EDGE (H.S.)

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Feel it a little, feel it a lot
I'm swimmin' a bit, but deeper in thought
Keepin' my head on top of my shoulders
Into some shit, I'm out of the box

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Chapter 30

Renny's Pov.

"I'll see you tomorrow Renny." "Thanks Edie!" I smiled as I got out and headed inside of my building.

I haven't seen Harry in two days. We got home Monday morning but it's Wednesday night now. I hate to say i'm having withdrawals. I've grown to like being around him and I hate that.

He texted me this morning asking what I was doing tonight. He wanted me to stay which I told him yes to but he ended up texting me this afternoon saying he had to cancel because a 'work thing came up'. I know he's lying but I didn't question it. I have to get used to him doing weird shit and not talking to me for days. That's just how he is.

I walked up the stairs before feeling someone grab my waist from behind and forcefully pull me against them.

A gasp left my mouth as my body suddenly panicked.

"Let's talk, yeah?" A voice I wasn't familiar with spoke into my ear, a hand covering my mouth from making a peep but my breathe was erratic.

Suddenly the person was pushing me back down the stairs and into the lobby again, the heat from their chest not feeling comfortable.

I felt my heart racing, my breathe was erratic in my chest and my palms were starting to sweat. I didn't fight back, not knowing the consequences of that action.

"No wonder Styles likes you. Little obedient bitch huh?" The man, who I still couldn't see, laughed.

Suddenly he opened an electrical closet and shoved me in it before closing it behind him, my eyes finally being able to see him.

His hair was black, his eyes were dark, his skin was pale and he looked fucking creepy. He had tattoos up his neck and I was starting to get a bit more scared. I don't know him. I've never seen this guy.

Wait, did he mention Harry? How the fuck does he know Harry?

"Seem confused." "What do you want?" "I'm a friend of a friend."

I just furrowed my brows, really hoping he doesn't mean a friend of Harry's.

"Gerald." He smiled with an evil little laugh.

Fuck.

"Yeah...that's more the reaction I was looking for. Scared little eyes. You're obvious you know that? It's clear you're so fucking scared right now. As you should be I guess." He shrugged. "But you see...Gerald is really unhappy with you."

The closet felt like it was closing in on me right now.

"You know who he's even more unhappy with?" He smirked and I just stood still, not giving any reaction. "Styles." He smiled. "So let me just dumb all of that down for you blondie...the more time you spend with Styles, the more danger you're putting him in. He knows you two most likely fuck. Not that I could blame Styles for that...seems like you're a lot of fun." His eyes raked down my body and I tried to keep my composure but I was getting even more nervous.