azail:
The night, like any other night had eventually come to an end.
It was already 3am when Harry dragged me to the parking lot still holding my hand, I don't remember a single second in the whole night that he had let go of my hand.
" You know you can let go of my hand now " I pointed out as we headed towards his car.
" I know but I don't want to " he shrugs
" Why is that " I ask.
" You know, just in case someone saw us " he turns to wink at me.
Though I find his reasoning all the more reasonable I argue further " I'm just concerned for you "
" Concerned for me? " He furrows his brows.
" Yeah, you might fall in love with me and it would suck when I'd eventually have to leave you " I explain and he chuckles humorously.
" Yeah definitely that's the biggest of my concerns right now "
I smile to myself, looking down as we approach his car and when I lift my head I'm startled by the figure lent against it smoking what seems to be a cigarette.
As I take a better look at him, I recognize him to be the man from a few weeks ago– the one that was about to slap me across the face if Harry didn't stop him.
If I'm not mistaken– Davis.
Just looking at his ugly face is enough to trigger me, so I turn to Harry whose expression is completely unrecognizable right now as it turned into a very dark and scary one.
It's like the expression he wore when he was dealing with that man– just very exotic and stoic.
" Look now who we have here " he smirks showing an ugly golden tooth " the little brat who was causing us trouble yesterday " he takes a step towards us and I instinctively seek shelter behind Harry as I feel my heartbeat quickening in apprehension.
" I wouldn't take any step further if I were you Davis " Harry warns sharply.
" Come on Styles, you're not going to be protecting her again right now, that bitch needs to be taught a lesson on snooping around." His disgusting tone made a chill run down my spine.
" Davis " Harry snaps sharply causing me to flinch uncontrollably " watch your fucking words when you're talking about my girlfriend, or in fact someone like you shouldn't even be talking about someone like her at all. "
" Did you just say girlfriend " Davis's tone completely shifts
" Are you fucking deaf or what? "
" I-I didn't know " he struts
" Now you fucking do so get the fuck out of my way before I do something you wouldn't like " Harry says, in a curt loud and angry tone.
Without any other word, Davis stepped away from the car and Harry started tugging me towards it as I'm still behind him, he opens the car door for me and I enter it.
He lets go of my hand for the first time in hours then he goes to stride over to the driver's side.
When I turned to the window I caught a glimpse of Davis's expression and it's horrifyingly familiar to say the least.
He clenched his jaw as he glared at me with a vicious expression and my breathing became more rapid as I gulped sharply.
" Let's get out of here, quickly please " I turn to Harry who's sitting on the driver's side now, with a pleading look on my face.
His brows crease as he senses the discomfort and apprehension in my tone. He nods reviving the engine and starts driving quickly out of the parking lot.
I was holding up my hands with my face in them as I tried to regain my composure but it's useless; panic began to flood rapidly through my veins, my heart was pounding in my ears as I began to sweat excessively and my clothes felt too tight like I was held captive in them.
I couldn't hold it in any longer as I started loudly gasping for air which seemed to catch Harry's attention because once he saw the state I was in he immediately parked the car on the side of the road.
" Chérie– Azail...fuck, w-what's going on? " His tone sounded so concerned as he pushed my hair away from my face.
With a hand on my throat I I made an effort to regulate my breathing as best I could.
But the air felt too thick to breathe, it was suffocating me even more.
" Please no...not now at least " I plead under my breath.
My skin was wet with the amount of sweat coaxing it, so when Harry pulled down the windows I felt shivers running down my spine and goosebumps breaking all over my body.
But I still was barely able to catch a breath and the next thing I knew was Harry shoving an opened bottle of water in front of my face.
" I don't know what to do– fuck " he curses " drink this it might help " he said and I took the bottle from him with trembling hands spilling a generous amount of water on my clothes.
" It'll be okay darling... you'll be alright...I'm here for you " he pulled my hair away from my face, holding it so I can drink.
With shaky hands it wasn't possible for me to drink without tipping the bottle's contents onto myself and when I pulled the bottle away handling it to Harry, I gasped so loudly as if I was drowning underwater.
" Come here " harry whispers, pulling me holding my hands gently and pulling me to sit onto his lap in the driver's side.
I instinctively wrap my arms around him and bury my face in the crook of his neck as tears started rolling down my cheeks.
" I'm here love, I'll always be. " He unknowingly says in a soothing voice the words I desperately needed to hear.
" Shhhhh darling, I'm here " he repeats as he places a soft kiss on my forehead, tugging a lock of my hair behind my ear.
I sat there for what feels like forever just curled up in Harry's lap with my head still buried in the crook of his neck, I stopped crying a while ago and now I'm trying to convince myself to get up and go back to the passenger seat.
Every time I open my mouth to announce it to him, my body and mind betray me.
I do want to get up I really do but his lap is too comfortable, he just smells so good and I just can't explain it but he makes me feel better overall, it's like whenever he holds all of my problems fade and I have no care in the world but the time that's ticking by, limiting my time in his arms.
We were just sitting in silence for so long and with anyone else in the world the tension would be too unbearably thick you could cut it with a knife, not with Harry though, our silence is beyond comfortable it's like his lips don't even need to make a sound, his hands alone running rhythmically up and down my arm is all I need to feel a whole lot better.
" Are you feeling any better? " He questions, breaking the silence and I'm brought back to reality.
" Yes...hmm, I should probably get up " I go to slide to the passenger seat but he immediately places a hand on my waist stopping me " No– stay. "
I just stare at him confused about why he might want me to stay so reads my expressions, explaining " I don't mind if you stay– I love it actually... I mean I just want you to feel better " he fumbles with his words.
A timid smile flickers across my face as I lean back and rest my head on top of his habitually.
" Aren't you gonna what was that? "
" Would you want me to ask? " he answered with a question and I shook my head that rested on top of his.
" Then I won't ask " I breathe a sign of relief.
" Harry "
" I'm listening sweetheart "
" Thank you " I say pulling back to look into his eyes and he smiles a genuine, radiant and beautiful smile then he brings his hand up and gently rests my head back on against his.
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A/n: might be my last chapter for a while until I regain my motivation :/
– chérie