Dark ~Editing Slowly~

Chapter 6

"We need to go."

Harry once again gripped my hand. We quickly neared the sweaty atmosphere of the dance floor and the empty booth at the back. I barely had time to put my jacket on before he took my hand once more. Harry now wore his blazer, pushing the sleeves up his strong forearms.

"Louis!"

Harry took no notice, but I turned to see Hayley looking worriedly at me. All I could do was mouth a sorry to her. His strength vastly overpowered mine as he tugged me towards the exit. It was difficult to keep hold of Harry's hand through the dense crows. My fingers slipping from his. I let out a small shriek as someone caught hold of my waist. This just wasn't my night. I looked up at the guy who was clearly drunk. But the taunting smile was quickly wiped off his face.

"Back off." Harry growled.

He moved to aggressively shove the guy away but I quickly stepped in. Pressing my hands agains Harry's chest in an attempt to stop him.

"Harry." I begged. "Please don't."

The image of him beating Jake was still fresh in my memory. I couldn't stand to see it happen again. His chest heavily rose and fell under my touch. I sighed in relief as he gripped my hand and continued to move through the vast amount of people. We were soon out the door and into the cool night air.

"Come on."

I looked up at Harry's face, his jaw was tense as we walked back to his car. I struggled to keep up with his pace, his longer legs taking bigger strides. A short time later I recognized the road the black vehicle was parked on. A gasp escaped my lips as I bumped into his side. Harry's abrupt stop left me confused. My fingers squeezed his left hand attempting to get his attention.

"Harry?"

He didn't reply. I diverted my vision to where he was intently staring. My eyes squinted trying to see inside the vehicle that was curiously parked directly opposite Harry's car. The thumping of my heart beat seemed to grow louder when I suddenly recognized the two guys sat in the front seats. Jake's friends. Were they waiting for Harry to return to his car?

I was swiftly tugged into a narrow short cut between two buildings. Harry's back leaned against the cold brick, my hands flew up to his chest to prevent me from falling into him. All that could be heard was our heavy breathing. I closed my eyes, relieved that we were hidden from people that intended to hurt us. It startled me when Harry's fingers brushed against my cheek. I peered up at him. His dark curls flopped over his forehead, green eyes sparkling as he stared at me. Harry was one of the most beautiful guys I had ever seen. And yet he was one of the most frightening.

"We can walk back to my flat, it's not that far." He whispered.

I nervously gulped, not saying anything in reply. He pushed himself off the wall, catching me before I stumbled back. His left hand was held out for me to hold but I shook my head. I pushed it away, back to his side, before reaching for his right hand. Harry's intense gaze stayed fixed on my movements. The knuckles were bloody. It was difficult to decide whether the dried red liquid belonged to Harry or Jake. Somehow I didn't think it mattered. My breath hitched in my throat as he closed the distance between us. My back was forced up against the opposite wall in tight space.

Harry's hand reached up, cupping my chin and tilting it to the side. His lips made contact with the spot where my jaw met my neck, sucking on the warm skin. A wet trail of kisses were left along my jaw as his fingers fell away to rest on my hips. I didn't realize my eyes were closed until they fluttered open. Harry's touch had left my face. He paused, his vision flicking down to my lips. I felt his nose brush against my cheek before he placed a lingering kiss to the skin. Harry's lips moved slightly, planting another kiss to the corner of my mouth. When he realized I wasn't going to push him away, Harry caught my lips with his. The kiss was a little more urgent than the one previously. My fingers tangled into his curls at the back of his head. Harry's hand began to wander up the inside of my thigh.