The next day -  work.

I was working in the small-ish corner shop, when I saw a strangely familiar woman. She had dark brown hair, flowing to her shoulders, and bright green eyes. She was beautiful, and she looked around somewhere in her thirties.

"Excuse me, madam. Could you possibly help me to find the pets aisle? I'm new here, you see." The woman smiled, as she reached me.

"Of course I can help." I said, and started to lead her in the correct direction.

We reached the aisle and she thanked me. I stayed with her so that she wouldn't get lost again. "Thank you for helping me. You're like my personal assistant." She laughed.

"It's fine, I'm happy to help." I chuckled. "So, what is it you're looking to buy?"

"I'll put a good word in about you. And I'm looking for dog beds, my daughter Gemma and I decided to get a dog."

"Aw, thank you." I smiled. "Tell me about the dog, I'll help you find the perfect bed."

"Well, he's a Shih Tzu puppy, and he's called Leo." She said.

"I think this would be about right for little Leo." I said, handing her a little blue bed with a bone pattern on it. After I'd helped her, she thanked me once again, then went her own way.

I continued tidying the store, cleaning up where required. I heard a husky voice just around the corner from where I was, and immediately knew it was Harry. "I know she's working today." I heard him say. He was searching for me, but I didn't want to be found. Not by him. He was talking to my colleague Jason, asking where I was. I'd spoken to Jase before about Harry and how much he frightened me.

"She's not at work today." Jason lied.

"I watched her leave home this morning, I know she's here." He argued.

"She hasn't clocked in. I'm very sorry." Jason rallied. It was that moment that I cleverly tripped over, clattering into the small CD rack. The whole thing crashed to the ground, as did I. Harry came running around the corner.

"Oh, Tina! I'd just been informed that you weren't here today." He said, anger showing on his face.

"I've just arrived." I mumbled, scared.

"Whatever you say." He said, skulking off again. I stood up and picked up the mess I'd made. Then I went to the back room to do some stock taking. An hour and a half passed, when Jason came into the room, bloody and bruised.

"Oh my God! What the fuck happened to you?" I asked.

"It was nothing! I fell." He said.

"Why don't I believe you?" I questioned.

"Have some faith in me." He breathed. But I knew better. When I got my bruise, I blamed it on a fall. It was all Harrys fault, and I suspected he had something to do with it this time too.

I finished work for the day and clocked out. As soon as I stepped outside of the shop, I noticed Harrys car was parked there.

"Hey, Love!" He shouted over, grinning wildly.

"Harry." I bluntly grumbled.

"Whose house tonight?" He asked.

"I'd rather be at mine alone." I whispered, knowing he couldn't hear me from the distance.

He walked over to me and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. I looked up and tried to push him away, but he pressed his lips to mine in the same harsh fashion as he had when we first met.

"Harry!" I muttered, bringing my face away. Before I could speak again, he kissed me again. This time, he slid his tongue across my bottom lip, begging for the entrance that I wouldn't grant him. The more I resisted, the more he would try. He took his face away from mine, and just grinned at me. He looked frustrated, but he was hiding it with a smug grin. He took hold of my hand and started walking me to the car. I noticed a mark on his knuckle,

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, that. It's nothing." He lied.

"You hit Jason, didn't you?"

"I might have."

"Why?"

"Because I can tell he likes you."

"Can I not have any friends?"

"Female friends."

"Oh, you get to decide, do you? I don't think so! I will choose my friends, not you." I shouted.

"I don't like Jason. He acted like he was in love with you. Nobody flirts with my girl."

"Oh, piss off Harry. I'm not your girl, and he is my friend."

"Some friend he is."

"Some excuse for a teenage boy, you are." I muttered, but he kissed me again. All trace of speaking was gone, replaced with Harrys soft lips. "You don't get to just kiss me and make everything okay."

"Why?" He asked.

"You hit him!" I stated.

"Yeah." He said casually, almost taunting. I reached up and slapped him, mustering up enough force for it to probably hurt. Instead of hurt, he displayed joy. He laughed.

This was the first time I'd slapped him, and he didn't seem too impressed with it. He lifted me up and flung me over his shoulder.

"Let me down!" I shouted.

"No." He grunted. I started pounding my fists on his back, grabbing tight to his shirt. When we reached the car, he opened the passenger door and sat me down on the seat. He then closed the door and walked around to his side. He drove off without hesitation, taking the route I knew only too well to be the way to my house. When he pulled up to my house, he let me out of the car and walked me up to the door.

"I'll pick you up at twelve tomorrow." He said, walking back down the driveway.

"I'm not coming with you anywhere." I told him.

"You will." He muttered.

I walked back inside my house and shut the door, then I leant against it and collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

The next day.

"You can't be serious. You're not going out with him again?" Jayde asked, when I informed her of what had happened.

"You should've seen what he did to Jase." I told her.

"There's a reason not to go!" She replied.

"I'm afraid he'll do the same to me if I don't go." I mumbled.

"He would never hurt you." She said.

"I can't help but be scared. I'm going."

As twelve o'clock neared, I still wasn't ready. I was up in my room getting changed when there was a knock at my bedroom door.

"It's open." I called. I carried on searching through my drawers for something to wear. I heard the door open. "Mum, what did you want?" I asked, turning around. I let go of the clothes I was holding, letting it drop to the floor, exactly as my jaw had just done. It wasn't my mum standing there, it was Harry.

He gazed up and down my body, a smirk visible on his face. "I was hoping you'd be wearing something a lot sexier than just that." He acknowledged my tracksuit bottoms and tank top.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't form a single word. I just stood there, looking at Harry in utter shock.

"How did you get in?" I finally managed to ask.

"Your mum let me in." He smugly chuckled. I watched as he walked over to my bed and laid down, propping himself up against the head of the bed, leaning on his elbows. "You should wear a short dress." He continued.

"Na, I'm alright." I told him. I turned around to grab my skinny jeans and white tank top from the closet, then felt Harry's protective arms around my waist. I spun around and he laughed deeply as I gasped. His scent overcame me, and I tried to shake it off.

"I'm going to change." I said.

"I'm not worried, you can change in front of me." He said, licking his lower lip.

I groaned in response, then walked into the bathroom, locking the door before undressing.

I stepped back into my room, and spotted Harry over at the chest of drawers. I kept my underwear in there, and knew I had to get him away from there.

"Harry."

He spun around and looked me directly in the eyes. "This is hot." He smirked, holding up my dainty black laced bra. I flushed bright red, then ran across my room to grab it from him.

"Ugh, what is wrong with you!" I yelled. He began to laugh, watching me intently as I grabbed my jacket.

"You have no idea how amazing you look." He breathed.

I breathed out, letting it come out in short trembles. Harry had wrapped himself around me yet again, brushing my hair out of my face and placing his lips to my neck. I gasped, and he moved his lips up to my earlobe, biting it gently.

"H- Harry..." I stumbled over my words. Harry pulled away and grabbed my hand, leading me out of my room and to his car.