shit. She must have picked up an extra night shift.

He kicked the stand out and hopped off, sticking a hand out to help me. I took his hand and got off. I unstrapped the helmet and put it on the seat, then turned my head to look at him.

He pulled my hand with his and walked me up to my front door. I took my keys out, unlocking it.

Was he going to come inside? Was he going to kiss me? Jesus, This has never happened before. I don't know what he is thinking, but by the slight smirk on his face, I can tell that Its something he likes.

"Thank you for the ride home" I said to him, looking down and playing with my thumbs as I stood in my doorway.

"You're very welcome."

What now? Oh god. Do I kiss him or do I shut the door?

"Aren't you going invite me inside, baby doll?"

Oh.

With that I opened the door a little

more and we stepped inside.

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