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“Styles!”

Harry abruptly turned us both around, to be met with a set of light blue eyes.

“Niall,” Harry spat through gritted teeth, and I immediately knew that this was someone he didn’t want to be around.

“Fancy seeing you here,” He bent to the side to get a better look at me, “Who’s this?” He smirked slightly and I cowered back.

“This is Finn,” Harry mumbled and pushed me deeper into his side. Niall waved his hand at me and I stared blankly at him, which made him chuckle.

“Anyways,” Niall started. “Reece and the boss are here, they want to talk to you,”

“No,” Harry answered and Niall raised his eyebrows. “Mate, they want to talk to you about…you know what.” Harry glanced back at me and I scrunched my face up in confusion. Who was the boss? What stuff was Niall talking about?

“C’mon Haz, it’ll only be ten minutes,” Niall slapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder and he flinched at his touch. I swear to god, if he leaves me here by myself I’ll throw up.

“Are the girls here?” Harry asked Niall and he nodded. “Ella, Sam and Melanie are over at the booth over there,” Niall pointed behind us and I turned around. There were three girls sitting beside each other in a booth, waving to us.

“Fine,” Harry grumbled and a hand was placed on the small of my back and we were walking towards the table. “You’ll be able to stay here for a while, right?” Harry said to me as we stood in front of the girls.

“Who are they?” I whispered to Harry.

“They’re Niall, Reece and Tom’s girlfriends. Don’t worry, they’re nice and talk about all the girly shit you like,” Harry quietly laughed and I smiled.

“Hey!” a girl with dark brown hair said, she had a drink in her hand and stood up to shake mine with her other. “I’m Ella, this is Melanie, and that’s Sam,” The girls waved back and I greeted them with a smile.

“Be back soon,” Harry said and before I knew it he was gone. I slid down into the chair across from the three girls and looked around the room.

“So, what’s your name?” Ella asked.

“Finn,” I said and fiddled with the ends of my shirt.

“You Harry’s girl?” Melanie asked and my head shot up.

“Oh. No way! We just…know each other,”

Ella giggled, “He’s a bit of a handful, isn’t he?”

I sighed and rested my chin in the palm of my hand. “Tell me about it.”

Sam laughed at my response and chugged down her drink. “You must be special though, he never brings a girl here. Especially your age,”

I frown momentarily, how did she know my age?

As if she knew what I was thinking, she spoke again, “You’re fifteen, right?” I nodded my head and the other girls cooed and ‘awwed’

“Oh my goodness,” Melanie put a hand on her heart, “You’d have to be the cutest girl Harry’s ever brought to meet us,” I blushed a bright red and Sam laughed. “Don’t worry Finn; Harry hasn’t brought many girls around here,”

“Why’s that?” I question. She just shrugged, “He’s not really known for the girlfriend type, more of a one night stands type of guy, you know?”

I practically choked on my own spit at the Girlfriend part. “No!” I squeaked. “I’m not dating Harry, I don’t even like him!”

“Well he obviously likes you,” Ella laughed – again. “But he’s never liked a girl two years younger than him, he usually goes for older girls,” I scrunch my nose up in disgust and try to see if I can spot Harry anywhere, but no luck.

It hadn’t occurred to me that Harry talked to juniors, he doesn’t really talk to anyone at school, and he’s usually down near the back of the school buildings smoking.

“Do you know what they’re doing?” I look up at the three girls and they all stop what they’re doing.
“Uhm…” Melanie stumbles over her words and I look at Ella.

“To be honest, we don’t really know. We’re just the girlfriends that get dragged along,” She chuckles and I smile.

It seemed as if they did know what they were doing – but were refraining from telling me. I decided to brush it off and keep on looking around for Harry.

*

It’d been approximately an hour before Harry decided to show up and whisk me away. He’d been really rough and demanding ever since he’d come back from where ever he went. It was weird.
I was pulled onto the dance floor between sweaty bodies; the sultry, low bass of some song could be felt beneath my feet. I was grabbed by a hand and pulled back into someone’s chest. Harry’s hot breath could be felt against my neck and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Dance with me,” He spoke, his voice was deep and filled with dominance. His exact words had transported me back to when we first met. The way he demanded to be danced with, and then he was all of a sudden knocked out by Hayden.

“I don’t know how to,” I stuttered back, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I’ll show you,” He murmured in my ear and that was enough to scare the shit out of me.

Harry moved closer to me, our foreheads and noses almost touching. “Put your arms around my neck,” He said, grabbing my wrists and encircling them around his neck. He moved even closer causing our bodies to be flush against one another; the contact sending a jolt through my body, his knee parted my legs, making his crotch dangerously close to mine.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. “Move your hips,” he whispered and I ever so slowly started moving them, I gasped as his body moved against mine, the feeling was different, weird. I didn’t take my eyes off his, grinding against each other, we moved to the beat of the music, his grip tightened on my waist, heading moving to the crook of my neck as his breathing started to get heavy.

A groan emitted from his throat, seeming satisfied with what I was doing. I felt my confidence start to rise, scraping my nails on his neck, it felt good, strangely good. I still couldn’t believe I was in such a close proximity to Harry, his head moved from the crook of my neck, moving his head so his nose and lips were pressed against my cheek, lips parted, I could feel his hot breath run along my cheek. His eyes sealed closed as he relished in what looked like to be pure pleasure.

“Shit,” he moaned again and grabbed tighter onto my body. I winced as his fingertips dug into the flesh on my hips.

“Harry,” I whimpered but he didn’t listen.

“H-Harry, stop,” I pried his hands off of my hips and he looked at me with a sense of anger in his eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growled and gripped on to my arm again. I looked at his face and noticed that his eyes were blood shot, he was pale and his hands were shaking.
Something was up.

“Don’t you ever tell me to stop,” He yelled over the music and he glanced around the room.

“Fuck,” He cursed again and pulled me behind his body.

“Harry,” I asked again and he whipped his head around.

I took one look at him and that’s all it took for me to realize something.

“Harry, are you on drugs?”

His eyes widened as if he’d just been caught. His mouth dropped open and that’s when I knew my thoughts were correct.

“You’ve been snorting cocaine, haven’t you?” I asked in an unbelievable tone. I scoffed and he gulped, he let go of my arm and grasped onto my hand, finally leading me out of the dance floor and over to the booths surrounding it.

“Is it that obvious?” He asked frantically. Wow, that was a sudden change. He wiped at his nose and then sniffed; he rubbed his eyes with his palms.

“Yes, it is Harry and I want to know why you left me alone for an hour to go and snort shit that could kill you,” I hissed at him and his eyes softened.

“I’m sorry,” He quietly said and balanced himself against the chairs. For once I actually felt sorry for him. He looked like a child in the headlights, his eyes were wide and his pupils had dilated. “I-I wasn’t going to, I swear. They made me do it,”

I was getting to the point of where I wasn’t going to believe him. He could go from enraged, to demanding and then to child like all in a matter of hours. I was getting sick of it.

“I don’t know whether to trust you,” I breathed out and his face softened. He took a step forward and immediately stepped back. “You dug your fingernails in my hips, Harry,” I said in a shaky voice. “It really hurts,”

He brought his hands back to his sides and hung his head low; it’d looked like he’d given up.
I sighed and brought my thumb and forefinger to my nose and rubbed the bridge of my nose, “C’mon, I’ll take you home,” He sniffed loudly and nodded, before following me through the dance floor.

All of a sudden Harry stopped. I turned around to see what he was doing when something caught my eye.

"Why is your brother here?" Harry growled and shot daggers across the room. I spun around to see that Hayden was indeed here, and he was looking directly at us.

“Finn!"He yelled over the loud music and suddenly my started to heart beat faster. He stormed towards us but I couldn't move. My legs were firmly glued to the ground.

I was yanked by the arm in a different direction; Harry was pulling me through the crowd of people and away from Hayden. I turned my head to see Hayden physically pushing through people to get to us, but Harry was too fast and there was at least ten meters away from us.

"I'm going to kill you, Styles!"Hayden shouted again and Harry brought his arm up to flip him off, he pulled me into a hallway and pressed my back against the wall.

"Shh," He pressed a finger to my lips and pushed me into the bathroom, I quickly locked the door and stood back, only to hear and see the door banging against the frame.

"Where's my sister, you prick." Hayden said.

I could hear Harry’s laugh from behind the door, Hayden had obviously shoved him against the wood by the collar- trying to intimidate him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Summers,” another bang against the door and I jumped in shock, stepping all the way to the back of the stall.
“Fuck of, Styles. I saw her with you. Why is she here!?” Hayden voiced boomed and my hands were shaking violently. My palms were sweating and I feared for my safety.

“C’mon Hayden, let loose a little,” I could hear the smirk in Harry’s voice. The sarcastic little shit. This is why no one likes him.

“Don’t test my patience, Styles. I just want my sister to take her home,” Hayden said.

“I’ll take her home,” Harry’s voice slurred, indicating the drug was at its peak.

“You’re on something Styles,” Hayden suspected and I was considering going out there. “I don’t want you near my sister,”

There was a silence and I decided to move to the front where the door was. I rested my ear against the wood and tried to listen for anything.

It was silent again so I swallowed my fear and twisted the knob. I peered outside of the crack between the door and the wall to see that Harry and Hayden were right beside me.

Hayden must have noticed the movement and turned to look at me, he let go of Harry’s collar and turned his entire body to face me. Before I could do anything, Hayden had grabbed my arms and was touching my face.

“Did he hurt you?” He asked frantically and I rolled my eyes as he inspected my cheeks, arms and shoulders.

“I’m fine,” I mumbled and glanced over at Harry who was violently coughing and rubbing his neck. “You didn’t hurt him, did you?”

Hayden scoffed, “Doesn’t really matter to me to be honest, I’m taking you home,” He placed his arm around my shoulders and turned towards Harry. He was eyeing him off.

“As for you,” He growled and Harry rolled his eyes. “Stay away from her. I told you that before. If I find you’ve been talking to her again, I swear to God I’ll rip your lungs out,”

I scrunched my nose up in disgust at his vulgar threat. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Harry because we were walking away – not that Hayden would let me anyway – and we were pushing through the crowed and stumbling out the entrance. It was colder than I remembered and I shivered, snuggling into my jumper.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Hayden asked and I nodded.

“He didn’t hurt me,” I mumbled as we arrived at Hayden’s car.

“He snorted cocaine” Hayden said bluntly and I groan.

“Stop being so blunt with everything”

“Sorry,” He says as he starts up the car. It smells of alcohol and takeaway food – everything that Hayden is. “I just want you to know that you shouldn’t talk to him,” Hayden pulls onto the main road and it’s such a big difference; there’s traffic, people everywhere and lights. Everything that isn’t where ever The Den is.

“Fine,” I start. “I promise I won’t talk to him ever again,”

Hayden turns his head to smile at me, “Good choice sis.”

And I just hope that I can stick to this promise.

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