Billie Jean [h.s]

30

"Harry I'm sorry." I whine a bit as we walk, him practically dragging me towards the skating ring as I start to hear the blasting music coming from inside.

Harry said not a word as I follow along, his hand clenching my noodle arm.

I know I rolled my eyes, but I didn't know it was a big deal to him.

Once reaching the door he let loose of my arm. " Go inside." he directs and being the naive girl I was I nodded.

He quickly back hands my ass making it sting a bit, jumping in shock." You're moving too slow."

I pout my lips pulling the door open quicker than quick sand.

How can such a sweet boy have such a dark edge to him. That's impossible until Harry, I suppose.

I rubbed my sweaty hands across my skirt regretting the chose of clothing, Harry seems to be enjoying my exposed skin.

We were both submerged in music seeing kids skating through the rink. Harry steps in front of me taking the led.

"Follow me." Harry utters footing down the rink going towards a brown wooden door.

"Where are we going?" I murmur softly taking baby steps after him.

He flips his body around to glare at me with such devotion. " Came to see my father, but I gotta handle you first."

I froze in my keds gazing up at him pouting my lips eyeing him for mercy for whatever handle me means.

"Bunny, don't do that." he growls shaking his head at me.

"Do what Harry?" I mutter sighing in question.

"Give me those sad eyes. Just two seconds ago you were rolling them at me." He exclaims. "Now follow me." he swiftly turns back around towards the door and swing it open.

I shyly follow one foot at a time as he strides down the hall that held many doors. He stops at one that read 'office' and popped his head inside.

I waited for a moment looking back at the wooden door that has finally shut thinking about running off.

" Come on." he calls to me pulling the door open more as my waddling feet followed him.

Even when he was angry his green comforting eyes sent me strikes of happiness from a distance. I hated that his pink cotton lips sang to me to kiss them and even though he was angry I wanted him to kiss on me. I missed him so much. Just wanted to be under him for as long as I can until we have to run off into our individual lives.

Once walking passed him into the room, he slid in shutting the door behind him.

The room was wooden made. The walls and the flooring. A wooden closet door on our left. A large oak desk in the middle with a huge portrait of a man who resembled Harry in a way. His suit crisp black with a red tie. It was more painted than a real photograph.

My eyes widen at the sign reading Styles placed on the desk.

We're in his father's office.

I flipped around to Harry only for him grip my neck and in shock I gasped.

I grabbed the arm that snatched my neck looking up at his face. His eyes gazing at my lips hungrily.

"So pretty." was the only words he uttered. " But you don't listen at all."

I started to relax a bit realizing the grip around my neck wasn't getting tighter, only he'd squeeze his thumb a bit on the side of my neck, keeping me alerted of him.