The Beacon [h.s]

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Harry Styles

I may have overdone it.

Huffing, I take quick steps in Nyla's path while dodging people that block my way to the furious girl who doesn't slow her pace. Her long straight hair flows delicately behind her, a complete contrast to the irritation and anger bubbling beneath her skin.

It doesn't take me long to reach her, I'm about four steps away as I extend my arm out in order to hold her shoulder. "Ny—"

Until someone stands right in front of me, allowing Nyla to slip right past my fingers in a second.

"Harry! Nice to see you again, it's been a while, no?"

I don't need to look at the man in front of me to know who's speaking. I try to keep my eyes on the back of Nyla's head, but I'm straining at this point. I glance at Willard while clenching my teeth in frustration before looking back up only to notice I've lost Nyla in the crowd already.

Fuck.

Exhaling a sharp breath, I flick my eyes back to Willard whose eyebrows are slightly creased before he's glancing behind him to where I was just looking for Nyla. He hooks a thumb over his shoulder before saying, "You looking for someone?"

When I'm about to confirm and tell him to fuck off, I meet eyes with my father from across the room. He was already staring at me before I even noticed him, meaning he probably saw me going after Nyla. My father shakes his head slowly so that only I would notice before giving me stern eyes. I didn't need another look from him to know what he meant.

I look away from my father and run a hand through my hair, doing everything in my power to not rip my fucking hair out with the amount of anger coursing through my body currently. The silence between Willard and I is starting to get uncomfortable so I finally speak.

"No. I wasn't looking for anyone." I casually say.

During these so called work parties, our clients are all invited in order to discuss trades between other companies, jobs that need to be done, prices for these jobs, the drug buisness, basically any type of illegal shit you can think of, but here we do it with expensive champagne while dressed in fucking suits and gowns.

Willard is my father's biggest client. He's the head of the company in which our company profits the most from. We produce and sell drugs, while also taking requests to get jobs done, which clients give to my father, which he then gives me to complete. Willard is our number one buyer for our drugs while also keeping the number one spot for the amount of jobs he requests me to do. I've killed too many fucking people and more than half of them are because of this man standing before me. So you can say I don't take a huge liking towards him.

"I was just speaking to your father over there," Willard glances behind him while I spot my father again. He's busy speaking to women ten times younger than him, laughing at their fucking jokes, blatantly flirting with them like Mum isn't even in a piece of his mind.

Willard turns his head towards me again, a smirk is held on his mouth. "We were just discussing some jobs I'd like you to complete for—"

"Yeah, sure." I cut him off before my eyes glance behind him again as I search for Nyla. She's still nowhere to be seen.

I didn't notice that Willard hadn't spoken for a few moments before I glanced back at him again and saw that his smirk had grown wider while he was simply staring at me. Furrowing my eyebrows slightly, I say, "What?"

"Got a special girl, huh?" He nudges my shoulder with his hand, and I do everything in my power not to grab it and snap his hand in half.

Seeing how this is going, I unclench my teeth and breathe out a laugh. "No, no one special." I shake my head slowly, denying.