Aggressive and Possessive

Chapter 13

Harry and I walked hand in hand through the shopping centre; his main focus was on his phone, so I lead the way. Thinking back to what happened less than ten minutes ago, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and extremely uncomfortable. No one had ever touched me there before, no one. But of course my first time had to be with him in a public area.

Score.

But most of all, I can't believe I enjoyed what he did. I shouldn't have let him near that reign in the first place, let alone feel disappointed when he stopped. I'm going crazy, I need to escape or I'll be stuck with him forever.

I began looking around the shops, noticing the lack of people in the mall. It's basically deserted which is strange, especially on a weekend. But it does make sense, why would you want to be in the same place as Harry Styles: the boy with no soul, the cold blooded killer, the leader of a gang. He's not exactly the type of guy you want to be around, especially with his short temper.

And yet, when we walked past some girls I recognised at school, I couldn't help but notice the daggers they sent me. They were jealous.

If they want Harry, take him. Please.

Although, it was kind of handy having Harry around while shopping. We didn't need to worry about having to wait in long lines, people weren't pushing or shoving and it was a breeze. Harry even organised to have my shopping bags delivered to the house to save us carrying them. But don't get me wrong, I'd certainly give up these 'luxuries' for my freedom.

"Are we done?" Harry asked, his green orbs still locked on his phone.

"I guess..." I mumbled as my gaze fell upon a small shop in the far corner, had to I squint so I could get a better look. It seemed to be quite old. Out the front there were two miniature carts containing worn out books, ancient records and videos; upon the windows I saw famous movies posters and a few instruments hanging on the walls inside, ranging from electric guitars to violins. My curiosity grew immediately and now, all I wanted to do was go inside and explore. "Wait, I want to check out one last place."

Harry shoved his phone into his pocket and huffed, "Fine."

I began walking towards the shop, tugging on Harry's hand while doing so. I noticed people giving me strange looks as I paced towards the store, I guess seeing the Harry Styles being hauled by a girl wasn't something they saw every day. But I was too thrilled to care. My stomached was bubbling with excitement.

I tried tugging harder on Harry's large hand, silently telling him to hurry up but he still kept the same slow pace. I began feeling irritated and tried removing my hand from his death grip, but that didn't work. Instantly his other hand snatched my free wrist, forcefully pulling me into his strong chest. He gripped my chin and roughly thrusted it upwards so I was looking into his cold, vicious eyes.

"What the fuck was that, kitten?" he barked, his voice thundering through the shopping centre, his face now mere inches from mine. I could hear the sound of high heels clicking against the tilled floor; signifying that people were now leaving in a hurry.

My eyes were wide as his hard fingers pressed harshly against my jaw. "I-I was... I just wanted to..." I tried to spit out the reason behind my actions, but when Harry looked down to me with such anger, I became paralysed, fear taking over my body. I couldn't remember what I was doing or why I thought it was a good idea.

"Wanted to what?" he sneered, his grip intensifying and I let out a small whimper. His eyebrows narrowed and he removed his hand from my jaw, still looking outraged and threatening.

"I just wanted to go into the shop," I murmured softly while looking down to my feet. I could still feel Harry's powerful gaze upon me and I had no doubt in my mind he was still furious.