The Island (Harry Styles Fan-fiction)

"What can I do?" Harry asked, my hand still in his.

"N-nothing really." I stumbled as he brought my wrist to his lips. His kisses were sweet and gentle as he worked his way from my wrist to just below my elbow. I saw Harry smirk before I closed my eyes. He let go of my wrist and I shivered as he brushed my sides gently.

I was uncontrollably drawn to him, I couldn't help but sigh as I felt the familiar plump lips on my neck. My eyes remained closed as I was tugged to his hard chest and I was forced to rest my hands against the swirls of ink. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and his hands began to roam my lower back. I could barely focus on anything else as lips sucked and nibbled just under my jaw. The crashing waves were gone, the birds had stopped, and all I could hear was Harry's irregular breathing next to my own. I felt my heart pound furiously in my chest and wondered if his did the same.

I trembled in his arms as he continued the assault on my neck. I could feel my skin was flush from the attention it received. He cradled me and began to explore my backside; it wasn't long before his fingers skimmed my right hip and I flinched. Harry slowly began to lift the bottom of the tank top up and I immediately pushed his hand away.

It took everything in me to step back from Harry's secure hold. His lips, his scent, his physique, it was all so tempting. I can't do this though... Panic struck through me as I thought of Jake and what his face would look like if he found out what I just let Harry do to me.

Harry watched as I nervously ran a hand through my hair that trailed down to my shoulders. His eyes stared at my neck and I lifted my hand to it to feel the tender skin.

"This can't happen." I said as Harry smiled wickedly.

"We should get back."

They start in a group but The Island picks them off one by one. Things aren't as they seem and no one knows who to trust. It soon becomes clear who will survive versus those who are too weak to face The Island.