I walked back into my bedroom from changing my clothes in the bathroom. Harry propped himself up on his elbows as he watched me enter. The covers had fallen lower on his bare chest and I hoped to god his lower half was still clothed. I made my way over to the bed as Harry pulled the duvet back for me to slip in. It was warm, but goose bumps quickly rose on my skin as a strong arm dragged me closer to Harry's body. There were a few minutes of silence before my mind wondered back to the picture in Harry's flat. My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
"Who were the people in the photo with you?"
I felt his arm tense tightly round my waist. The subject was obviously something that touched a nerve. My body wriggled round in his hold, our faces close. Harry's curls flopped onto the pillow as we both lay on our sides. His big green eyes stared at me as I felt his warm breath fan over my skin. I was about to tell him not to worry about it, but he quietly spoke.
"My mum and my sister, Jess."
I noted that he and his sister looked nothing alike.
"They're beautiful. Do you see them often?"
He lightly shook his head, his gaze falling away from my face. I could tell something wasn't right. The hurt in his eyes, painfully clear.
"Harry." He slowly rolled his head back. "What happened?"
I patiently waited as he seemed to be divided as what to say.
Harry's POV
No-one had really asked about them before. Louis' blue eyes peered into mine as he waited for me to say something. It may have been the fact alcohol still flowed through my system, giving me the push I needed, but it surprised me when the words fell from my lips.
"M-my dad used to hit my mum." I stuttered.
I watched as his eyes filled with concern.
"I tried to stop him, but I wasn't strong enough."
My eyes squeezed closed at the painful memories. My mum urgently pushing me into my sister's room in a desperate attempt to keep him away from us. I remember sitting on the floor with Jess, my older sister's arms wrapped round me as we tried to block out the sound coming from downstairs.
"But a year later my mum kicked him out, they split up and the beating stopped. That's why I couldn't believe it when Jess started going out with a complete bastard. She used to come home with bruises up her arms and when I asked her about them she would just brush it off saying she had fallen or knocked into something...she told me she loved him."
I looked back to Louis, he had pushed his long fringe back from his face. His beautiful eyes locked on me as I continued to talk.
"Jess brought him home one night."
*Flash back*
I laid back on the sofa, aimlessly flicking through the TV channels trying to find something to watch. But the task left forgotten as I intently listened to the sound of voices in the hall. I turned the volume down attempting to distinguish what they were saying.
"For god sake, just say goodbye and let's go." He demanded.
I heard a dull thump against the wall, my feet instantly moving towards the noise. I found him pulling her towards to door, her wrists held tightly in his hands. Her face displayed pain as tears slipped from her eyes.
"You're hurting me." She whispered.
His head turned in my direction and I swiftly walked forward.
"Get off of her!" I shouted.
I roughly grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back. Jess was released, her body slumping to the floor as she rubbed her sore wrists. My hands angrily fisted his t shirt as I dragged him outside. I was bigger, stronger than when my dad was around.
"What are you gunna do, Kid?" He taunted.
I didn't think. My fist slamming into his face, again and again. I shoved him to the floor, before climbing on top of him, hitting him. Blood covered his face, making my knuckles dark red as I brought my clenched fist back again. I pictured my dad as I repeatedly brought my arm down, thinking about all the times I wished I could have hit him, the man who was supposed to love my mum.
"Harry! Stop!"
My mind didn't register the voices until my mum tried to pull me off.
"Harry, I love him. Please stop!" My sister cried.
I continued to hit him until my arm ached, my breathing erratic. I forced myself up, not being able to look at the mess of a guy on the grass. My head turned to find my mum tightly holding
my sister as she cried.
"Mum."
I started to walk towards her, but she stepped back. The hurt I felt as I recognised fear in her eyes was almost unbearable. She was scared of me.
"Please, mum." I begged.
But she shook her head, urgently taking my sister back inside the house.
*End of flash back*
I intently watched louis's face as he processed what I had told him. He hadn't moved from his position, still propped up on his elbow beside me.
"I nearly killed him in our back garden." I spoke quietly.
My vision fell to his lips which were parted but no words came out. He nervously fiddled with his fingers.
"Does that scare you?"
My heart sunk. There was no reaction from him.
"Do I scare you?"
"No." He didn't hesitate to answer.
I felt his grip my right hand. My fingers curled up in a fist before he gently pried them open.
"I just wanted to protect her, keep them both safe." I paused. My body leaned slightly closer into his. "I want to keep you safe." I whispered.
As I withdrew I noticed his eyes had closed. He opened them again as he slowly brought my hand up to his mouth. His soft, warm lips delicately kissed over my knuckles as he held my eye
contact. I allowed him to nudge my shoulder so I was laid on my back. His body hesitantly moved so he straddled my waist. His small hands roamed my chest before dipping his head,
sprinkling kisses over my skin. I noticed himjump slightly as I rested my hands on his hips. But he continued his actions as my thumbs rubbed small circles into the warm skin below his T-shirt. I couldn't remember the last time someone had been this gentle and tentative with me. Normally it was rough, finger nails and teeth leaving marks over each other's skin. But it was almost as if Louis wanted to kiss away the painful reminders and make me forget.
Louis surprised me when he found a sensitive spot on the right side at the base of my neck. My throat released a deep moan. He instantly pulled back; wide eyes connecting with mine. I observed him as he cautiously leaned down again. I tilted my head a little to the side to allow him more access. My mouth parted, eyes squeezing closed as his warm lips touched over the skin as he gently sucked.
A short while later he withdrew. But not before he planted a soft kiss to my injured lips. His hands hesitantly travelled up to my hair, carefully twisting a curl round his finger. A low hum released from my lips as he combed his other hand through my hair. The muscles in my body had gradually relaxed with the delicate touches Louis had given me. I felt his eyelashes tickle my skin as he placed another kiss on my cheek before he lay down beside me.
"Lou."
My hand caught hold of his forearm, pulling him into me. His head rested on my chest as I snaked an arm protectively round his back. He didn't object. I liked the way he felt against my body.
"I understand." He quietly spoke into my skin.
~~
I jolted awake, to the sound of thunder. Bright flashing illuminating the window that had a thin layer of curtain fabric drawn over it. My sudden movement caused something to stir beneath me. Harry. I sighed, relief washing over me, glad to have been woken from the awful dream. The earlier events of the evening replaying in my uneasy mind as I slept.
My body relaxed, reassured of the fact he wasn't laid motionless in the dark alley, like he had been in my nightmare. I found myself in awe as the angry weather outside continued to provide striking flashes of light. Harry's beautiful face illuminated for seconds at a time before the room was plunged into gloom again.Even in the dim light I could see his curls that were sprawled out on the pillow. Long eyelashes rested on the top of his cheeks. My eyes fell to his lips, the bottom one slightly swollen from the beating he had received. It was the most tranquil state I had ever seen him in. He was still apart from the steady movement of his chest and the occasional twitch of his fingers.
My mind wondered back to what he had told me before we fell asleep. My heart ached with the obviously painful memories of his mum and sister. My fingers curiously touched over the warm skin on his stomach that had been revealed by the fallen covers. The touch travelled lightly up his chest, trailing up his neck. My fingertips ghosted over his lips before pushing back some of the curls from his forehead. He was trying to protect them. His mum's reaction had torn him up inside, he was desperate to keep them safe, but his violent actions had frightened rather than reassured the women in his life. I could tell Harry couldn't bear to go through another experience like the one he witnessed with his mum and dad. That's why he lashed out at his sister's lover.
I didn't want to justify the violent behaviour he displayed now, but I could certainly understand it. I began to believe Harry's actions towards me weren't something I should be scared of. But he still held that certain intimidating edge. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Harry shot up, the loud weather yanking him from sleep. His hands instantly finding mine, pulling me to his body as he breathed heavily.
"Harry, it's just thunder." I whispered, attempting to calm him down.
His arms protectively wrapped round my body. My fingers moved in soothing circles across his bare skin as I gradually felt his muscles relax.
***
I squinted slightly at the bright light peeking through the edges of the curtains. Harry was still asleep, mouth slightly agape as his chest rose and fell. I gently pried his strong arms from round my body, shuffling out of the bed. Harry rolled onto his front, face pressed to the pillow as he lightly snored. My hands quietly rooted through my drawers, pulling out clothes for me to change into after my shower. My head turned, eyes locking on the still sleeping figure in my bed before I shut the door to the bathroom. I washed and changed quickly. I checked my appearance in the refection of the mirror, pushing my fingers through my wet hair. My fingers gripped the handle to the door, but disappointment grew as my eyes landed on the bed. The sheets were a mess on the mattress.
Harry nowhere in sight. He'd left.
I sat on the end of the bed, my body flopping back onto the duvet. A few minutes passed before my phone buzzed. I scrabbled over to my bag that I had left by the door, pulling out my phone and unlocking it.
Harry: "Be ready by 9 tomorrow night, I'm taking you out again. Wear those black skinny jeans for me. x"
*Next Evening*
Harry had taken me to a different club, one further across town. Yet again he seemed to be a regular, the large bouncer recognising him and letting us enter before the frustrated queuing people outside. A strong arm was slung round my shoulder, tugging me closer to his body.
"Your arse looks amazing in those jeans." He lowly whispered into my ear.
I knew he had been checking me out. The walk to the club had been full of lingering glances and attempts to squeeze my bum. He would laugh as I yanked his hand away from my backside, only to drop a suggestive comment a few minutes later. I looked up to him, Harry's eyes loitering on my body before he met my gaze. He smirked before leading me over to the bar, where he was quickly served by a busty blonde. She shamelessly tried to flirt with him, only to be shot down. Either Harry hadn't noticed her attempts to get his attention or he was ignoring her. Regardless of which, his interest stuck to me. Something I found a little surprising seen as the barmaid was very pretty. The drink was handed to me, the alcohol running down my throat and relaxing my tense posture. Harry's position changed after the second glass I had consumed within the hour. His large hand grazed down my back, resting just above my backside as he forced my body into his. I whimpered at his persuasive actions. His head dipped, nipping at my neck, his scent taking over my senses. I was lost in his touch until his plump lips found my ear, his raspy voice adding to the seduction.
"Dance for me."
He drew back, looking down confirm that I understood what he desired of me. When I didn't respond he flicked his head over to the dance floor. Numerous bodies were moving and grinding to the thumping music. His hand encouraged me over to the spot he focused on. Harry's warm touch left my lower back as I walked over. If it wasn't for the 2 drinks I had consumed I might have objected to the idea. I turned round to find him sat up on a stool, directly in front of me. His dark gaze held mine as he leaned his elbows back onto the bar, waiting for me to comply to his request.
I had danced at clubs before, but never for someone. My body hesitantly moved, not quite sure of what Harry was expecting. My mind jumbled but I decided it was best to just let go. Move however my body wanted to. My hips swayed to the heavy bass, feeling it thump through my chest. The alcohol in my blood stream aiding in my movements. My gaze fell back on Harry. His eyes seemed to grow darker as he drank in my body, scanning up and down. A smirk crossed his beautiful features as my hands slid down my body.
My mind became aware of other peoples gazes, watching as I moved my hips. But none of them made any attempt to approach me. They knew I was Harry's. I had never had this sort of attention before, but I carried on dancing. My only focus was on the curly-haired guy sat up at the bar. He brought his drink up to his plump lips as he stared at me over the rim. My head rolled back. I felt like we were the only two people in the club. I smiled as Harry shifted on his seat. His feet touched the floor as he pushed himself up. His towering figure promptly strolling forward to me. I watched his smirk grow as I moved back. My stomach flipped when he gave me a playful look, winking.
Swiftly I turned, weaving through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. I twisted my head round to find Harry following me. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth, teasing him. A small giggle escaped my mouth as his eyes grew impossibly darker. His movements became a little more forceful, nudging people out the way to continue our mischievous chase. My gaze flickered back every now and then, already knowing I had him hooked. A few eyes landed on Harry's tall frame, but he didn't care. His focus was solely on me.
I found myself nearing the corner of the dark club. But I didn't have time to turn around as a pair of large hands caught hold of my hips from behind.
"Where are you going, Love?" His raspy voice whispered into my ear.
The heavy, slow base thumped around us. Harry's strong arm snaked round my waist, his right hand staying on my hip. Plump lips pressed to my neck as we moved to the music. I gasped as Harry forced my hips back, my backside pressed firmly to his crotch.
"Can you feel that?"
I tensed, my breathing increased, a hard bulge pressing into me.
"That's how much I want you." He whispered lowly in my ear.
His raspy tone sent shivers through my body. My head rolled back onto his shoulder as he ground his hips into me, my eyes squeezing closed at the contact.
"Harry." I gasped.
Small whimpers left my lips as I felt his chest vibrate in a low moan. His nose brushed the skin of my neck. Full lips leaving a wet trail of kisses.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
My hand went up, gripping the back of his neck. My fingertips pressed into the warm skin as he nibbled on my ear lobe.
"Tell me." Harry encouraged.
My free hand desperately fisted his t shirt behind me.
"Touch me, please."
"With pleasure." He smirked.
His hot touch skimmed down my side, lingering to rub small circles into my hip before moving lower. Harry's actions went unnoticed by the others in the club. His larger frame shielding my
body as our backs faced the rest of the room. The darker corner concealed our movements to the young people who were more interested in the person they were dancing with. My breath
caught in my throat as a large hand ran up the inside of my thigh.. My lips parted as his fingertips skimmed over my crotch. I could feel myself harden, my jeans becoming painfully tight. It surprised me when the pressure of his touch increased, my thighs squeezing together. Harry's deep chuckle sounded in my ear as I felt the vibrations run through his chest behind me. I knew Harry could feel how much I wanted him, you cant exactly hide much in these jeans.
I gasped when he went to undo the button of my jeans. But I stopped him, my fingers wrapping round his wrist.
"Not here, please." I begged
In an instant Harry grabbed my hand, tugging me over to the exit.