The Beacon [h.s]

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Harry Styles

This can't be happening.

I step away from the fridge, allowing Nyla to jump off my back. "Give me my phone." She grits out, snatching it right out of my hand. She stands in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the picture on her screen, but her face doesn't show an ounce of shock like I thought it would. It's almost like she's been through this already. And I widen my eyes when I realize.

"You've gotten another photo before, haven't you?" I accuse.

She looks up to me, annoyance resting on her face as she slides her phone in her pocket. "It's none of your business."

I furrow my eyebrows. "It is my business, I'm in the damn picture too."

Also because I know the bitch that's taking them.

"Yeah, and it was taken in front of my house. So how do you think I feel?" She rolls her eyes at me. I have to push down the urge to choke her again, there isn't time for that. She starts walking away from me.

"Where the fuck are you going?" I call out, seeing her walk out of the kitchen. I follow behind.

"Work." Nyla stomps as she heads for the front door, sudden anger surrounds her. I shut the door closed when she tries opening it to leave. A glare is sent my way. "Open the door, Harry." Her jaw clenches.

"She sent you another picture before this one. Am I right?" I don't back down, she wouldn't be acting this calm if this was the first image she's seen.

Her eyebrows then furrow, eyes widening. "She? You know who took the pictures?"

I huff when she still doesn't answer my question. "Jesus, answer my damn question. Did you get another picture or not?"

"Yes! I got one over the weekend and I've been paranoid ever since!" Her voice raises.

"Show me the picture." I demand, but Nyla simply stares at me. "Right now."

She started shaking her head, it only made me more irritable. "No." Her stupid attitude comes out, she grabs the door handle to try and pull it open. I slam it shut again. "Open the door!" She whips her head to me and screams.

I scoff, I couldn't tolerate her attitude anymore. "Alright, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yell back.

"Oh, nothing! I've just been sent two pictures of myself in the past three days which helps me know that some stranger has been stalking me, and not to mention at my own house where my own safety as well as my mother's, who lives alone during the week, could be in danger!" Nyla takes deep breaths after her rant. Her chest heaves up and down, our eyes never leaving each other's.

But I know she's right. Hell, even I was caught off guard from the damn picture Sydeny sent me on Friday. "Are you done?" I raise my eyebrows.

She lets out a dry humorless laugh. "This is exactly why I didn't want you to take my phone." And I forgot my hand wasn't on the door handle anymore so she was too quick for me to stop her as she slipped out the front door.

I groan in frustration, snatching the keys and leaving the penthouse. I lock up before I follow her to the elevators. "Nyla, wait up." I see her get into the elevator, not even holding the door open. Right before they closed, I held out my hand to stop the doors from closing and went inside. With a glare at her, I lean against the side wall as the door re-closes.

"Why the hell are you mad at me? You think I like this?" I look at her side profile, she faces the door.

She turns and squints her eyes at me. "You choked me twice, threatened to kill me, and took my phone when I didn't want you to, all in the span of this morning. Answer that question yourself." She bites out and turns away from me.