"Harry."

He sat up and got off of the bed, standing straight in front of me. There was something in his eyes that I can't quite point it out. I wanted to ask him, but I'm afraid he'll just get angry all over again and it won't be pretty.

"Get dressed, we're going somewhere." He spoked, turning his back towards me as he went towards the cabinet. I blinked my eyes, not sure what I heard was right. He must've sense my confusion because he turn to face me once again, "I said, we are going somewhere so go get dressed. I'm not repeating it again."

Just in time, Grace walked in our room with clothes in her hands. "I'll dress her up. She won't be able to do so in her current state." Remembering, Harry looked down at me, probably eyeing my injuries that he caused. I must be imagining that I saw sympathy in those eyes.

"Make it quick." He curtly said and walked out the room. Yup, definitely my imagination. Grace helped me stand up from the bed, despite my protests. She asked me to go and wash my face.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face as she said. I walked back to her just as she was finished setting her make up on the table. "Sit down please," Grace mumbled, I did without hesitance. Clipping my stray hairs away, she started to do my make up. I just sat there, hoping it would be finished before my neck starts to hurt.

"Done." Grace finally said, I directly looked at the mirror to look at my reflection. Even if I feel bruised and battered, I still managed to look presentable. "This is the dress Harry wants you to wear," I turn to see what kind of dress he got me. It was a black laced dress with long sleeves, but what made me widen my eyes is that the back was exposed. What the hell?

As Grace helped me to put the dress on, a lot of thoughts raced through my mind. Where is he taking me? Is he going to kill me? Why is he asking me to dress up? And most of all, why does he want to take me somewhere?

When Grace finished zipping the dress, I couldn't help but grimace at it. It was too short for my liking, too sexy. I was putting the matching heels on that Grace gave me, that's when Harry walked in. I looked down at the floor, but even if I do, I could feel the heat if his gaze on me.

"Out."

Grace didn't have to be told twice and ran out of the room. I looked up to already see him staring at me intently. I silently watch his green eyes turn dark until they were solid black. I held my breath, waiting for Harry's reaction, his comments, anything.

"Stand up." He ordered, I did what I was told to. Harry ran his fingers on the garment above my chest, I stood still. "It looks sinful," He drawled lowly, fingers trailing down to my exposed cleavage, making goosebumps appear on my skin. "Just like I imagined it in you."

He suddenly placed his hand around my throat, squeezing it, but not enough to choke me. It just made me alarmed. I gasped lightly, startled when he dipped down his head and boldly lick my neck with his tongue.

"Harry," I mumbled out weakly, trying to push him away from me. Still he won't budge, and continued to lick the skin there. Harry started to suck an area under my ear, I bit my lips to prevent my moans from spilling out of my lips. It's a good thing I had my arms around his neck, or I would've fell on the floor.

I felt him blow on the stinging skin before lifting his head, Harry looked into my eyes. "I want to f.uck you." I widen my eyes in horror and shock.

A knock on the door snapped us back to reality. I parted from him just when Zayn entered the room. He must have sense the tension in the room by the way he is looking at us. "Did I interrupt something?" I can just guess how I look right now, flustered and shock.

"No, no you didn't." Harry answered casually as if nothing happened between us just a second ago. "In fact, we were just about to head out." I slightly frowned at him, I mean he is not even dressed. Zayn looked between the two of us, until he gave us a nod. "Okay then, meet you two downstairs." He disappeared from our view after he closed the door behind him. I didn't know I was holding my breath until I let it out.

I felt him invading my personal space once again, his arms turning me around to face him. Harry lifted his hand and ran his index finger on my lips, making me part them.

"We'll continue this later."

His words alone scared me as he held my hand, pulling me with him. He slowed down when I hissed out a bit, the wounds still bothering me. "Wait, you are not even dressed." I managed to speak out, looking down at the stairs. Once I looked up again, I was surprised at what I saw.

Harry was already wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt underneath and black skinny jeans, looking like the devil he is. A smirk graced his pink plump lips, "Like what you see?" Looking away in embarrassment, I cleared my throat. "Let's just go."

Wait, I don't even know where we are going.

"By the way, where are we going?" I questioned as reached the living room. Grace was wearing a black plain dress and heels, beside her was Zayn. He was wearing a black polo and skinny jeans, hair gelled into a quiff.

"You'll know when we get there." He simply said and walked towards them. "Let's go."

Nodding, Zayn took Grace's hand and both disappeared into a thick layer of black smoke. Guess Malik is a demon too. Harry took my hands, "I just want to make things clear here Lucinda," His voice filled with authority, "Don't make a scene, don't even dare escape from me if you know what's good for you. Don't talk back to me and most importantly, don't talk to strangers. These people who I'll be meeting tonight are just like me. So don't talk unless I say so, got it?"

"Yes Harry," I answered stiffly, even if I didn't want him to order me around. I guess I should follow his rules because these people he wants to meet are just like him, devils. Harry sighed deeply, caressing my cheek before taking my hand and teleported. The black smoke encasing our body like last time.

The beige walls of the mansion faded and turned into a shade of red. The ceilings became higher and the lights were dim. I turn to observe my surroundings, the atmosphere went from silent to exciting in a weird way.

"Harry Styles," A man, probably one of the security here due to his outfit, approached us. "This way Sir." Harry merely stared at the man as he leads us to a different place. On the way, I eyed the guests that we were passing by. They were holding glasses in their hands, eyeing us at the same time.

"Lucinda," Harry whispered lowly, catching my attention. I diverted my gaze away from those people. Well, what seems to be people. We continued to follow the man into the hallway. He stopped in front of a mahogany door with elegant carvings on it. We both stopped, the man opening the door, "Here it is Mr. Styles." Without so much of a 'thank you', Harry walked passed him with me in tow.

I scanned the place with curiosity, the room having two levels filled with people, the smell of smoke and sweat hanging in the atmosphere. Harry snatched two glasses from a waiter passing by us, giving one to me. I frowned at the pink bubbling drink before accepting it once he gave me a look of confusion.

"Harry," Niall came running towards us with a huge grin on his face, wearing all black. "The party has not even started yet and it is already pumping up, get what I mean?"

"I know what you mean," Harry answered, tho he is not interested as he seems. Turning his gaze from the man beside me, Niall turn to face me before eying my outfit from head to toe. A wolf whistle left his lips, "No wonder he wants you around Lucinda." I frown at his comment, Harry shook his head at Niall. "Now I do know why-"

"That's enough Horan."

Lifting his hands in surrender, Niall started to back away. "Alright, alright. You don't have to chew my ass for it. I'm going." The blond ran away, disappearing into the sea of people. Sipping my drink, I couldn't help but mentally shake my head at Niall's antics.

"Styles."

I sharply turn my head to see a red headed woman walking towards Harry, swaying her hips as she does. The red tight dress hugging her curves, making her cleavage visible to everyone's eyes. Six inched heels making her taller than I am. Who is she? Blue eyes shifted between me and Harry, but her gaze stayed longer on him.

"Sonya, you're here."

"I never miss a gathering," She pointed out. "Who's this?" Harry faced me after taking a sip of his drink, which seems to be red wine, "Her name is Lucinda Mackenzie. Lucinda, this is Sonya."

"Hello, nice to meet you." I squeaked out, hoping I didn't sound like an idiot. "Cute," Sonya mumbled, unimpressed. Should've known this woman is a b.itch. She face Harry, smiling sweetly at him, "I'm here to inform you that the meeting is about to start."

Meeting?

"Yes, of course." Handing me his glass, he fixes his leather jacket. "I'll be back, don't do anything foolish if you want to live. Sonya here would lead you to Grace." Sonya raised an eyebrow when he mentioned her name. I could already tell she doesn't like me.

"No, it's alright. I can manage on my own," I spoke, which made Harry stare at me in anger. "Let her be Harry, she told you she can manage on her own." She purred softly, placing her hand on his shoulder and pulling him towards her.

I couldn't help but be disgusted by her actions. Without much of a word, Harry turn his back on me and followed Sonya. My eyes widen a bit when she waved goodbye at me, a small smile on her lips. The nerve of some people- Wait, hold the phone. Why am I feeling this way? No, I'm not...jealous. It can't be it.

Angry at red head, at d.ickhead Harry, and at my 'jealousy', I lifted the glass to drink Harry's wine. I grimaced when I tasted it, it didn't taste like red wine. It tasted like, blood.