Don't Punk With My Heart (Punk Harry)

The room looked like what you would call a devil’s haven; full of half naked women, booze, pot and money. The lights had been dimmed to give a mellow and seductive aura to the entire room. The lights themselves could’ve turned a saint to a sinner, let alone all the other temptation. Claire couldn’t recognize anyone in the room and her heart began to beat fast.

Lucy’s voice broke into her thoughts, “But she’s new! She doesn’t even know her way around here, Harry.”

Claire turned slowly to find Harry giving Lucy a death glare and clenching his jaw. Her heart began pumping even faster. Wait! Why was Harry so angry at Luce? Were they in trouble for Claire getting into a fight?

She watched as Lucy shrunk back against the wall behind her and then swiftly turning to run away. Before Claire could understand what was happening, Lucy had dashed down the corridor and disappeared.

“Lucy, wait!” Just as she was about to sprint after her best friend, she was halted by a body standing in her way with a frown marred on his forehead. Her eyes met with Harry’s and she began stuttering like a total mess, “I n- need to g-go-“

“Inside the room. Get your wound looked at, first and then you can go.” His voice was like velvet and Claire felt the tiny hairs on her neck rise. It sounded so familiar. Claire turned back to look at the intimidating room he was ushering her into.

“Go find Louis and he’ll get you sorted.” Claire turned back to look at him and asked in panic,

“Wait! Aren’t you coming in with me?”

She thought she saw his lips twitch upwards before he blanked out his face off of any expression and replied in an angry voice. “I have other stuff to do other than fucking babysit you.”

He gave her one last push into the room and then slammed the door on her face. “Wai-“

She began banging on the door in panic and tried to open it, but the handle wouldn’t budge for some reason. Her hands began shaking and she turned around to find a few pair of eyes looking her up like she was fresh meat. Her instantaneous panic had drawn attention to her. The eyeliner, piercings and tattoos made these guys look even scarier than they actually were, she realized.

Claire gulped down the tears that were threatening to flow as she was suddenly reminded of the creep from the alley. This had to be the worst day of her life. If she managed not to get killed or raped tonight, she would go straight home and begin packing her bags. She watched as a few girls began giving her death glares for drawing the attention of their partners and then began grinding against those boys to get it back on themselves.

Claire would’ve laughed under normal circumstances but standing in that room, she wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She took a deep breath and began moving swiftly towards the centre of the room, making sure she didn’t bump into or face someone she’d regret seeing. All eyes fell on her and she watched people smirking at her, giving her dirty looks and stripping her naked mentally. She remembered from school how she wasn’t supposed to make eye contact with these people so she kept her eyes low and ignored the sleazy comments that some of them made.

She was feeling as though she was driving herself more and more into a trap and just as she was about to turn away, she noticed the Liam guy who had punched that poor boy after getting his shoes dirtied on. She braced herself for the worst but decided that he was her only hope. She didn’t know anybody else. Claire would just explain to him how Harry had sent her to go look for this Louis person and after getting directions, she’d scurry away, never to speak or look at him ever again.

She moved towards Liam, squeezing through a few people who refused to move even though she politely asked them to. Just as she reached him, her heart sank and soared at the same time. Zayn was sitting right next to Liam, looking bored as he scrolled through his phone while two girls were all over him. Claire felt a little disgusted by these promiscuous women but when she noticed that he was oblivious to their attentions, she felt a little better.

She found herself licking her lips to come up with something to say and just as she opened her mouth to call out his name, he looked up. He didn’t recognize her at first, she could tell from the frown and the arch of one single eyebrow. He looked her up from head to toe and recognition hit him. His frown slowly disappeared to be replaced by a flirty gleam and she watched his lips tilt lopsidedly to a smirk.

“Look who decided to join us, fellows! New girl with the fake deranged brother.”

Claire felt her cheeks turn scarlet in mortification and she realized that the room had gone quiet all of a sudden. She bit down on her lips and decided to get out of there somehow but Zayn had sat forward, resting his hands on his knees casually. “And what brings you to my humble abode, love?”

The way he called her love made her feel hot at a place way below her stomach. She was about to explain her situation when a blonde boy next to Zayn spoke up. “Wait! How’d she even get in here? Strangers aren’t allowed!”

Zayn looked at the blonde thoughtfully before looking back at Claire for an explanation. Claire opened her mouth for the second time to speak but somebody else interrupted her. It was the guy with the blue hair from the cafeteria who had grabbed her ass.

“Well, hello there, sexy! Come to find me, have you?”

Claire felt the anger rise from having been spanked and grabbed by this idiot this morning. She fumed and watched as the douche looked her up blatantly. She replied with all the loathing and sarcasm that she could muster, “Oh yeah! Cause you’re just so irresistible!”

The entire room broke out into laughter and the blue haired guy turned red. As the laughter died, his lips turned into an ugly scowl as he spoke. “There is no Harry to save your sassy little ass now, bitch. So you better watch your fucking mouth before I decide to find a better use for it!”
Zayn and the other members stood up swiftly at the mention of Harry’s name, as Claire took a step backwards. “You always have to fucking run your fat mouth, don’t you, Rick? It’s like you can’t fucking shut up!”

“Go find yourself another whore, Malik!” Claire flinched at being referred to as a prostitute. “I’m taking this one!”

“Well, you’re a little late, Bub. She’s already mine.” Zayn made a fake sympathetic face before turning back to look at Claire. She wasn’t anybody’s but she knew better than to it say that out loud.

“Is she now? I haven’t seen you claiming her yet, Malik. So, that makes her public property.”

Claire watched Zayn clench his jaw and wondered how he hadn’t claimed her when Zayn had clearly stated that she was his. The entire conversation was making her dizzy. Maybe she had gone completely crazy.

She was looking from Rick to Zayn and back at Rick. She hadn’t realized that Zayn had turned to look at her and before she could realize his intention, Zayn grabbed her head with one hand and slid his other hand across her waist. He pulled her towards him swiftly, leaning his body towards her slightly as he claimed her lips with his.

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