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Why Are You So Scared?- HARRY STYLES #DirtyImagine

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I sat in History, all the way in the back, admiring Harry. He was the badass of not only this class, but this entire school. He was basically failing every subject besides art, and when you ask him if you can see his sketch book he flinches away. No one really like him. People called him freak, goth, emo, loner, basically any thing you can think of. But I thought otherwise. I thought the way he always wore black and a black leather jacket was hot. The way his curls swept to one side and how he sometimes wore a beanie was hot. The way he had a lip ring and black tunnels and an eyebrow piercing was hot. HE IS HOT.I’m not scared of him like everyone else. I’m interested, attracted, and so curious about him. What’s his story? Why is he the way he is? Those were the questions that really bothered me. 

I was snapped out of my day dream by the sound bell ringing. I blushed slightly at my thoughts and collected the rest of my things. 

“Mr. Styles and Ms. {Y/L/N} may I speak to you for a moment?” Mr. Davis asked us. I walked over to him along with Harry. He was much taller than me. Like six inches? I guess.

“Mr. Styles, you are failing history” Mr. Davis stated the blatant obvious.

“I’m aware, and I clearly don’t give a damn.” Harry shrugged. His voice was like sex to my ears. 

“But I do. So I want you and Ms. {Y/L/N} to study together, since she is one of our brightest student” Mr. Davis grinned at us. My face got hot and Harry sighed.

“No” Harry shrugged. 

“Yes. Work out a time table and if your grades don’t improve than you both fail.” Mr. Davis warned us.

“WHAT? That is not fair? If he doesn’t want to learn, why should my grade suffer?” I asked Davis bitterly.

“Because I’m…what do you teens call us teachers?…”messed up”.” He smiled evilly and dismissed us. I stormed out of the classroom and to my locker. Harry just followed. Not saying a word. I opened my locker and put away all my books except my history one and I slammed the locker door shut with more force than I usually did. I turned to Harry and sighed. He just stared at me.

“Your place or mine?” I asked him. He shrugged. “I’ll say yours then, my mums home so yeah. Let’s go” I said to him. I walked out with Harry and he led me to his car. People shot me worried looks which I brushed off. On the outside I looked careless, but on the inside I felt like a little girl on Christmas morning. I got into his black, worn out truck which was surprisingly clean. Harry started his car and began driving, his eyes fixed on the rode. 

“I know you don’t want this.”I said to him. No answer.

“But I do. I can’t let my grade suffer. Plus…I like you.” I confessed. I was never the one to hide my feelings. Harry hit the pedal and drove faster. My heart raced, he was driving dangerously fast. He drove until we were out of town and near the lake my dad took me to when I was a little girl. Harry hit the break and we jerked forward, he was holding the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. 

“What the hell?” I muttered. Harry got out of the car and walked to the big, old oak tree and sat down at the trunk. What the hell was happening? I was scared and confused. I followed him and sat down next to him. He just stared out at the lake. I remained silent.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” Harry whispered. 

“Because…I like you. You’re mysterious and intriguing. You make me wonder.” I explained to him with a soft voice. Harry put his head down and stayed silent. His breathing got heavy and though he made no noise, I knew he was crying.

“Why are you so scared?” I asked him. He looked up at me. No tears, but just red, puffy eyes.

“Because I’m scared of you. Everyone runs the other way when they see me coming, but you run towards me. Your so different and that scares me because I’m scared of being loved. My mum loved me, but when I was seven she left me at a bus stop and said she’d be back in a minute…that minute never ended. That minute turned into hours, days, years and here I am today” Harry said as a fresh batch of tears rolled down his face. I lifted up a shaky hand and wiped his tears away.

“Just know that I’m here. I love you Harry. Can I just show you that?” I asked him.

“H-How?” Harry asked me. I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Our lips met gingerly and an indescribable feeling erupted in my body, engrossing all my senses into it. The kiss got more intimate. Harry took of his leather jacket and his t-shirt. I pulled away from the kiss to look at his tattoos that started from his wrists, going up his arms, across his chest and down his torso. I traced my fingers over the ones on his abs.

“Wow” I whispered in awe. He was truly beautiful. He looked badass, but his heart was pure. Harry lifted my chin and kissed me again. His cool lip ring feeling so delicious against my warm lips. Harry climbed on top of me and I took my blouse and bra off. Harry kissed down my neck and to my breasts, slowly licking and nibbling at each erected nipple. 

“Mmm” I moaned in absolute bliss. Harry smirked against my breasts and made his was south. He took off my denim shorts and red thong. He blew at my throbbing, wet center before slowly taking my clit in-between his lips. His lip ring contradicted against my skin making the feeling even more sensual. Harry took of his black jeans and box-briefs. He lined his penis at my vagina. 

“I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret” He said to me.

“I won’t regret this, not in this life time” I smiled. Harry smiled back at me and by god it was the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. Harry plunged into me. He went slow, trying not to hurt me too much. Every thrust was rewarded with a moan. Every moan was rewarded with a thrust where my g-spot would be hit. Harry picked up the pace a little bit and I could feel myself crumbling underneath him. 

“I’m-“

“Me too” Harry cut me off. We both groaned as we climaxed and Harry pulled out. He dressed me first and he made sure to drape his black leather jacket over my shoulders before he dressed himself. I watched him as he pulled his black v-neck shirt over his head. 

“You’re amazing {Y/N}, you know that?” Harry asked as we walked to the truck. I giggled and blushed. Before I got back in the car, Harry pinned me against it and leaned in really close. I stared into his green eyes.

“I want you to be my girl. I want to love and protect you.” He whispered and he caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Consider me all yours” I whispered back. I found my protector, my dark knight. My dark angel. 

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