She ~ Harry styles fan fiction

17

We get home and I follow Harry into the bathroom. I still have blood running down my arms but not as badly as before. He lifts me on to the counter and I sit there watching him scrabble to find a first aid kit. He pulls out a red bad with medical wrap and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

"This will sting a little but I need to clean that cut." He holds my arm over the sink and pours the cold liquid on my arm. It stings a lot but he only pour a little on both cut. He then begins wrapping my cuts with the wrap.

"Why did you do it?" I ask him. He looks up at me and runs his hands through his hair.

"I wanted to get you out of his hands and I knew he wouldn't let you go until I did it." He sighs. "Ashton is close to Vance and I didn't want him to tell him I can't handle you." He says as he finishes wrapping my two cuts.

"And that guy Harry? You almost killed him." I say suddenly remembering that whole other situation.

"He was trying to take advantage of you." He says quietly. "Did you want that?" He asks.

"What? No. I was trying to get away from him." I say.

"I don't want anyone else... touching you that way." He says and I raise my eyebrows.

"Okay." I agree. I don't like that Harry has this power over me to decide something like that but I don't want anyone else either. "I'm tired." I tell him. Of course this night was awful too why do I even bother leaving this house. Harry pulls me off the counter and follows me upstairs and into my room.

"What are you doing." I ask as he sits down on my bed.

"Come here." He opens his arms on a sit on his lap. He then leans his head into my mine and kisses me gently. He leans me back on to the bed and climbs on top of me. His hands run up and down my stomach sending chills through my body. His kisses me harshly and moves his head my inner thigh making me adjust myself.

"Do you want this Bella?" He leans away from me and whispers softly. I gulp and nod. Things have never felt so right but in this moment I know I want feel that connection with him.

"I've never had sex before." I say quietly. He runs his hands up and down my thighs and smirks.

"No we're not having sex. You're not ready for that." He says and my cheeks turn red from embarrassment.

"Oh." Is all I can say.

"I was going to finger you." He says and my breathing picks up. "Do you want that? We will not do anything if you don't want to." He says running his hands through his hair.

"Yes." I nod. I want him so badly.

He continues to kiss me and moves his heads to my breast. He cups them in his large hands and moans quietly against me. He then moves down to my thighs again and spreads my legs more open. I still wear my blood stained dress and lifts it up a little on my waist. He looks at me and gently pulls down the underwear that I am wearing and I take another deep breath.

"Are you sure you want this?" Harry asks me again.

"Harry yes I do. I want you." I say and he kisses me and pushes one of his fingers in to me. I shift uncomfortably for a moment but i'm distracted by it all with Harry kissing me and the chills coming up my back. He the places another finger and slowly pumps them in me. I moan against his lips and he takes a deep breath as he continues.

"Are you... okay?" He asks me quietly.

"Yeah." I take another breath in and run my hands through his hair. I feel my heart beating faster and he speeds his fingers up. I hold on to him tightly as my legs shake from the pleasurable feeling. I gasp loudly as chills run up and down my body and he slowly pulls his fingers out.

"How was that?" Harry sits up and pulls my hand up to sit up with him.

"Really good." I smile and pull down my dress.

"Good. You did good." He kisses me gently. "Let's sleep." He pulls off his shirt and stands up to pull down his pants and climbs into my bed in his boxers. "Do you want to wear my shirt?" He holds it up and I nod. I take off my dress and he watches me undress. I nervously pull his shirt over my head and put on a pair of shorts.

"Bella you're so beautiful." He says and I climb into bed with him. He pulls me into his chest and I hold on to his arm and drift off into sleep.

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My hands and feet are tied tightly to the chair. in Micheal office. I look up and see Harry, Ashton, and Micheal standing in front of me.

"Harry help me." I struggle in the chair and feel my cheeks become very wet with tears.

"Shut the fuck up Harper." He growls and holds a gun towards me and I squeeze my eyes tight.

"Bring him in." Ashton says to a man standing at the door and they push a young boy into the room.

Peter.

Peter stumbles in a falls to his knees and scream loudly.

"Please don't hurt him! Please!" I scream and cry and jolt in the chair as hard as I can. Harry walks over to him and picks him up by the collar of his shirt.

"Please Harry!" I cry and try to break free.

"This is because of you Bella." He throws Peter to the ground who sits there silently in front of me but looks up at me with his big blue eyes.

"It's okay Peter." I try to comfort him as Harry stands over him with a gun in his hand. I hear no gun shot, there's no noice. But there lies my baby brother on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood.

Bella. Bella. Bella.

I jolt awake and see Harry leaning over me.

"Get off!" I scream and scramble to get out of the bed. "Get away from me!" I scream and tears run down my face. I run out of the room and downstairs. I hear Harry coming after me but I run as fast as I can the the back door and to my surprised it's unlocked. I walk outside and drop to the floor and cry.

"Bella! What the fuck are you doing!" Harry stands at the door as I sit in the grass and cry. "Bella tell me what's wrong!" He says loudly. I can tell he's frustrated with me.

"How do you not know what's wrong! Everything is wrong Harry!" I scream and cry out. "Last night was a mistake." I cry.

"What?" He says walking towards me.

"You kidnapped me!" I scream. "If you're going to kill me...just do it!" I stand up and open my arms wide. Harry looks shock and I shock myself as I spit out these words.

"Bella i'm never going to hurt you!" He inches closer towards me and I stumble back. I point to the bandage on my arm as tears run down my face. He doesn't hesitate to come up to me and push me into his chest. He hugs me and I hesitate but lean into his embrace.

"I feel so guilty." I say as tears run down my face.

"Guilty? Why?" He asks me leaning away from me.

"Because I can't help but feel drawn to you. And if my Father knew..." I begin.

"Bella...don't think of about anyone else. There's no gangs, it can just be us." He says pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Can you promise me something." I look up at him.

"Yeah?" He gives me a strange look.

"Never let anything happen to Peter."