The Beacon [h.s]

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TW: mentions about SA
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Harry Styles

The drive back to the penthouse was a full hour of me contemplating whether or not I should crash into a fucking wall.

Being alone for a long period of time with nothing to do but drive on an endless highway and having to stare at the back of Nyla's car was excruciating. I'm a fucking stupid man. I can't comprehend the fact that I admitted all that shit to her and then allowed her to fuck me into submissiveness.

Jesus, Harry, you are so fucking pathetic.

But as I feel the subtle humiliation from it all, I also feel the relief, and it surprisingly feels really fucking good. It's like a weight has been lifted off my chest now that Nyla knows I don't hate her. Honestly, it was a realization for myself too as I was spewing out my thoughts without a filter.

I don't hate Nyla West. Never thought I'd think those words in my life.

Admitting I don't hate Nyla to her face was scary to say the least. I haven't been that nervous to speak something off my mind ever. I was afraid she'd tell me fuck off because she didn't feel the same. I was afraid she'd...leave me. I was so fucking lucky she stayed sitting on my lap and even allowed me to be that close to her, I did not deserve her, I knew that. But fuck was I selfish.

It was weird for me to speak my feelings out loud. I've never done that before, given my demon of a father that wants me emotionless. I never thought I'd feel better after letting someone else listen to my thoughts, I didn't have to worry about Nyla using that shit against me because she just isn't that type of person. I should've realized that a lot sooner.

The knocking on my window catches my attention, making me turn my head with confusion. Seeing Nyla on the other side, I press the button that automatically rolls it down.

Her playful smile beams at me, a light source in the now darkened sky. "You coming or what?"

I take a minute to understand what she's asking me before I scan my surroundings to see I'm sitting in my parked car with the engine still running at the penthouse building. I must've zoned out for a few minutes.

I shake my head and focus on reality. "Right." I mumble, wiggling my fingers at her as I press the button that closes it, leaving her to see a black window from the outside.

I shut off the engine and unbuckle my seatbelt as I open the door slowly, peeking my head out to make sure Nyla has moved so I swing it open and hop out. She smirks at me as I lock my car, seeing hers parked right next to mine.

"We're gonna be late." She announces with a slight wince. "Like really late."

I raise my eyebrows. "Shit, what time is it?"

"6:50." Nyla answers without looking at her phone. "Just checked before I turned off my car."

I nod and then we both stare at each other. "Well then I guess we're gonna be a little reckless and be late." I say with a growing smirk.

Nyla's lips mirror my own as she starts walking closer to me until she's passed and walking backwards towards the building. "Hurry up, Styles. We don't want to keep the psycho waiting."

Biting my bottom lip, I follow her inside.

The second we walk into the lobby, we meet eyes with Samuel. I get a bit suspicious when I notice Nyla slightly blushing at him and then I follow to where she's looking and notice Samuel's smirk being sent towards her. My hands automatically clenched into fists for a reason I didn't know. I got the ruge to punch Samuel in the fucking face for doing something so simple as smiling at Nyla. Whatever it was, I couldn't stand not knowing what the fuck was going on between them so I puase my steps, allowing Nyla to walk ahead of me and then I switched my place to stand on her right side instead, blocking the view of Samuel to her right.