“Hi.” He greeted me with a smirk on his face.

I didn’t respond. My mouth formed in an “o” shape. He still kept his grin on his face. The music became a little slow-tuned as he set his eyes on the group of people on the dance floor then placing it to mine.

“Let’s dance.” He said. It was barely permission but a statement.

My body was frozen as I was pulled away from the high chair to the dance floor by this stranger.

We were on the middle. He looked down to see my face as I glanced back to his. He took my clenched fist to his neck, smirk never leaving his face. I locked my fingers hooking up with the nape of his neck as he swayed along with the rhythm of the music of the song called “All of me” by John Legend, I think.

I looked around and saw couples danced to the song like us, their faces inches apart. They looked so in love like they’re not in a club full off intoxicated teenagers.

“You look nervous.” He said smirking.

I looked at his face then put my head down away from his solid gaze to the floor not wanting to respond from what he just said. I heard him chuckle as he asked a question.

“What’s your name, darling?” I became uncomfortable with the nickname he gave me, sending shivers through my spine.

“Tr-trevi.” I hesitated stuttering.

“Lovely.”

“I’m Harry.” I looked up to see his stunning face as Harry winked at me and grinned.

We continued to sway at the rhythm, his eyes never left mine. I kept stealing glances at his face but my eyes scanned the room the whole time.

“Harry!”

Harry sighed as he faced me with an intense gaze, smirking.

“Nice meeting you, babe. I’ll be seeing you, again.” He placed a kiss on my right cheek before he squeezed my hips.

He walked away, leaving me alone in the middle of the dance floor. My eyes followed where he was going. He walked to a guy who earlier had shouted his name; he has a sleeve of tattoos on both arms. His hair, black and quiffed.

I felt relieved but a little alone. I strolled to the chair I was sitting 5 minutes ago to grab my bag and looked for Amber or Lara.

They were nowhere to be seen. I didn’t even found Harry again when I laid my eyes around the crowded room so I decided to go home at this point.

I headed for the way out of the club, walking through some drunken people. I exited the club and realized I don’t have a car. Damn it. I sighed as I walked on the silent, dark street. I put my hands in the pockets of my cardigan fighting the cold breeze coating my body.

My breathing can be heard as the silent road kept me aware of what will just happen when I heard footsteps approaching my way beside me.

I hastily walked past a dark spot on the street as I heard a manly chuckle beside me. A man appeared in front of me, smirking.

“Saw you at the club today, baby.” The drunk man said approaching me as I stepped backwards from him. I bumped into a car and he slammed his hands on the car, trapping me.
I tried to shove him away but he began to put his mouth on the crook of my neck, sucking and biting. I whimpered as he bit to the sensitive area.

“Stop, p-please.” I stuttered, begging. I pushed him by my hands shoving his shoulders but he’s too strong. I started crying and called for help but the silent street seemed to have all the people napping.

“Help!” I cried for help as he continuously sucked at my neck, leaving a mark obviously would bruise soon after.

“Shut it, baby. You know-“He stopped sucking and moved his head from my neck and up to my face to look at me as he was cut off by a familiar voice looming in.

“Get off her.” I looked over his shoulder to see a curly tall guy, still dressed in his attire I lately set my eyes on.

Harry.

Notes

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