Save You Tonight. 

Chapter Sixteen.
A One Direction Fan-Fiction.

I stared blankly at the reflection looking back at me in the mirror. "Jewel," I murmured. "Your name is Jewel."
"You're eighteen years old and apparently Niall is some guy you live with. He's in a band called One Direction. Louis, Liam, Harry, and Zayn are the other members," I whispered.
I blinked, trying to pick up any pieces left of my memory. This must be so hard for Niall, I thought. I regained my senses and stumbled out of the bathroom, clearly in a daze. 
Harry was sitting on the sofa, calmly flipping through a magazine. I read the front cover: "Niall Goes On Date With Mystery Girl." The picture was one of me and Niall, splashing around in the salty waves of the beach.
Harry locked eyes with me, and offered a small smile. He patted the space next to him, motioning for me to sit beside him. Cautiously, I walked over and sat down.
"Remembered anything yet?" he asked, putting down the magazine.
I shook my head. "It's so frustrating."
He took my hand, and rubbed circles on my skin with his thumb. "Don't you remember me?"
"You're Harry Styles."
He smirked a little, his green eyes growing darker. "No, I mean do you remember what I was to you."
"Uh, no," I said, confused.
He moved in closer, pressing his mouth softly to mine. He flicked his tongue against my bottom lip, then pulled away and whispered in my ear, "I'm your boyfriend."
My jaw dropped. "Y-You are?"
"Of course I am. Why would I lie to you?"
"I'm...not sure," I stuttered.
His fingers played with the hem of my denim skirt, lifting it up slightly. I gasped, "What are you doing?"
"Relax, babe. This'll be fun," he proceeded to pull off my skirt, then tangled his hand under the strap of my top. I was trembling, unsure of what to do, so I just sat there, frozen.
"Please stop," I finally managed out. I was left in my undergarments, his touch cool on my body.
"Shh, just let me take care of you," he said huskily. He attempted to unclasp my bra, but he fumbled with it, allowing me to move away from him. He looked surprised, but scooted over, hovering over me.
"You shouldn't have done that, sweetheart."
"Harry," I begged. "Please. Don't."
Instead, he ignored me and lifted me up and carried me into his bedroom, locking the door.

UH OH. What's gonna happen?
Note: None of this is real. Harry would never do this to a girl.
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