Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Ten

Harry’s Point of View:

“She has no business talking to people like you….”

It seemed as though those words echoed in my mind, teasing  at the fact that it was the truth. Jaycee really didn’t have any business talking to someone like me, and I had no business talking to her either. I just figured I could try something with her – a friendship or something.

Other than those harsh words her father spoke, I also contemplated the idea of the money ending up in my pocket. I tried to retrace all of my steps, but nothing was making sense. For the past couple of days working for the Fiscella family, all I’ve d0ne was worked. For a couple of minutes, I stopped and talked to Jay, but that was all. Plus, after the last incident at another job I worked at, I would never make that mistake again; no matter how needy I would become. I’ve learned my lesson and I would never go back to that, especially after what Des did to me.

Everything in me said to stay away from home because if Des came home and saw me there, he would know something was wrong. I didn’t know why I worried so much though, Frank made it very clear that he was planning on calling him and telling him how much of a ‘thief’ and ‘con-artist’ I am. Even repeating those words in my head ‘thief’ and ‘con’ made me grit my teeth out of anger in frustration. I could feel my blood boiling inside and my heart was racing violently against my chest. Something had to take my mind off of this because I felt as if I were to strangle someone. With my fists clenched violently together, I tugged them inside my coat pocket and proceeded to walk faster than before.

“You’re a thief, a crook, a con-artist…”

                                                     “You’re better off!”

                                                                    “Why can’t you get anything right?!”

All of these things; all of these things that have been said to me for so many years – they were finally starting to get to me. The more I thought about them, the faster my heart beat, the fast I walked and the more violent I’ve become. I needed to blow this steam otherwise I was going to hurt someone – really hurt someone. The only place I knew where to go in order to calm myself was the gym.

When I got there, I passed all of the guys warming up and went straight for my favorite punching bag. “Hey Styles,” Dan, the gym manager, said as he punched one of the other bags. I didn’t look at him, all I did was set my gloves on and focused on the bag. My imagination made me think I was hitting Des or Frank, and that eased my nerves with every violent swing to the bag. I could hear the guy calling me, but I focused on my punches and as these thoughts proceeded, my hits became harder and faster, making the bag fly backwards violently with every hit.

“Harry!” Dan shouted this time, his hand gripping my shoulder. When I felt it, I immediately jerked away from him and pushed him off of me. The impact of my push had him falling back, hitting his back against the wall. After that, everyone in the gym stopped what they were doing and looked at us. My eyes were set on him, and I was breathing heavily, nastily. I felt my hands clench together again and my fingernails dug into the fabric of the glove. Perspiration dripped down the veins on my neck and my curls were now a sweaty mess, glued to the sides of my forehead. I could now keep track of my breathing and my eyes slowly scanned across the gym. When everyone noticed me doing so, they immediately looked away, almost as if they were embarrassed in watching me.

Dan pulled himself together, pushing his body weight off of the wall and he approached me, almost in a threatening way. I never fought with him before, but if that’s what this was going to end up being, then I was fine with that. In a way – I wanted to get into some type of brawl, it would relief the obvious  tension I was feeling.  Even though Dan was fairly bigger than me, maybe not in height, but definitely in muscular strength, I knew that with the adrenaline I had in me, I would be able to knock him out.