Forced To Date -Harry Styles-

Forced To Date -Harry Styles-

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"We have decided to make the two of you date" My mother's said pointing to Harry then back to me. My eyes widened at what she had to say. She had a smile on her face, one that I wanted to wipe off her face. I looked to Anne who was agreeing with my mother. I can't even look at Harry. I can't describe how much I dislike him. "You can't choose who I date" I snapped at my mother finally having the courage to stand up to her. Anger flashed across her eyes. "I do have the choice of who you date and I choose Harry. Im not going to let you go and date someone like your father" She replied back at me. "Just because your love life didn't work out, doesn't mean mine won't" She pulled me by the wrist and into the kitchen. "You will date him, got it?" She said fiercely. "Whatever" I snapped walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Who the hell does she think she is? Oh wait, My Mother. And that is how 18 year old Ashley Underwood started having a relationship with the famous Harry Styles.
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“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone. KNOCKOUT IS OUT NOW!!!

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