She ~ Harry styles fan fiction

12

The thought of that moment with Harry swirl around my head.

His lips pressed against mine as my eyes slowly shut.

His hands reach for my face as I melt into him and gently push my lips with his.

I didn't want to push him away but I was overwhelmed in that moment and that was my first instinct. I can't believe we kissed,  I hope he isn't mad that I ran away I just had to leave. I spend the rest of the day laying in my bed and overthinking everything. I'm surprised that Harry hasn't demanded that I come downstairs to finish chores but i'm glad I don't want to face him right now.

The sun has finally set and I decide to get ready. I pull the dress out of my closet that  Harry brought up earlier today. The dress is very simple and pretty. It's a white tight fitting dress that falls right on my lower thigh. Why does he demand I wear what he picks out. I have my makeup sitting on the vanity and apply a light amount of makeup avoiding mascara. I don't really care how I look i just wanted to cover that fact that I have been crying for a few hours. I need to hold my ground and defend my Fathers name. I brush my hair and tuck both sides behind my ears.

I slip on black flats that I packed with me and head out of my room . I walk down the stairs to see Harry passed out on the couch surrounded by empty beer cans and bottle of vodka. He's drunk.

"Harry." I nudge him and start to gather the beer cans on the couch. His eyes slowly start to open and he sits up quickly grabbing his phone and looking at the time.

"Fuck... fuck.. fuck... We need to go." He quickly stands up and runs upstairs. I wait by the door and feel my anxiety grow. I can't lie I am terrified.

"Come on, we're taking my car." He runs down the stairs in black jeans and a leather jackets. He of course has a cigarette in his mouth even when we're in a rush he has time to light one.

He grabs the keys that are hanging on a hook and opens the door to the garage. There are five cars in here and I can't help but wonder why i've never seen him drive one of these before. He opens the door for me and I get into it. I think it's a Porsche but I know nothing about cars. It's slick black and suits him very well. He puts out the cigarette before getting into the car and opens the garage door and quickly drives out.

"Harry should you be driving?"I ask.

"What do you mean." His hands grip the steering wheel tightly as we drives quickly down the street.

"I just saw all those beer cans and..." I begin.

"That was hours ago I slept it off." He doesn't look at me but I stare at him. "What are you looking at." He spits. He seems very angry.

"Are we going to talk about earlier?" I ask

"No. It never happened." He growls.

"Fine." I look out the window. I hate how confusing he is. One moment he's yelling at me, then he kisses me and now he's rude to me again.

We pull up to a mansion that is twice the size of Harry's and my heart is beating out of my chest. I hold back my tears and try to be brave. Harry pulls into the driveway and I wait in the car until he opens my door and grabs my hand.

We walk up the the front and Harry pushes me to walk in front of him. My breathing picks up as we are greeted by two large men standing at the door.

"You're late Styles." One of the guys looks me up and down and smirks. "Let's go." We follow both guys inside and the house is beautiful. Everything is a white marble which wasn't what I expecting. "He's waiting in the office." Harry has his hands in his pockets and looks very nervous which doesn't help my anxiety.

The doors to an office open up and down a long hallway sits a man at a desk. Two men stand at the entrance wearing all black suits and the other two follow us inside and slam the door behind us making me flinch.

"Harry!" The man sitting at the end of the desk yells in delight to see him. "You're late." He says crossing his arms. Harry and I walk closer to the desk and stand there in front of this man. He isn't as intimating as I thought he would be. He seems as if he's tall and has tattoos similar to Harry's.

"There was an issue but she's here now." Harry says to him while shoving me to take a step forward. I keep my head down as the man in the chair smiles.

"Hello dear." He smiles. "My name is Michael Vance." I nod and still try to keep my eyes on the ground. "She's a quiet one isn't she Harry." He looks to Harry who's nods. "She is also very beautiful. Just like her Mother." He says making my eyes shoot up.

"You killed my mother." I spit out.

"Oh she speaks." He looks amused. "Oh and before I forget." He snaps his fingers making two of the men grab Harry by both sides. "You don't get off that easy for making me wait." I stumble back and watch them beat him. Harry struggles to fight back hitting them just has hard as they hit him. I stand back and cover my mouth looking back at Micheal who's sitting back in chair smiling at me.

"Stop!" I yell. "Tell them to stop!" I scream and feel the tears run down my face as I watch them beat him until he stops fighting back. I reach my arm in to stop them but i'm pushed to the ground. "Please." I beg.

"Alright boys he's has enough. It's her turn." He says making my eyes widen in fear as I stumble back and start to run towards the door. My arm is pulled back and one of the men who then lifts me and I scream and kick as hard as I can. He pins me up against the wall and takes my neck into his large hands picking me up from the ground. He isn't cutting off my airway yet but one more squeeze and I won't be able to breathe.

"This is what happens when you disobey orders." Micheal slams his fist against the desk and stands up and rushes over to me. He comes close to me as i'm still hovering over above the ground. "Harry may be soft but Savage is not." He inches closer to me and I look down at him with tears falling down my face. "I'm sorry our first meeting had to go like this but it is nice to meet the girl who is a large part of my plan. Which includes killing your father, brothers , and the entire Malevolent gang." I tighten my eyes shut as the man who has me in his hands tightens his grip. I keep my hands on his and hit him with all the energy I have left in me. "Maybe I'll keep you here." The man drops me and I fall to floor. I cough aggressively and try to catch my breath.

"No please." I say looking up at him. "I'll obey Harry I swear." I beg. I would rather be dead then have to live here with him.

He leans down and grabs my chin to look up at him "Bella, you're a beautiful girl but that won't get you anywhere. If you keep disobeying orders from Savage you will stay here with me." He releases my chin but stays leaning down at my level. "Just like your mother. Now get them out of my sight." He sits back down in his chair and acts like nothing has happened. I look over to Harry who's getting off the ground. The other man grabs me and pushes me out as I follow Harry with tears falling down my face.