Menace (Harry Styles Dark Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven - "I swear I can make your life hell".

“I don’t want to go with you.” I maintained, Harry’s body towering over mine, causing me to arch my back as it pressed against the cool window panes.

“I know that love, but sooner or later you’re going to have to stop resisting me, so why not now?”

“Because you’re horrible to me, you lower my self-esteem even more than it already is, you take me out against my will and then you break into my brother’s house. And above all, neither you nor Oliver will tell me what this bloody secret is about!” I stressed, not breaking eye contact with him, I wanted him to see how mad I was at him. However, no matter how mad I could be at him, there was something in the back of my mind that was thankful for all this attention I was receiving from him. I wouldn’t say I was flattered, but I had grown accustomed to his strange possessive and not so gentlemen like ways.

“You should never let anything ever lower your self-esteem, you’re pretty hot yourself babe,” He complimented, letting his hand rest on the curve in my back, his fingers teasing the material that separated him from my bare skin. “Secondly, it’s not breaking in if I’m retrieving something that is rightfully mine from inside.”

I took a minute to work out what he meant, until it clicked.

“I am not your possession, I never will be and I don’t want to be. And of course it is still breaking in, we don’t want you here you stuck-up arsehole!” I retorted, right up until he dragged me back down again.

“You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours love, I don’t like it when your spew out trash talk about me.”

“Then don’t give me a reason to trash talk you.” I remarked, waiting for a slap or something, but it never came. Instead, Harry looked stumped. Having no way to answer me, I mentally praised myself for winning this mini battle we were having.

“C’mon, we’ve already wasted enough time. Get dressed and we’re going.” No emotion showed on his face, his blank expression not faltering once.

“Did you just hear our previous conversation? I’m not going anywhere.” I exaggerated, slowing my words down to make myself clear.

“I suggest you shut your mouth before I make you agree – the hard way.”

“Wait, this wasn’t the hard way?” I laughed, not believing this guy.

“No way sweet heart, the hard way is something you could not even imagine.” He paused, leaning in closer to me, bringing his other hand to grasp my other hip. “You don’t even want to joke about going there, because I swear I can make your life hell, just keep running that mouth you’ve got and we’ll get there pretty soon.”

I shuddered, clenching my eyes shut as an escape. I could hardly believe that right now I was being tormented by Harry in my brother’s spare room on a Sunday afternoon. Thank goodness I had lectures tomorrow; I could go back and stay with my parent’s. I noticed that the banging fists on the other side of the door had subsided by now, and there were no sounds other than my breathing and Harry’s which was fanning over my neck.

“Don’t do this love. Don’t keep resisting just to piss me off.” He pleaded, well it sounded like a plea to me anyway. I sighed in defeat, shoving him back with my hand on his chest and grabbing another set of spare clothes that I kept at Oliver’s house.

“I need to get changed then.” I mumbled lowly, not feeling good about myself since I had given in to him.

“Ooh, can I watch?” He winked, and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re a sick man Styles, get the fuck out. I’ll meet you by the car.”

“Alright then, don’t make me wait any more than I’ve already had to.”

Just as he was leaving, I saw an opportunity and seized it.

“One condition.” I spoke up, making him half-turn his back, still not facing me completely. “You tell me whatever this secret you and Oliver are keeping from me, and I’ll come with you.”

Expecting him to turn around, throw me against a wall and tell me I was completely bonkers for even suggesting that, I was proven wrong.

With a simple “We’ll see.” He left the room, shutting the door behind himself, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the lingering smell of his cologne in the room.

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