My head is thrown to the side, and I can feel blood dripping down to my neck already. I suddenly feel a horrible sensation on my cheek, and I’m nearly wiped out cold. “Fucking bitch!” the man yells, trying to work his way around whatever movements my body was making. "No! Please! No no no! Please!” I scream, flinging every part of my body that wasn’t being held down. By now, I’m screaming, my throat raw and sobs raking through my chest. I fling my legs up, nearly squirming to get him off. “We’re gonna make you feel so good, baby girl.” He hooks his arm around my waist, cupping my bum in his hand, rubbing it, his eyes closing with increasing lust. “Now, darling,” the man coos, placing fallen hair behind my ear, “who said we were going to hurt you?” I swear, I can already feel my wrists becoming swollen and bruised with every movement I make. I try to escape from the man’s hold, but he only squeezes harder. I try to pry his hands off of me, but he refused my attempts. His arms wrap around my waist once he was close enough, giving my body a slight squeeze to push me closer to him. I want so badly to back away from him-run away from him, anything to get out of this position, but my body’s trapped in another man’s hold, with what felt like hundreds of other eyes looking right at me. The man tilts his head, observing my actions, taking short strides over to me. I’ll give you anything of mine, just please let me go without any harm. The look he gives me causes chills to rise upon my skin. The fire behind them burns through me, making me whimper. With much fear and desperation, I lift my head to look into his dark, lustful eyes. “You can’t just expect us to find you, and let us walk away without a little souvenir.” One of them says, pushing me into another the arms of the guy behind me. I’ve never been in this situation before, but I know what I’m getting myself into, and I don’t even know how to save myself. I don’t look up, but I immediately begin to panic. They all suddenly swarm around me, forming a circle around where I stand. “I have to go see my mum” I lie, shrugging my shoulders. Even though these boys aren’t paparazzi’s, I have no other plan to get away from the situation. Harry always taught me that if paparazzi’s were to ever come in my way, to simply ignore them. I take a step back, keeping my gaze on the ground as I shake my head. What do we have here?” one of the guys asks, stepping in front of me. “Excuse me” I whisper, smiling at them as I cut through their group. They don’t seem harmful, so I decide to cut by them. Nodding my head to the music, I walk past a couple of teenage boys on a near by park. I would have normally had Harry pick me up from my shift, but he’s been tired from recording and writing lately, I didn’t want to add something else to his plate. I slip the key in my work bag, making my way down to my block. This was the beginning of something beautiful.I lock the front door of the diner, whistling the soft tune playing quietly through my headphones. "I love you, baby." He replied, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. I smiled at him, wrapping my arms around his torso. The words 'I promise' were written in the silver metal. I want to promise you that I'll never find anyone else, that I'll never stop loving you." He said as he slid the ring on my finger. Harry reach in his pocket, pulling out a small black box. "I hoped you'd like it." We sat down on a big log beside the water, enjoying the warm, evening air. He had brought me to a secluded lake, just him and me. "Yes, and I love you too." He leaned his forehead on mine, then kissed my lips. "You know I love you, right?" He asked, being serious. "What are you doing?" He doesn't usually act like this, surprisingly. "Okay." I giggled, then shut the fridge after grabbing a water. "I want to take you out on a date tonight." He smiled. I mean, he's never talked about anything like marriage, or even about us being together for a long time. Harry and I have been dating for a year and two months.
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