Riley’s POV:

The next three weeks go by like a flash. I picked up my extra shifts at the shop which meant having to spend less time at the club; it was a definite win-win. The great thing about dating your boss is that it isn’t considered inappropriate to be called into his office for a steamy make out session on our lunch breaks.

Things were going extremely well with Harry and I. We saw each other at work and normally had dinner together afterwards. He’d taken me on a handful of amazing dates, all earning him major brownie points. But it was nice that I lived with Liam though because sometimes I needed my own space to sketch or hang out with someone other than Harry. I was so thankful that he understood that I needed “Me time” and respected my wishes.

That’s the one thing that amazes me about this guy. His level of respect for me. The things that his friends told me, about his promiscuous days, didn’t match the Harry I know. But then again, if I got my heart broken like he did, I probably would react in a similar fashion.

He’d also finally felt comfortable enough to tell me about Eva as well. I pretended like I was just finding out, though I already knew because of Eleanor and Perrie. He teared up a little while he told me, but he said it was just because he was upset at himself for being so blind and stupid. It still weighs fairly heavily on him as a person.

Nonetheless, our relationship has been taken quite slow. We try to keep our sleepovers to a minimum, but sometimes it’s hard to leave each other’s company. I can’t count on my fingers how many times I’ve fallen asleep in his lap as he runs his fingers through my hair and sings to me in that raspy voice of his.

It’s also been almost a month since we slept together for the first time. I was still a little embarrassed for throwing myself at him the first time so he understood that I wanted to wait until we were dating for a little while to go down that road again. But the more time I spent with him, the greater the hunger grew inside me to feel his unclothed body close to mine again. I was starting to grow weak at his gaze and tingle at every touch.

This Saturday will mark our one month anniversary. I think it’s a silly anniversary to celebrate because it’s only thirty days, but Harry wants to do something special. We all decided to go out as a group to a new club in London, The Underground, on Friday night and then Harry has a surprise for me on Saturday night.

Eleanor, Perrie and I all go out Thursday after I get off work and shop for outfits for tomorrow. I’ve spent a ton more time with them two as well these past few weeks. We’re starting to become real close friends. Both of them are very down to earth and welcoming. It’s also refreshing to hang out with girls for a change, seeing as how I work with all men and have a male roommate.

After shopping, I purchased a short toffee colored sequin dress with a low scoop back. I also decide to splurge and buy myself a new pair of nude stilettos to go with it. Why the hell not?

It’s Friday around 7:00 and Liam has just made us dinner. We’re all meeting at our flat and planning leaving at around 10:30, seeing as how it takes about thirty minutes to get there. After dinner, I head to my bathroom to take a hot shower. But then I decide to pamper myself and take a bath because I’m running ahead of schedule.

The warm water starts to fill the tub as I pour in my favorite lavender scented bubble bath gel. Once the water is close to the top, I strip my clothes off and slowly lower myself into the heated tub. I grab the small remote from the tray next to me and press the play button and my favorite playlist of classical piano music starts to drift through the bathroom. I sigh as I ease down into the bubbles and feel my body enter a state of full relaxation.

I’m in such a zoned out mode that I don’t hear the door open and Harry walk in the bathroom.

“You look amazing in that tub, covered in bubbles.” My eyes snap open and I look over to see him sitting on the toilet, head in his hands, gazing down at me. I feel my cheeks start to turn pink as I check my bubbles to make sure everything is covered.

“I’ve already seen you naked, love. You don’t need to do that.” He chuckles.

“I guess so.” I giggle. “Where were you after lunch today? Liam said you left early?” I question him and he tears his gaze away from me to fiddle with a bottle of hairspray sitting on my sink.

“Had to go meet someone. For business.” He looks down at me again, his stare not giving me any indication of what he’s thinking. I nod, not trying to push the subject any further.

“Anyways, happy almost anniversary.” He gets up to place a soft kiss on my lips. I sigh into his mouth and he chuckles. He sits back down on the toilet and I play with some of the heaping bubbles on top of my chest.

“I don’t understand why you want to celebrate this. It’s not that big of a deal. We really don’t have to do anything special.” I almost regret saying what I said when I see a slight hint of sadness enter his eyes.

“I know, but I want to. You’re my girlfriend. I’m happy. I want to celebrate our happiness.” He says as he looks down at me with shimmering emerald eyes. I smile and realize that it’s just Harry being Harry; the kid was a total softie and I think just enjoys being in relationships.

“Okay. But do you have to keep Saturday a secret? All of our dates are so secretive.” He beams, dimple concaving and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I think it makes for a more interesting night. Keeps you on your toes, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. But I also like to know what I should prepare for.” He clicks his tongue at me before he speaks.

“But see, sometimes it’s nice to not know.” I huff and realize that there’s no way he’s going to tell me. But then a light goes off in my head.

“Well that’s just too bad, because I was just about to tell you I had a surprise for you too.” Harry’s eyebrow raises as I slowly lift my soapy legs out of the tub and rest them on the water spicket. His gaze follows down my legs and I can see him shift uncomfortable in his spot on the toilet. I smile as I realize it’s working.

“A-and what would that be?” He mumbles out as I grab my loofa and start to sensually wash my calves, ending all the way up to where my thighs submerge under the water. I mimic him as I click my tongue in his direction.

“Ah, ah, ah, a lady never shares her secrets. Unless she knows she’s going to get something in return.” I eye him down as he’s still watching my legs. I smile when I realize how easy it is to get answers out of him. His glazed stare is ended as he shakes out of my hold on him and stares wide eyed at me.

“You were trying to seduce me to get answers, you little minx!” He laughs as he figures out my plan. My legs drop back into the water and I flick some bubbles at him.

“It was about to work..” I stare down at my feet poking out of the water as he squats down by my face next to the tub. He uses his pointer finger to tip my chin up to his face and gives me a long kiss. We don’t even move our mouths, but I’m still left panting as he unlocks his lips from mine.

“It was. And that’s why I have to get out of here before I let that happen.” He takes a swipe of bubbles on his finger and places it on my nose before standing up and walking out of the bathroom. Damn, I really thought that was going to work.

I spent another ten minutes soaking in the bath before I get out and dry off. I put my make up on, dark smokey eye for the night, and slick my hair back in a ponytail with my bangs in a braid on the side.

It’s only 9:30 when I finish and I decide to sketch a bit to pass the time before we leave. The one thing I’ve absolutely loved about living here is my ability to paint and sketch whenever I please. It’s so nice not having to worry about accidentally getting paint on the new Italian tile anymore!

Normally, my sketches are of landscapes or abstract objects, but lately I’ve found myself drawing body parts. Mostly associated with men. Well one man. Harry.

He has such a perfect body for drawing. Everything is streamlined, toned. The sharp angle of his jaw and the tight cords of muscle in his biceps and forearms made for easy sketching. I especially loved his hands and the way the tendons ticked underneath his tanned skin. He was so beautiful. One of the prettiest people I had ever laid eyes on.

Tonight, I was drawing his eyes. The eyes that could make my knees knock when I stare into them. I wish I had some sort of colored pen or pencil so I could draw in the breathtaking shade of green they were, but sadly I don’t. Now that I think about it, it wouldn’t even be possible to even pick a color that would even come close to the actual one.

I was so engrossed in my drawing that I didn’t even notice it was 10:20 and people had started to arrive at the flat. Someone knocks on my door and I beckon them to come in.

“Babe, why aren’t you dressed yet? The taxi will be here in less than ten.” Harry stands in my doorway, hands on his hips, and I jolt up and look down at my watch. Shit! I speed over to my closet and rip my shirt and shorts off, trying to rush to finish getting ready, completely forgetting Harry was still in my room.

“You know what? We don’t even have to go. I like you just like that.” I whirl around and cover my front with my sequined dress and see him laying back on my bed, propped up on an elbow. He has a devilish grin on his face as he takes in my half naked figure. I shoot him a glare before I carefully pull the dress over my head, fearful of messing up my hair.

I pull the dress over my bum, forgetting how short it actually was. I walk over to the shoebox with my new stilettos in them and bend down to slip my feet inside. After they’re in, I rush over to my jewelry box and pull out a gold watch and long gold dangly earrings. Once I get everything on, I walk over to my full length mirror positioned on the back of my bathroom door and twirl around to make sure everything looks right.

Harry leaves his place on my bed and comes over to stand close behind me. He places both hands on my hips and pulls me in towards his broad frame before leaning in close to my ear.

“You look so sexy, baby. But even though I love this dress, I’d much rather see it on my bedroom floor.” He whispers extremely close to my ear, his lips ghosting over my jaw. I shudder as I feel his long pointer finger trace down my spine and ending just as the fabric of my dress starts above the small of my back.

“Let’s go before I drag you to my flat and don’t let you come out all weekend.” I turn to face him, his orbs blazing with lust, which in turn makes my core start to heat up. We walk hand in hand out to the living room and I see everyone had made it. We all walk down to the taxis waiting outside and pile in, on our way to The Underground.

I can tell Harry’s urge to stay home hasn’t stopped when we’re around everyone because his fingers trace delicate circles up and down my neck as we drive to the club. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.

We make it to the club and all pile out, heading towards the front. I notice we don’t go stand at the end of the line that is formed outside and am surprised when I see Harry walk straight up to the bouncer and gives him a hug before the bouncer unchains the velvet rope to let us all in. Harry places his hand on the my open skin of my back as we walk into the dark entrance.

“Damn, Styles. I didn’t know you were famous.” I look up to see him chuckle at my statement as he shakes a few more hands while we make our way to the thumping sound behind two large doors.

“Ahh, Jimmy is just a customer at the shop. I take care of a lot of people in the club business.” I guess that makes sense. I know because the bouncers at Maze have extremely nice cars. I on the other hand see no need for a car; walking or taxis have always gotten me to where I need to go.

Another large man standing at the front of the large doors reaches down to fist pound Harry before opening the door to let us in. I’m hit with a wave of sweat and alcohol, followed by a pounding bass beat that makes my heart thump in my chest.

We snake through the throng of people to try and make it to the bar stationed in the middle of the room. I notice people stare when I walk by. I follow their gazes and realize they’re gawking at Harry. The women, dressed in highly slutty attire, turn to their other equally as slutty friends and whisper while they glare in my general direction. I see one girl point at Harry and lick her lips, forcing an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Was this how it was going to be from now on?

We finally make it to the bar and wouldn’t you know it, Harry knows the bartenders too. He orders the group a shot of Jamison to start the night off. I take the small cup in my hand and we all cheers each other, Harry leaning in to whisper something in my ear.

“Here’s to us.” I smile and place a kiss on his lips before downing the dark liquid in front of me. I welcome the familiar sting down the back of my throat as the Jamison passes through me. It quickly fades and I am left with a warm feeling in my stomach.

I turn around to get the bartenders attention, ordering two rum and Coke’s for Harry and I. As I swivel around to give him his drink, I see a tall exotic woman with extremely perky, yet undeniably fake, breasts make her way through our group to stand directly in front of Harry. My blood starts to boil as she puts her hand on his shoulder.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, baby. Wanna dance?” The words leave her mouth, dripping in lust. Everyone in our party is silent, staring at me gripping down on the drinks in my hand. I look to see Harry politely drop her hand from his shoulder and give her a small smile.

“I apologize, but I’m actually here with my girlfriend.” He pulls me into him by my waist and I hand him his drink. A little bubble of joy blooms in my chest as the girl glares down at me before ripping her gaze back to Harry’s. She puffs her ballooned breasts out and storms away. I sigh as I look up at Harry with quizzical eyes.

“Is this how it always is? Girls just throwing themselves at you..” I trail off because he’s grabbed my jaw and pulled me in for a hard kiss. He lets go of my face and I look up into his gleaming eyes.

“Forget about them. I have something so much better.” My heart flutters and I scoot in closer to his side. We all stand and talk for a while before a large man in all black comes and taps Harry on the shoulder. He nods and tells everyone to follow him. We make our way through the crowds of sweaty people and up a flight of stairs. I find us stopping at a vacant space filled with large couches and a coffee table in the center.

“I thought we’d party better in a VIP room.” Harry beams down at me and I laugh as I watch Niall dive into a couch. I sit down in between Liam and Harry and we all laugh and enjoy each other’s company. I get myself a few more drinks and I begin to feel the alcohol take its effect on me as my mind starts to get a little hazy.

The girls and I start to shriek as Rihanna’s “Cake” starts to blast all around the dark club. We all get up and start shaking our hips and dancing in a circle. The alcohol has given me a new kick of confidence as I begin to gyrate my hips and arch my back to the quick pace thumps of the beat.

I look over at Harry and am not surprised to see him leant back in the couch, arms stretched out beside him on top of the cushions, with an emerald stare that seems to burn holes right through me. I decide to give him a little show and bend my knees down lower, moving my hips from side to side, as I bite my lip and eye him down in the process. I turn around so he can get a good view of my bum, but before I can move anymore, I feel two strong arms grasp onto my waist and pull me in close.

“Nice show, baby. Now let’s go do that together downstairs.” I smile as I feel his hot breath on my neck and turn around, taking his hand in mine as I lead us downstairs to the dance floor. We get to the middle of the tight crowd and I lazily throw my arms around Harry’s neck as he pulls me into him with one arm clamping around my lower back.

I put one of my legs in between his and start to move my body with the beat, his following suit. The rough fabric of his jeans inch closer to my center and I tip my head back in enjoyment. This gives him full access to my neck, leaving a few wet kisses down the middle. I pull my head up and gasp as I feel his solid bulge press against my bare thigh. He realizes what I’ve felt and leans down inches away from my face.

“Don’t worry, love, it’s just me.” I can feel him smiling as he places a kiss underneath my ear. We dance like that for a while before we whips me around so my bum is pressed firmly against his crotch. Our bodies move in a perfect rhythm as I lean my head against his shoulder. His hands splayed against my hips, he nibbles at the delicate skin on my neck again, shooting sparks down to my increasingly warm core. I find my hands reaching up behind me to brush my fingers through his soft curls.

“So beautiful” He says in my ear as we move. I realize my buzz is starting to wear off and I pull out of his grasp and give him a sign for drinks. He nods and starts to go towards the bar but I stop him and tell him I’ll get them. I wanted to have the bartender make a secret favorite drink for him.

“I’ll meet you back upstairs.” He nods before grabbing my bum. I squeal and slap his hand away even though I had just practically dry humped him out on the dance floor. I walk over to the bar with a huge smile on my face as I sit at a tall chair and wait for the bartender to come over and serve me.

I’m sitting there for a while waiting and I jolt when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look around and see a broad man standing beside me. He looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t figure out why.

“Riley, right?” Well, he must know me then.

“Yes. Do I know you?” He laughs and sticks his hand out to shake mine.

“It’s Jack. I’m a customer over at H&L.” I have my ‘aha!’ moment and shake his hand, remembering that we talked once or twice when he brought his car in to get work done. He was fairly handsome, sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes with a chiseled jawline. Of course, he had nothing on Harry.

We started to talk and I didn’t even realize the bartender was standing in front of me, asking for my drink order. Before I could even say what I needed, Jack held out a hundred dollar bill to the gentleman and asked for two gin and tonics. He turned around and shot me a sheepish grin.

“I hope you don’t mind.” I smile and shrug as we continue talking. Our drinks come and I drink mine rather quickly as I chat with Jack. I don’t realize how long we’ve been talking until Perrie comes down and taps me on the shoulder and whispers in my ear that Harry is waiting for me. I completely lost track of time and had been talking to Jack for almost ten minutes.
I thank her and she walks off as I turn to Jack to say my goodbyes. Suddenly, my head starts to spin and I grasp onto the bar to stabilize myself. Jack puts a hand on my shoulder and leans down to speak.

“Riley, are you okay?” I can’t really focus on his voice as I attempt to get through these horrid spins.

“Yeah, uh, I think I just might need some air.”

“Here, why don’t I take you outside for a second?” He grabs a hold of me by my waist as I begin to tell him he should just go get Harry. I can’t form the sentence as he practically carries me out the front entrance.

A breeze hits my body, sending chills up my spine due to the slight sheen of sweat forming on my skin. I start to become confused in my already disordered state as Jack walks me down past the club and towards an unlit parking lot. We stop in front of a black SUV and I try to ask him a question.

“Jack..” I manage to croak out but am silenced as he forces me into the side of the SUV, reaching one of his big hands up to cover my mouth.

“Shhhh, stay quiet unless you want me to fuck you up.” He growls at me and I feel my heart start to slam against my ribcage. I try to move away from his grasp, but my brain’s SOS signals aren’t reaching my limbs. So I stand there, limp in his arms as he begins to attack my neck with painful kisses. My arms attempt to push him away, but his strong grasp holds them down by my side. I look with heavy eyelids at the sidewalk a few feet away from us, praying that someone would walk by and save me, but no one comes.

“Fuck, Heath always talked about how good of a lay you were, now I get to find out for myself.” My stomach drops as I hear him say Heath’s name. I had no idea they even knew each other! I start to feel hot tears stream down my face as I realize what’s going to happen next. Why was I such an idiot? Why didn’t I just let Harry get the drinks?

Jack’s rough hands unlatch from my biceps as one of them reaches up to knead my breast hungrily, the other dropping to the bare skin on my thighs, moving my legs apart so he can rub his hand harshly against the front part of my panties.

“I can’t wait to fill your pussy air tight with my cock.” He whispers in my ear and gasp out a shaky breath, still not believing that this is happening yet again.

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Harry’s POV:
I tapped my foot impatiently as I glanced towards the staircase again, hoping to see Riley making her way over to us. What was taking her so long? I know I’m probably just being overly protective, but I just felt the need to because of what’s happened to her.

“Do you want me to check and see if she’s okay? I’m going to get another drink anyways.” Perrie yells at me over the loud music and I look into her questioning eyes. I nod once and she walks swiftly towards the stairs.

I play with the clasp of my watch, trying to pass the time and take my mind off of Riley. Why didn’t I just go with her? I’m such an idiot. There’s hundreds of guys in this club foaming at the mouth like rabid dogs, trying to stalk down their next prey, and I didn’t want that to be my girlfriend.

My head shoots up as Perrie walks over to our section, a weird look on her face.

“She’s down there talking to some guy. I don’t know who he is.” I barely let her finish her sentence as I leap up and hurriedly bound down the stairs. I make my way over to the bar, my eyes searching in every which way, trying to find her blonde ponytail. I don’t see it, which is when I go up to Kyle who’s working behind the bar, asking if he’s seen her.

“Yeah, she was here with some guy. They had a drink and she went with him outside. Left no more than five minutes ago.” He nods his head to the front door and I speed my way through the crowd.

I try not to think about it, but I am seething at Riley. How does she think it’s okay to leave without telling me AND with another man? We were going to have a serious talk when we got home. I wasn’t going to have another girl walk all over me again.

I burst out of the front entrance and tap Josh, the bouncer, on the shoulder.

“Hey, did you see a girl come out here not too long ago? Brown sequin dress, blonde hair in a ponytail? She was with some guy.” He nods and points down past the bar to the parking lot next to it. I run down the sidewalk, my hair coming undone from it’s quiff because of the wind. I slow down and hear a muffled groan as a man starts to speak roughly.

“I can’t wait to fill your pussy air tight with my cock.” I turn the corner and my vision starts to go red as I see Riley pinned against a SUV by some guy.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I roar at the man and he whips around. I’m caught off guard as I see that it’s someone I know.

“Jack?!” I shout and he smiles at me.

“Oh, hey Harry. Just having a little fun with a bitch who needed a good fucking.” I look at Riley, mascara stains down her cheek and barely able to stand, and I realize she didn’t leave on her own free will. My fists clench as I glare back at Jack.

“That bitch is my girlfriend, you fucker.” His eyes go wide.

“Woah, sorry, I didn’t know. Heath just told me I could have a go if I ever saw her..” The taste of copper invades my mouth as I bite down hard on my tongue. Heath.

“Go. Now. Before I beat the shit out of you.” I barely speak through my teeth as my eyes blaze into Jack’s. He puts his hands up and runs towards the club. I rush over to Riley who has slid down the side of the SUV into a crumpled ball on the pavement.

I scoop her up in my arms, squeezing her tightly. I notice she isn’t saying anything, isn’t even crying and I look down to see why. Her eyes are barely open and she can’t focus them, her body is limp in my arms. Anger starts to rise in my chest as I realize what happened. Roofies.

I could kill him. I could kill him and then Heath and then kill them one more time. This poor creature beneath me just couldn’t get away from these horrible monsters. What pained me even more was that I wasn’t there to stop this from happening.

“H-Harr..” She groans and I pull her close to me and bury my head in her hair.

“I promise. I’ll never let this happen again. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m s-so s-sorry.” I sniffle and rub my eyes as I attempt to get rid of the tears forming in them. I was just about to reach for my phone to call one of the boys when Liam comes racing around the corner. I look up at his shocked face and he’s on his phone immediately, calling a cab home.

The car ride is silent as I hold a passed out Riley in my lap, rubbing her clammy back with my hand. We get to our complex and I carry her bridal style to my place and up the stairs to my bedroom. I lay her down gently on the bed and she rolls over and groans, sinking her face into one of my pillows.

I slip her stilettos off her feet and take her earrings and watch off, placing them on the night stand. I manage to sit her up in her drugged stupor and get her dress over her head. She sprawls back down on my bed in nothing but her sexy black lingerie and I feel my manhood twitch against my trouser zipper. I shake that out of my head quickly and think about the fact that she was almost assaulted again tonight. I realize then that’s not a good idea as my chest starts to tighten with rage.

I walk over to my dresser, pulling out my favorite Rolling Stones t-shirt and pick Riley up one more time to slip the shirt over her head. I pull the covers out from underneath her and tuck her in, placing a kiss on her forehead.

I pad down to the kitchen to get her a glass of water before I strip out of my own clothes and get in the bed next to her. I swing an arm around her tummy and pull her in to my chest. She sighs as she feels my lips trail kisses along her shoulder and I smile into her skin.

After a few minutes I was passed out, grasping on tightly on to Riley, hoping that I could hold my promise to keep her safe from harm.

Notes

I wasn't originally planning on making this update kind of depressing, but I guess that's just how it worked out. The next chapter will be much more light hearted.

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