Alright, so first things first, I'm gonna be doing mostly Beth's point of view in the story with a hint of Harry. So Harry does come off as possessive but he does have a sweeter side, just not sure when it's gonna come out yet! That's it for now! Julz xox

It was a Sunday morning. I finally had the house to myself for the first time; mum and dad have gone to one of their big meetings, and Meg had driven out to London to visit her boyfriend. So it was just me, with the entire day to myself. Well, not really. There was an audition at the performing arts centre for their ballet production of 'The nutcracker', and I had been rehearsing my audition piece all the night before.

I loved dancing. Not the sweaty, grinding kind that boys find hot; the old-fashioned ballet that was always choreographed to perfection. I had spent ten years at a ballet centre in London; apparently my body-shape was made perfectly for dancing, I just had to put in the hard-work of learning to dance. I loved ballet; it made me feel so free and happy. It also made a good distraction from Harry, whom I had not seen all weekend. Thank god. His touch felt rough and forceful against me; I didn't know what to make of the feeling just yet, but I'm sure that it wasn't a good one.

Using the GPS on my phone, I walked over to the performing arts centre in Holmes Chapel. I wore a pair of floral leggings, a mini-dress and knee-high boots. Luckily it was cold again, so I didn't over-heat with my leotard underneath. Today I wasn't Harry's, I was only a ballet dancer.

I finally found the performing arts centre; a nice, grand building that looked expensively furbished. I entered the building with butterflies in my stomach; what if they don't like my dancing? What if they're looking for more pretty, high-maintenance girls? I would sure be screwed if that were true, and there's only one way to find out.

I entered the audition room to find small groups of girls warming up by the ballet bar; some of them were wearing their own leotards like me, while others wore matching gear from the centre's ballet school. amoungst the dancers I spotted Dawn warming up, she waved me over and I sighed in relief at her friendliness.

"Are you here for the auditions too?" she asked me.

"Yeah, Anne Styles, our new neighbour mentioned it over our house-warming dinner, so I thought I'd give it a go"

"Awesome! I didn't know you were a dancer"

"Not many people do; I'm a school nerd so people don't usually bother in finding out the rest"

"Ditto" she said "Everyone thinks I'm a swatty nerd who doesn't get wasted at parties and spends her weekends doing her homework. But I do love dancing, it..."

"Takes the stress away?" I finished her sentence, we both giggled.

"Exactly! And do you know Anne Styles?"

"Yeah, she's Harry's mum, and also my neighbour, why?"

"Because she's one of the audition judges! She's sure to take you into consideration!"

"I hope so, I've never done the nutcracker before"

"Me neither, it should be great!" she said excitedly.

"Which part are you auditioning for?" I asked her.

"One of the fairies, that's what most of the girls here are trying out for. Most girls are too terrified to try out for Clara, in case they get turned down"

"Well I'm trying out for Clara" I said confidently "Somebody has to"

"But that means that..." Dawn looked panicky.

"What's wrong? Spit it out"

"You'll be accompanied by Harry for the...dance training"

"Harry dances?" I asked, astounded.

"Yeah; he practically grew up in the studio because his mum worked here so much, and his sister was a dancer as well. But now he just see's this place as a source for quick hook-ups for ballerinas"

"That's disgusting"

"And now that you're here he'll just keep showing up! Everybody knows that he's marked you, according to that love-bite, no other boy in this town can touch you. You belong to Harry now" she said gravely.

"I wish I didn't!" I hissed "I wish he'd just leave me alone, I didn't do anything to him. And what can he even do? He can't make me like him!"

"Beth you don't understand! Harry Styles can have any girl he wants in this town, and if they even try to resist he'll mark them. There's only been one other girl that he has almost marked, but she was already with this other guy. Her name is Hannah, and she actually had the guts to warn all of the other girls about what Harry tried to do. He got his revenge on her though, it was horrible!"

"What did he do?"

"He had his little gang of followers beat up her and her boyfriend! Her boyfriend was okay but she ended up in hospital for almost two weeks! She's okay now but the beating damaged her vision so she has to wear glasses, and after all that Harry still hadn't come clean about it"

"Auditions are now beginning!" the voice over the speaker announced "Those auditioning for Clara, line up and take a number"

I lined up with four other girls. The girl behind me looked about Meg's age; she was tall, lean and had a graceful figure. Complete with olive, glowing skin and dark-brown hair, she was definitely a popular girl.

"You're the one who tried to refuse Harry Styles, aren't you?" she whispered, I nodded "Don't worry, I've got your back"

We enter the auditorium one by one, nerves bubble inside my stomach but I quickly swallow them down. Harry had no right to make me nervous, he had no say in who gets the role. The remaining three of us were told to stand and wait while the first girl took the stage. This is going to be one, long audition.

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Alright Bethany, you're up!" Anne announced from behind her desk. I took the stage after dabbing the pointe shoes in the floor powder. Of course I've danced en pointe before, but never on a stage like this.

"What will you be sharing with us today?" One of the male judges said.

"A piece I've put together at my old school" I said "It goes to the song 'hall of fame'"

Once the music was switched on, I began dancing. When I danced I felt as if I'd been doing it forever. Twirling, leaping and pirouetting made me feel as if I were in mid-air; floating and weightless. I just felt everything else drifting away, melting into the music. I love that song hall of fame, the piano piece was beautiful. That was what I had focused my dancing around; not the lyrics or the tempo, just the piano part.

Once I was done I looked back over to the judges to see a very impressed smile on Anne's face. At the auditorium doors I had only just noticed Harry standing there, applauding.

"Thank you Bethany" Anne gushed "You'll definitely be hearing from us!"

"Thank you" I blushed, quickly jumping off-stage.

I tried to brush past Harry, but he had caught me too quickly.

"Nuh uh, uh" he tutted "You're coming with me"

He dragged me into the dressing rooms, locking the door behind him. He grabbed me by my elbows and shoved me against the wall. I felt his body slam into mine; his hands pinned my arms to my sides as he leaned in close.

"I saw you dancing" he whispered "You've got a hot body, and I want it" his eyes raked over the curves of my body, grinning at sight of me.

"P-please, leave me alone" I whimpered.

"I can't do that now Bethany, you're mine, understand? mine"

His head tilted down, angling so his mouth met my neck. He slowly left hard, wet kisses along the crook of my neck; I really hated to admit it, but it actually felt...good. His lips burnt my skin, filling my body with sensational tingles. His hand slid up my thigh, gripping the left side of my bum as he came higher. I've never been touched like this before; I've never had a boys hands on me like this, and I've certainly never kissed one.

Suddenly his lips edge closer to mine; already I could taste the cool, peppermint scent of his breath as it washed over my mouth. His irresistible lips brush over mine, this is the closest thing I've ever had to a kiss. But then he pulls back, giving me his usual smirk.

"Not here" he said "Kissing you wouldn't be special enough in a changing room, it will happen somewhere else"

"What makes you think I'd let you kiss me?" I said confidently.

"Silly Bethany" he cooed "You don't have a choice in the matter. Now you will meet me at the park closest to our neighbourhood tomorrow after school; come alone and don't tell your parents or sister that you're meeting me" he finally backed away from me, giving me some space to breath "Oh, and wear something nice"

"Why?" I asked him.

"I am taking you on a date" he said, unlocking the dressing room door and leaving quickly.

Harry Styles is taking me on a date. Not only is this the first date I've ever been on, it's also the scariest. When I tried to push him away again he just smirked at me, as if he finds unwillingness humorous. Now he's forcing me into a date with him, at the park, alone. What am I going to do?

 Chapter six is here! I know I don't have a lot of reads on this story but I'm grateful for the ones I have. I know he hasn't kissed her yet but the kiss will come soon, just have a little patience grasshoppers! (Catch phrase from TV) anyways, a link of the song hall of fame will be on the side, that's all for now! Julz xox