She ~ Harry styles fan fiction

8

I get back into my room and open the closets door to see a black dress hanging on the hanger. I pull it out and roll my eyes of course it's a tight dress. I first sit down to do my makeup at the vanity. I didn't bring much but I did bring a concealer, mascara and, a lipgloss. I do light amount of makeup because I don't really have any other options. I slip on this tight fitting dress and look at myself in the mirror. I can't help but feel very confident in this dress. It fits me well and makes me look a lot older. Maybe this is what I needed to give me confidence before I go out to my first club. I see a pair of small heels that are a light pink color and put those on as well.

I walk out of my room and head downstairs.
Harry sits in his master chair in the living room as I walk downstairs. He is wearing an all black suit and I can't help but notice how attractive he looks.

"Maybe I'll have you change." He coughs awkwardly.

"Why?" I ask looking down at the dress and running my hands down the sides.

"I can't have anyone thinking they can have you." He eyes me.

"Have me?" I ask and he laughs.

"Have you as in fuck you. Jesus Bella how naive can you be." I stand there embarrassed by his comment. "Sit princess." He point to the couch and I sit. "We're being picked up by a member. His name is Ashton and like I said before if you're rude to him I won't intervene at all so you better watch what you say. When we get there you will sit on my lap. No expectations." He says looking at me because my eyes went wide. How embarrassing I don't want to sit anywhere near to be quite honest. I huff in frustration. "You aren't allowed to speak to anyone unless I nudge you too. Are we clear." He says leaning forward.

"Yes." I look down at my feet feeling so embarrassed. Why do I let him talk to me like this he thinks i'm scared little puppy but it's because I am.

"Are you a virgin Bella?" He spits out and I furrow my eyes brows in confusion.

"What? Why are you asking?" Why is he asking me this. It's so personal and none of his business to be quite honest.

"Well I mentioned that these men we will see tonight want to fuck you and that made me want to ask. So are you?" He smirks he just wants to get the answer out of me which he already knows.

"Yeah I am. Happy?" I say looking anywhere but at home. He laughs and takes out a cigarette and begins taking a large drag from it.

"Does smoking bother you?" He asks me. He noticed I was starring at him.

"My Father and brother smoke so the smell reminds me of my home." I sat looking down at my feet.

"Glad you feel more at home." He smirks.

"That's not what I meant I.." I'm interrupted by the doorbell ringing and Harry getting up to answer it.

"Let's go. Remember the rules." I get up and follow him out the door. The person at the door looks to be the driver. We follow them to a similar car I was in before. Maybe I can find someone to help me tonight.

"Ashton, this is Bella Harper." We get into the car and Harry still has his cigarette in between his lips.

"Harper? As in Bradley Harper?" The man in the front seat asks me. He looks a little bit older then Harry but not to much. He has dark black hair and many tattoos like Harry but the lead on to his chin unlike Harry's who stop at his neck. I nod watching his face light up.

"Yep." Harry puts his arm over me treating me like i'm some kind of prize. I flinch a little but Harry pulls me closer into his chest.

"Nice job Styles. I can't wait to see the boys faces when you walk in with her." He laughs and I can't help take offense to that comment. "Hey at least she's hot." I look at Harry who's smiling like a child. He looks so pleased with himself meanwhile I feel so embarrassed as I sit here and let him talk about he that way.