The voice caught me entirely off guard. I was quickly turning around, my eyes wide with how close he was to my body. At first, I was totally fine, but I stumbled back slightly and managed to land on my ass. Everything in me was burning with embarrassment, and I felt sick to my stomach at the idea that he had, indeed, found where I was. He held his hands out to me and I just glared up at him, not trusting the rude man that was in front of me.
"Amato, I'm just trying to help."
With my actual name, I still was hesitant. It was obvious that he knew I didn't like his little pet name, especially not after I had learned the true meaning behind it. Looking over his hands, I noticed that he had several rings on, the idea of that kind of intimidating to me for some odd reason. I had seen men with rings on before, but for some reason they just radiated a sense of power and dominance that a man without rings on couldn't achieve.
"I'm trying to help you up."
Hesitantly placing my hands in his, he pulled me up gently. Once I was standing on my feet, he let go of my hands, green eyes staring down at me. They were dark, and I felt as if I wasn't even supposed to be in his presence. Then again, he had been the one that came looking for me. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I went to walk away when he grabbed my wrist, the man keeping me there.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
"I'm not staying witha dick like youuu," I told him, shaking my head.
"Mi piacerebbe infilare il mio cazzo in te," he stated lowly. (I'd like to put my dick in you.)
Almost instantly, my hands were covering his mouth, his eyes lighter. I felt a smile against my palm, and while I hadn't planned on touching him in any way, my immediate reaction was to cover his lips the moment that the other language left his mouth. My brain was far too gone for me to listen to him speak Italian, and so I told him just that.
"No, no, noooo," I complained. "No Italian. Not allowed here. No. Ita hurtsa mya heada."
He chuckled against my hands, his own fingers wrapping around my wrists. I watched as he pulled them away from his mouth, green eyes still a lighter color than they had been to begin with. We were both kind of quiet, and I felt scared and anxious about the idea of what he could possibly say to me.
"What will you do if I don't speak Italian?"
"Um, hmm," I started, shrugging. "I'll make you sucha big cake. Like, giant!"
"Preferirei molto che tu succhi il mio cazzo." (I'd much rather you suck my dick.)
"Noooo!" I whined, cupping his cheeks and shaking my head. "No more, no more, no more, Harry. Nooone."
He just laughed, his hands resting on top of mine. We stood there for a while, and I could tell that I was definitely drunk if I was letting the rudest man I knew hold me close to him. Or, rather, I was staying close to him. It was my choice, and for some reason, I didn't mind him as much as normal, even if I had tried to run away from him.
"You're too drunk to stay here. Let's get you home."
He asked me to my phone out of my purse, leaving me to do just that. I didn't understand what he was doing, the man in front of me asking me to open it for him. Shaking my head no, I didn't like the idea of Harry going through the device, however, he took it from me, taking my thumb, and placing it on the home button to unlock it.
"Rude! That is so rude!" I whined.
"It's not rude, it was smart."
Groaning, I tried to get it back from him, but he just held me off with his arm. Trying to fight back, it definitely wasn't working, Harry clearly the winner in this fight but I definitely wanted to try my best. It was maybe five minutes of him having my phone before he slipped it into my bag, the man in front of me clearing his throat before speaking.
"Alright, let's go."
"No, my friends are—"
"I just texted them from your phone, and you're going to let me take you home."
"I don't wanna go."
"You don't have much of a choice, neonata," he told me, his voice not as light, but switching to a darker tone. "Now, either you choose to walk, or I carry you."
Crossing my arms over my chest, I said that I didn't want to leave. He stared at me for a solid five seconds before crouching slightly, hooking his arms around my mid-section, and then throwing me over his shoulder. I scoffed, asking him to put me down, but he refused. Harry began walking, and I felt his hand pull down my skirt, my body thrashing slightly in his hold.
"Quit it," he told me. "Stop it. Stop."
I didn't listen, Harry setting me down once we were outside. There was still a line of people to get in, and we waited by the curb. I adjusted my skirt, the man beside me glancing at his phone before slipping it back into his pants. I didn't want him to take me home, so I found myself making a quick move to go around him, Harry throwing his arm out, and pulling me against him.
"Good try, but no."
"You're not fair!"
"I don't care what I am, you are way too drunk to be in there and you have work tomorrow."
I continued to act annoyed, not wanting him of all people to take me home. A black SUV was pulling up about five minutes later, a man coming around to open the door. I just stared up at Harry, his eyebrows raised at me while mine were raised back at him.
"Get in," he told me.
My eyes glanced from him to the open door, then back to him. I also looked back at the club, wondering if I could somehow book it, but a part of me felt like it was impossible to escape the man beside me. Not only was he fast, but he was good at finding me, and much more sober than I was currently.
"You're going to murder me," I stated.
"Yeah. You're right. Make it easier for me and get in."
"Noooo! I don't want to be—"
"Fuck," he muttered, picking me up and climbing into the car with me.
I watched as the driver shut the door, walking around the vehicle to get back into the car. He then buckled himself, the man in the front beginning to head toward, maybe my home, as soon as we were in. Harry looked over at me, and I realized that I was lying on the seat beside him, one of my legs on the seat, while the other hung off onto the floor of the car.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked.
"No."
"C'mere."
"No."
"Amato," he murmured. "It's not a request."
"Then why are you talking so quietly?" I smiled.
"Get the fuck up," he quickly stated, his voice now holding a slight edge to it. "Come here, now."
Shifting up quickly, I set both of my feet on the floor, Harry brushing my hair out of my face. I didn't comprehend what was happening as of right now, but I groaned when we hit stop and go traffic. At first, it was fine, but then I quickly became ill-feeling, my arms wrapping around his waist while I rested my head against him.
"'M car sick."
"Trey?"
"Yes, Mr. Styles?"
"How much farther?"
There was silence for a couple of moments before the man driving responded. "Only about six blocks, sir."
"Great, we're getting out."
"Sir, there's traffic over—"
"Trey, do not disrespect me."
"I'm not, sir, I just would rather you be careful."
Before there was any more chit chat, Harry opened the door, getting out of the car, and then pulling me out with him. He made sure I had my purse before shutting the door, the honking of the vehicles around us louder than anticipated. I groaned, Harry and I jogging—or, I was more so dragged—past two lanes of standstill traffic. It was eleven, so I didn't understand why there was so much backup, but I brushed it off, surprised when hands cupped the backs of my thighs. Harry got my legs to wrap around his waist, my arms falling lazily around his neck as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"You taking me home?" I asked.
"I am, yes."
"Thought you were rude?"
"I am."
"But you're being nice."
"I am."
Not wanting to pick apart the reasons behind what he was doing, I cuddled into the crook of his neck, shutting my eyes, and wondering why I thought getting this wasted was a good idea. After all, it wasn't like I was gaining anything, plus, I had work in the morning. The walk there felt long, and I knew it was because of the loud horns, and the fact that I just wanted to be in my bed. Harry never spoke to me, and I was thankful for that, not knowing what I would have talked to him about anyway.
"Is your building 1438?" he asked.
"Mm, no. 1468."
"Oh, shit, the next one."
He walked a little further, stopping in front of the next building, before walking inside. I shivered, the cool air leaving my body freezing cold. Harry continued to hold onto me, the man letting go of one of my legs before coming back. He asked what floor I was on, so I told him, keeping my head hidden against his neck. Once we had made it to my floor, he went to my apartment, asking for my key. I groaned softly, pulling back from him, and glancing in my purse. Getting the set of keys out, I tried to insert the key but was failing miserably. Harry took it from me, easily unlocking the top and bottom lock before we went inside. He shut it behind us carefully, locking the door and then turning on the light. Hiding my face in the crook of his neck again, I tried to stay in the darkness, guiding him to my room by telling him where to go. Once he had made it, I pulled back, double-checking that it was in fact mine. There were clothes on the floor, and I was a little embarrassed, but I was also too drunk to want to do anything about them. Harry set me down, allowing me to turn on the fairy lights, and shut off the bright ones that he had turned on originally.
"Thank you, goodbye," I murmured.
"Not so fast," he said. "Let's get you changed."
"I can do it myself."
"Neonata," he stated, the edge to his voice coming back more. "I'm sure those boots are difficult to get off."
Sitting down on my bed, I tried to unzip them, but then couldn't manage them all the way down without nearly falling off the bed. Harry was quick to kneel in front of me, the man unzipping them and then easily taking them off. I had long socks on, my cheeks burning as Harry glanced up at me.
"Where are your pajamas?"
"I can dothe rest."
"Amato."
"Don't do that," I complained, watching as he stood up.
"We're getting you dressed, and that is final."
Before I could say anything else, he was opening my drawers, taking out a pair of shorts, and then finding a T-shirt in another drawer. I watched as he set the clothes on the bed beside me, his hands grabbing mine as he pulled me up.
"Clothes off."
"No," I shook my head.
"It's not a request. You're not sleeping in this outfit, neonata. I'm just trying to help."
"No help," I shook my head. "Outside."
He rolled his eyes but surprisingly went out into the hallway. The door had been shut, and I found myself easily taking off my skirt. My fingers grasped my shorts, and I tugged the material up my legs carefully, stumbling slightly, but catching myself on the bed. It was followed by attempting to get my shirt off, but the sleeves weren't very easy, and I started freaking out because I caught the material on one of my earrings.
"Harry! Harry!"
The door was opened quickly, and I started whining about my earring being stuck on the fabric. He asked which ear, and I pointed to my right, feeling him try to fix the issue. Once he unstuck the fabric, he helped me take the shirt off, grabbing my T-shirt, and tugging it over my head swiftly. I looked up at him, sticking my arms through the holes before he brushed my hair back, smiling down at me.
"Do you always get stuck, neonata?"
"N-No," I mumbled. "I gotta go wash my face. You stay right—look, right here," I told him, patting my mattress.
He nodded, sitting down. It was the first time he had listened to me, but I was still too tipsy to really appreciate it. Plus, that was probably the reason he was even listening to me. It took maybe twice as long to wash my face as normal, my image slightly distorted in the reflection. I couldn't even fully concentrate, but I hoped that after washing my face, and drying it, there was no more makeup. After that, I used the toilet, washing my hands when I was done. Heading back to my room, Harry was sitting on my bed, the man quickly standing up when he noticed me.
"Earrings," he reminded me.
"Oh, yeah."
Taking them out, I set them both of my dresser, climbing into my bed happily. It didn't take long to tug the covers over my body, I felt chilly, my body cuddling up with the multiple blankets I had on my bed. However, I was surprised when the bed dipped, a hand resting on my arm.
"Are you going to be okay by yourself?"
"I'm just sleepyyyy, and cold, but I think so."
"Are you sure, neonata?" he asked. "Here, let me—"
Before I could really understand what he was doing, he was getting under the covers with me, his body several degrees warmer than I was. Shivering, I turned over, curling up into him easily. His button-down was a gentle material, and while normally I would have thought that they should have been taken off, this one felt very good against my skin. His dress pants were nice as the brushed against my legs, and I realized then what money felt like.
"Your shirt is so niiice."
"I know. It's very expensive, so it better be nice."
"Are you going to be rude to me again?" I questioned softly, my fingers resting on his hip carefully.
"We'll see."
"I called you a dick and you didn't care."
"I know," he nodded. "You're under the influence, I'm letting it slide. Get some rest, I'll tell Mrs. Woods that you'll be in after lunch."
"What? No. I can go in before—"
"Nonsense. I'll even pay the difference of the time you're losing. You've obviously had a lot to drink, and you're going to need sleep."
"But I—"
"Amato, rest."
Grunting softly, I squeezed his hip, wrapping my legs around one of his. My mind was foggy, and I had no idea what I was doing with this rude man, but I was just glad that he was being kind to me for once. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I stayed in place, nearly falling asleep when I felt his hand rest over mine before he pulled it off.
"No."
"Neonata."
"Don't go."
He chuckled. "I need to go, neonata."
"No, no, no," I shook my head. "Stay. Nice Harry needs to stay just a little longer. Don't go, please."
I sounded desperate, but it was the first time in years since a man who wasn't one of my best friends had been in my bed. It was almost shameful, and the idea that I wanted the man who had been nothing but rude to me before today in my bed made me feel like I was just confused. Pulling away quickly, I started breathing heavily, knowing that I was working myself up as I shifted to the other side of the bed, but not being able to help it.
"Neonata? Hey, stop," he murmured, his voice gentle. "None of this. What's wrong?"
"Y-You should go. I'm j-just drunk, and lonely, and y-you're a temporary fix."
"Neonata," he sighed softly, shifting closer to me, and wrapping his arm around my waist easily. "I won't leave if you don't want me to."
"Y-You don't want to be here."
"That's not totally true," he told me. "Sure, I might want to be in my bed, but yours is okay, too. Come on, come back to me."
Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm down. My body was still slightly shaky with his arm around me, but I found myself turning to face him again, my legs wrapping around his rather easily. He let me hold onto his waist, my body shivering against his.
"You're going to be rude again."
"Nothing personal, just business," he told me quietly.
"But you're only rude to me."
"No, you're wrong. I'm rude to lots of people, neonata. It's just different with you. Get some sleep, okay? Goodnight."
"Night."
He held me close to him, and I felt myself drifting off again. The idea that I was so close to the man who had literally been a total nightmare toward me was insane, but I also knew I just needed the physical affection for one night. Just one silly night, and it would all go back to normal. He would be rude again, and I would be perfectly fine with it. Or, at least enough to handle it. All I hoped for was that things would be better in the morning, and I wouldn't have a killer hangover then either.
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My friend was looking over while I was writing this chapter and he said "ARE YOU WRITING FANFICTION" and now I'm embarrassed but anywayyyyy
Q: how was this chapter?
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Lots of love, xxx
{edited: 05/08/2019}