Only Angel || Harry Styles

I glared at him, "what the fuck do you want?" I spat.

"You," he smirked down at me, his deep voice reverberating from my head to my toes. I hated him for having an affect on me from just his voice.

Still glaring up at him I pushed at his chest. "You want me? You don't even know me. Go find some other girl to fuck because I'm definitely not fucking you," I told him, still pushing at his extremely defined chest. That pissed me off even more. How dare he be so perfect? So unfair.

Giving him the stink eye, I said, "Can you move for gods' sake!?"

He took one last hit of his cigarette before stomping it out.

"One, you're definitely not going to be fucking me sweetheart," he told me, laughing quietly. I looked at him in confusion before he leaned down and whispered into my ear, "I'll be the one fucking you."

"Two, I will gladly move out of your way but remember," he said, still whispering, "I am surely going to fuck you. Maybe not today, but I will fuck you. Rough. Just the way someone as sweet as you would like it." I looked down, frazzled from his crude words.

He put his tattooed hand around my throat and squeezed lightly. "See you later, Amara," he taunted, snapping me out of my dazed state.