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*Harry’s P.O.V*

I couldn’t believe what I saw, all those bruises on (Y/N)’s wrists, it made me feel sick. The girl had done nothing but judge me and yet, I still liked her. She was just so... Innocent. I liked that. The way her hair fell on her shoulders and her eyes opened wide when she saw me. The first time she met me her nose crinkled up at the smell of smoke and alcohol on me, maybe she could even smell the drugs. She was hot, regardless. I mean, it took a hell of a lot of will power for me to not just pin her up against the lockers and fuck her right there and then. She may be a virgin but hell; I bet she’s a good shag. You can tell she’s a virgin, the way she flinches whenever she is touched by a man, it’s pretty obvious. It’s also a hell of a turn-on to know that I could be her first time. Fuck that. I will be her first time. Don’t get me wrong, I do want to fuck her, it’s just, I want more than that. It’s weird really; I’ve never had a proper girlfriend, just a string of one night stands. I like the way she stands up to me, no one ever stands up to me, they’re too scared. Why wouldn’t they be? I’m Harry Styles: gang leader, man whore and drug addict. Everyone knows what I’m capable of; I can’t believe Stan would even touch her. Just imagining his hands roaming her petite body, feeling her up... It makes me sick. His hands all over what is mine. Speaking of Stan I’m going to go and pay him a visit, teach him a lesson about touching my property.

“MATE,” Niall shouted after me, “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!”

“TO TEACH STAN A LESSON!” I yelled back, storming out of the school gates.

*End of Harry’s P.O.V*

You were relaxing at home thinking about what El had said to you about Perrie. How her life was ruined by getting in with that group. They introduced her to drugs, gangs, alcohol and smoking; they had changed her El said. They wouldn’t let her talk to her old friends because Zayn didn’t want her wandering back to them, it really upset El and Dani, and they were best friends. I can’t let that happen to me, you think to yourself. You were lost in your thoughts until your phone started to ring, it was an unknown number but you picked up regardless.

“Hey (Y/N)!” you heard Dani’s voice through the phone.

“Hey Dani, what’s up?” you replied.

“Well, this girl called Micheala Brooks is throwing a party tonight and you’re coming.” She said, you could tell she was smirking on the other end.

“Oh, am I now?” you reply, just as sassy.

“Yes, where do you live, me and El will be over in about 10 minutes to get ready, are your parents home?” She asks.

“Uhm, no. My father lives in London and my mother is always at work, I live a 32 Broadfield Drive.”

“Oh, I’m sorry (Y/N) I didn’t know.” She says, panic in her voice, “It’s fine, don’t worry. You’ll be here in 10, yeah?” you reply, trying to calm her down.

“Yup.” She says popping the ‘p’. “Anyway I’ve gotta go now, see ya in 10.”

“Bye Dani” you say as you hang up the phone.

20 minutes later and they still weren’t here, did they stand you up? No, they wouldn’t would they? As if on cue the doorbell rang, you swung it open revealing 2 absolutely stunning girls. Dani was dressed in a maroon dress that hugged her curves perfectly; there was a gap in the front of it that showed off a bit of her cleavage, she wore black heels as well. El was wearing a short black one-piece with a white collar, her brown locks were clipped back in a messy bun and she was wearing black wedges that made her legs look amazing. Both of them looked stunning, wearing just the right amount of make-up to show off all their best features and there you were in joggers and a vest top. Interrupting your thoughts, El gave you a missive hug.

“So, can we come in?” She asked.

“Of course.” You replied, gesturing for them to come in through the door. You gave Dani and hug and showed them around your house. They looked like little kids in a toy store, gazing at everything in awe.

“Woah, (Y/N),” Dani said, “You’re loaded.” She giggled and bumped her hips to yours; you just laughed and walked up to your room, them following closely behind. When they got to your room their jaws hit the floor.

“Fuck me.” El said, you and Dani burst out laughing at El’s choice of words. She was just so polite.

“Well come on (Y/N), get in the shower and wash your hair, we do have a party to attend.” Dani winked. She pushed you into the bathroom ad let you shower.

Just over an hour later, El was applying the finishing touches to your makeup. You hadn’t seen yourself yet, they hadn’t let you, so you were eagerly anticipating the reveal.

“Annddddd… DONE!” El shouted which caused you to giggle.

“You may look now.” Dani said, pointing at the full length mirror on the other side of your room. You walked over to it in the heels Dani had brought over for you to try on, lucky you were her size. When you reached the mirror you were in shock, it was like there was someone else standing in front of your mirror. You wore a long sleeved plain black dress with pads on your shoulders; it came down to your mid thighs. Your hair was messily curled and your makeup was done to perfection. El had given you a smokey eye, and pale pink lipstick. The heels Dani had brought over were spiked all down the back of the heel.

“Don’t break those, (Y/N). They are Jeffrey Campbells.” She said sternly with a glint of humour in her eye.

“I won’t.” You say with a wink. Looking in the mirror again you see that the dress hugs your figure perfectly, making you looks slim yet curvy, and the heels making your legs look like they go on forever. For the first time in your life you actually felt good about yourself.

“Thanks guys, you did amazing!” you say, hugging them.

“Well come on, we’re late.” Dani urged.

“Fashionably late.” El corrected her with a wink. You got in El’s car and drove to the party.

Within an hour you we’re smashed. Everyone was. You and El were dancing in the middle of the dance floor scene as Dani and Liam were pretty busy occupying themselves upstairs. Your hips swayed to the beat of the music, your vision was blurry but you could make out El being dragged away by some dude. You were by yourself. You were that person who was dancing by herself, until you felt a tap on the shoulder.

“Hey (Y/N)!” the person shouted over the music, you turned around.

“HEYY NOAAAHH!” You yelled back twice as loud, slurring your words. It wasn’t your fault, you were piss faced. He just laughs at you.

“Wanna dance with me?” He asks hopefully, you nod with excitement and start laughing and dancing with him. About half an hour and 4 shots later, El and Dani still hadn’t returned and you were grinding against Noah. Your bum was rubbing on his crotch and his hands were on your hips, guiding them against him. His breath was hot down your neck, small moans escaping from his lips; he was enjoying this, a lot. Sober you would have stopped, but drunk you made the decision the grind even harder against him. He started placing wet kisses down your neck, your lips parted. Drink in hand, you took another shot, not really helping the situation that you were in but you didn’t care. Truthfully, you were enjoying this. Having someone grinding on you, getting pleasure from your touch, it was exhilarating. Suddenly you couldn’t feel Noah behind you anymore; you turned round to see his on the floor passed out. All eyes were on you and the boy stood next to you: Harry. Harry just punched Noah, knocked him out! What had Noah ever done to him? Fuck all, that’s what.

“I warned you and everyone else to stay away from my girl.” He growled. He grabbed your wrist and tried dragging you out, until someone pulled you back. It was Josh. Shit. Now Harry was going to knock Josh out too. Your mind was still fuzzy from all the drinks but you knew what was going to happen, you gave Josh a look telling him to back off but he stood his ground.

“Nobody invited you here, Harry.” He said flatly.

“Wherever (Y/N) is, I go. If I’m not she gets pricks like that feeling her up.” He spat. People were crowded around Noah, he was awake now but very dazed, that punch sure as hell sobered him up. Then, Niall, Zayn, Louis and Perrie walked through the door.

“Is there a problem here mate?” Louis asked Josh. Josh looked sick, he was surrounded by the 4 boys.

“We’ve just come to pick up the girl.” Zayn added, pointing at you, you froze. No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. You felt someone next to you.

“Come on, love.” Louis said, gripping hold of your wrists, you lost it.

“HELP! HELP ME PLEASE! GET OF ME! GET OFF!” You yelled clawing at his arms and banging his chest, “GET OF ME! HELP!” You yelled and Perrie butted in.

“Let go of her Louis, you can’t force her to come.” You had tears in your eyes, you didn’t want them the take you. You shot Perrie a thankful look.

“Perrie, wait outside.” Zayn said calmly, “But-“ Perrie began but Zayn interrupted her, “I SAID GET OUTSIDE!” he bellowed, she winced at his harsh tone and began walking outside, glancing at El and Dani who were in shock like the rest of the visitors at the party. Louis let go of my arm.

“Harry, control your girl.” He spat at me.

“I’m not Harry’s.” I growl. Harry looks at you.

“Excuse me?” He says, anger boiling up inside of him.

“I’m not yours Harry. I’m not some cheap whore that you can just fuck and drop. I don’t want to be yours. You’re a bully and a prick, how your friends can stand you is beyond me. I hate you Harry. You’ve fucked up my life big time and I want you out of it, out of my life. I’m not yours, I never was and I never will be, now leave me the fuck alone.” You hiss. His eyes darken and the room is completely silent. You now regretting your words, “I-I-“ You began but Harry interrupted you.

“You think it’s that easy, you shoot me a few harsh words and I’ll leave you alone? You’re so naive. You’re mine weather you like it or not. No one is allowed to touch you. You are mine and mine only, got it?” He growled his expression cold. A few tears were streaming down your face, you were scared. He looked down at you with the same expression he did in your dream. He grabbed your wrists, pulled you outside and pushed you into his car.

“Where are you taking me?” You whisper, he said nothing, focusing on the road, his knuckles turning white from clenching the wheel too tightly. All you could think of right now was Perrie. She tried to help you, not wanting you to have the same fate as her, a victim of her boyfriend. You rested your head on the car window in fear of what was going to happen to you, your head still fuzzy from the alcohol.

“Phone.” Harry said.

“W-What?” You stuttered.

“Give. Me. Your. Phone.” He said through clenched teeth. You shakily passed him your phone and he slid it into his jean pocket as you pulled up outside a block of flats. He got out swiftly and ran round to your side, pulling the door open. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you up the block, opening the door and dragging you up numerous flights of stairs, which was hard when you’re drunk and have 8 inch heels on. He stopped on the 8th floor and pulled you to room 809, opened the door and pushed you inside. He switched the lights on and threw his keys on the table, clearly still pissed off.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! EMBARRASSING ME LIKE THAT! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!” He yelled, you winced at his harsh words and backed away from him.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, his yelling sobering you up. You were now backed into a corner, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Just then your phone went off in his pocket; he pulled it out and started typing on it.

“You’re staying at El’s for the weekend.” He said.

“What?” You questioned.

“If anyone asks where you were this weekend, you’re going to say that you were at El’s. Okay?” He says demandingly.

“O-Okay.” You whisper, a long silence filled the air.

“Why did you bring me here?” You ask sheepishly, not wanting to set him off again, all it would take it a slip of the tongue at the moment, giving the state he’s in. You don’t know how someone can go from losing it to being calm in a matter of seconds. The fact that his mood was so temperamental scared you. What if you were the only thing there to hit when he had an outburst like at the party, Harry’s deep voice interrupting your thoughts.

“Well, (Y/N). You think you know me, think that what everyone say’s about me is true. Well, you can try living like me for a weekend, come out with me and MY friends, and see how we live. Then you can judge me. You’ll do whatever I say, you got that?” His tone, harsh.

“Yes.” You whimper.

“Good, and remember one thing,” he says with a smirk, as he walks over to you, chest pressed against yours, caressing your cheek. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “You’re mine.”