Mr. Styles

Chapter 72

Harry's P. O. V.

Zayn informed me that he doesn't really allow Niall to eat too much sweets and I'm now starting to see why. He ate three slices of cheese cake, like ten cookies, and then a big cup of fruit punch. I wouldn't even be surprised if he has a cavity by tomorrow morning.

Then of course, Louis joined him in scarfing down sugar and jumping from wall to wall.

Zayn groaned and plopped down in between Liam and I on the couch. "This is all your fucking fault Styles." I rubbed my temple seeing both Louis and Niall sprint past us laughing their bloody heads off. "I didn't know he would react like this."

"How the fuck are we supposed to sleep?" Liam chimed in.

I shrugged my shoulders. "How am I supposed to know. I already solved the first issue and got Niall to stop crying and carrying on, so how about you think of something to fucking fix this." I had no clue how to make these two hyper beasts settle down and I didn't have any drugs or anything to give them so both Zayn and Liam are out of luck.

"Harry!" I heard from up the stairs. I sent Elena up to take a shower and start to wind down so we could be ready for the flight tomorrow. She was pretty much heartbroken about what happened to Niall and of course she blamed herself for it but he assured her that he felt fine. Plus from what I've seen, he doesn't feel a thing.

"I'll be back, boys."

I quickly jogged up the steps and into my bedroom seeing Elena standing in front of an empty suitcase in just her towel. "Baby you gotta put some clothes in there."

She sighed and plopped down onto my bed causing her wet hair to go everywhere. "Harry this is gonna take foreverrrr. Why can't you just do it?" I raised an eyebrow. "Sweetheart do I look like your butler?"

She rolled her eyes.

Hmm... I can see she's a bit bold today.

"Harry..." she whined. "I don't even know what to put in there." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "Baby it's a suitcase. What do you think you put in there?"

"I know what you put in there, Harry. I just don't know how much stuff to bring with me. I mean how am I supposed to choose what goes in there and what doesn't?" She sat up and brought her knees to her chest giving me a full view of her pussy. I could feel myself hardening and I quickly averted my eyes elsewhere. I cleared my throat. "How about you think about the weather back home? Pack for the temperature that we usually have there."

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. What are you packing?" I shrugged. "Eh maybe a couple of outfits for work and then some comfortable stuff to wear around the house. Nothing too much." To be honest, I don't really need to pack anything because I keep clothes here and at home. It's just easier that way so I can travel lighter.

"Do you have to go to work?" She pouted.

I nodded. "Yes. How am I supposed to pay the bills around here and keep your cute little booty fed if I don't go to work?" I dig into my drawer and pulled out a pair of my boxers and one of my old Rolling Stones t-shirts and helped her to slip into them. She doesn't really wear my clothes often but I just fucking love it when she does.

"Alright love, is there anything you know for sure that you won't wear?" I dug through her side of the closet and pretty much pulled out everything. She doesn't really have much stuff anyway so maybe she should just pack everything?

"Elena, what do you wanna leave here?"

There was silence.

"H-Harry..." she whimpered.

My eyes met hers and her face was full of panic. My eyes traveled down her body and my heart stopped seeing blood trickle down her trembling legs. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying my best to control my anger. I can't deal with this anymore. I can't stand to watch her suffer from what that fucker did to her. Now he's fucking dead resting in peace while Elena is here bleeding for something he did.

Since he's gone, I'll have to take my anger out on the best best thing... Lucille.

Just like that, I couldn't think straight. I punched a hole through the back of my closet and pulled out my guns. This is it.

"H-Harry... w-what are you doing?!" I could feel Elena's presence behind me but I couldn't bare to look at her. I don't want her to be like this. I want her to be happy and healthy. "Elena!" I growled, not even realizing. "Sit! I have to leave and I need to take care of something! I don't wanna hear a bloody peep out of you! D-Do you understand?!"

Before she could answer, I grabbed my phone and called Vince to tell him to meet me with the helicopter in thirty minutes.

I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and bolted down the stairs. I need to kill her. That was all I could think about.

"Harry lad, what's-"

I didn't get to hear the full sentence. Before he could finish I was already out the door.

I'm coming for that bitch.