For the past few days the love-bite clung to my neck like a magnet. I tried to cover it with makeup but even mounts of foundation couldn't make me forget about it, or how it came to me. I could barely believe Harry had done that; in front of my new friends, his girlfriend, and every boy in school. Just to prove that he wanted me, and apparently the hickey was proof that he now owned me. I belong to him now, and no other boy could touch me.

Why me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I hadn't done anything to influence him, I just minded my own business like I'd always done. I couldn't imagine what made him claim somebody like me. I was just plain, boring Beth; the ginger-haired nerd with freak friends. But I'm not even that anymore. According to Harry Styles, I belong to him now.

Meg told mum and dad what Harry had done to me; dad was out-raged while mum was in denial.

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted that boy!" Dad pounded his fist against the coffee table "I knew he was trouble from the minute I saw him!"

"But he seems like such a sweet boy!" mum defended him "Maybe Beth had him confused with somebody else"

"She's not daft mum, and neither am I!" Meg defended "Almost the entire school saw it; he pinned Bethy against the lockers, forced the hickey on her and told the majority of boys that Beth belonged to him!"

"She most certainly does not!" Dad roared "Beth can date any boy she wishes, except for him! I don't trust him and I don't want to see him around Beth again"

"At least let me talk to Anne about it" Mum begged "She's bound to know what happened"

"Anne does seem like a nice woman" dad considered "Alright, have a talk with Anne and see what she has to say; but for now I don't want Beth anywhere near that boy"

"You don't have to tell me dad" I said "I don't want Harry, and I certainly don't like him"

"Thank you sweetheart" he kissed my forehead "Now I want you and Meg to stick together until this whole thing blows over, I know that she can keep a watchful eye on you"

I went up to my bedroom with Meg. I collapsed onto my back; the ocean-blue mattress cover seemed to welcome my body comfortably. Meg curled onto her side beside me; her head lolled onto my shoulder as her arms slid around my waist.

"He won't touch you" she said "I won't let him"

Harry

It was late at night. I watched her from my bedroom window, reading a dog-eared copy of Pride and prejudice. Bethany. Her fiery hair fell like live flames down her back, so beautiful. Her thin, crème nightgown clung tightly to her skin; emphasizing each and every body curve. And she wonders why I want her so much. She's not like Taylor; she's all makeup and skanky clothes. Bethany's different; there's no need for her to put on makeup or put herself out. And she barely talks, which makes me curious about her. She doesn't flirt like the other girls, in fact, she doesn't even bother.

As I fell out of consciousness shades of harsh white began to take place in my head. I was in my bathroom; steam flowed from the shower curtain, which meant the shower was turned on. I slowly began stripping my clothes off; yanking off my jeans, my shirt and eventually my boxers. So I'm taking a shower, why is that such a strange dream? I didn't take into account whether or not there was anyone actually in the shower. As I pulled back the curtain, I found her on the other side.

Bethany stood underneath the shower nozzle; droplets of water clung to her body as the steam surrounded us both. I want her body, I need her body. Her lips quiver gently; I want to feel her lips against mine, so badly. I took a step towards her; nestling my fingers into her dripping wet hair, her scalp warm under my touch. I drew her towards me, I could already feel the water from her body pressing towards mine. Before I could think I crushed her mouth with mine; the taste of her was an addiction for me, I needed more and more.

I shoved her against the tiled wall; wrapping my arms around her waist before kissing her harder. Her breasts flattened again my chest, the feel of them was soft like satin. She flung her arms around my neck, her arms hot and clammy around me. My body crushed hers against the tiled wall; I felt her body moulding into mine, every single limb tangled with mine.

"You're so hot!" I panted into her ear "I want you; your body, your mind and your soul"

"Then I'm yours for the taking" she whimpered.

Our bodies slid downwards, collapsing into the bathtub that cocoons our bodies. I felt the water pelting onto my back as I lay on top of her; our bodies were slick with a mixture of sweat and water. I felt both breasts In my palms, then made my way between her legs. I slung both calves around my waist, settling between her hips. I burrowed into her as she let out a gentle moan.

Again and again, her body welcomed me into hers. She felt great; better than Nicole, and much better than Taylor. She wasn't just some meaningless shag, she was the real thing. The best I've ever had. She had me going faster, harder. I wanted her to scream, to cry out my name.

"Say my name" I growled "I want to hear it! I want you to know whose doing this to you"

"Harry" she moaned "Harry!"

"Say it!" I groaned.

"oh, HARRY!" she cried.

I kissed her neck, sucking and biting at her skin as I began to slow down. Her hair smelt like strawberries as I gripped at it tightly. When we were finally finished she let out a scream; the orgasm washed through her body quickly, making it writher gently underneath me. The orgasm hit me too; I buried my face into her neck as I let out a growl. I had screw plenty of girls before, but none of them even compare to Bethany. And this was only a dream. Imagine how good she would feel in real life.

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I woke up around nine. It was a Saturday luckily, even the weather was decent. I tugged on a pair of boxers and made my way downstairs; mum was saying goodbye to one of our neighbours, Bethany's mum. She found me at the kitchen counter, half-way through my toast. Her face had a strong, stern look to it as she made eye-contact with me.

"That was one of our Neighbours, Holly" she said "According to her daughters, you've been causing trouble with her youngest girl, Beth"

"What kind of trouble?" I ask innocently.

"You know what kind of trouble Harry Edward Styles!" she scolds "First Hannah, then Nicole and now Bethany! She is a respectable girl, and a very nice girl too. I won't have you breaking her heart when she hasn't done anything wrong"

"I haven't been causing trouble with her! She's a nice enough girl, but I don't want her" I felt like shit for lying, but I had to.

"If you're only using her for your own enjoyment then I'll have no choice but to ground you. Taylor may have been willing to get with you but Bethany is a nice girl, and she doesn't deserve to be used"

"I am not using her, and if it makes you happy I won't go near her" I brushed her off as I went back upstairs.

Silly, silly Bethany. She thinks I have no control over her, that she can see and speak to whoever she wants. Boy, is she wrong. She is mine. The others boys in school know not to touch her now; I've been threatening to 'claim' somebody for as long as I've been at that school; if any boy even tries to talk to her they will see that I am not joking. I won't share her with anybody, not even her sister. I own her now, every single inch of her. 

Well that was intense! So now you all have an insight of Harry's dirty mind. I will admit, it was real awkward for me to write, but I hope it's worth it. Please give it a read if you like chapter five, I know its kind dirty but this story is rated PG13, so no complaints please! that's about it! Julz xox