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[ II ]

I am so shock right now. I'm just staring at him with my mouth wide open and my hand still gripping the door knob.

He is searching for something in my refrigerator now. What the hell I suppose to do? He looks so strong and intimidating with his tall body and those tattoos. There is no way I could win if I fight him. What about threat? Maybe it will works.

I walk to the kitchen and standing behind him. I yank the back of his black t-shirt.

"What?" He harshly asks.

"Go out now or..." I can't even finish my sentence before he cuts me off.

"Or what, huh?" He chalengges me.

"Or I will call the security." Honestly, I'm not sure if I will call the security because I don't want make this looks so serious.

"Don't you dare to fucking threatening me! What the hell happened to you anyway, did you lose your fucking memory?" He yells at me. Who does he think he is? Even my dad never yelled at me.

I ignore him and walk to the door.

"Where are you going?" He asks when I'm at the doorway.

I ignore him again and keep walking. But when I reach the hallway, I hear rustling voice behind me and suddenly I feel his arm wrapped around my waist. He drags me back to the apartment. I'm struggling to get free from his arm but he doesn't even budge, he is too strong.

When we get back to the apartment, he doesn't take his hand off of me, instead he walks to the bathroom, pushes me in and shuts the door. I try to turn the door knob but it's locked.

"Let me out!" I hit the the door multiple times, hoping that he would comeback and unlock the door.

"Shut the hell up, Hannah!" Hannah? Who is Hannah? "If you keep hitting the god damned door, I will tie your hands!" He practically screams.

I stop my action and sit on the toilet. I don't know what to do, I just hope it won't get any worse.

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Harry's POV

I woke up with a massive headache. My head felt so heavy, like someone sitting on it. Hannah's question last night makes it worse. Why did she ask that kind of question? 'Who are you' what the fuck was that? She does really know who I am, I am her friend and I've been here before.

I'm actually felt a slightly strange when I saw her last night, she looked prettier and her hair is brown instead of blond. But I was too drunk to care. Speaking about her, where is she now, anyway?

"Shit." I forgot that I locked her in the bathroom. She will get mad at me, that's for sure.

I walk to the bathroom and unlock the door, when I open the door she looks up at me. My jaw drops when I see her face.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Who are you? Are you fucking kidding me?" She's standing up. "I'm Cassandra Smith, the owner of this god damned apartment."

"What? No, you aren't. This is my friend's apartment, it's Hannah's apartment." She must be crazy, right?

"Hannah? Do you mean Hannah Carter?"

"Yeah, how do you know her?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"Of course I know her, because I've bought this apartment from her and I just moved in here yesterday." She sounds desperate, pacing back and forth in front of me.

Why Hannah doesn't tell me if she moved out from here, so it means that I just locked someone in their own apartment? Oh god, it seems like it is. Well done Harry, you've done a very good job.

Do I have to apologize? No, I don't.

Of course you do, my subconscious speaks.

"Okay, I'm so sorry for all of this, I didn't know that it has to be your apartment now, because she didn't tell me. Don't worry I will go now." I walk to the couch and grab my jacket then walk towards the door.

"What?! So do you think that you're free now after everything you've done?" She gets angrier.

"I do have apologized to you, so now everything is done." That's true, I've apologized to her and for your information I don't apologize and I won't do that again.

"Who do you think you are?!" She once again shakes her head.

"Oh yeah, I'm Harry Styles by the way." I say while walking to the door.

"You're an asshole!" She yells.

I ignore her and keep walking to the hallway. She must be so pissed off right now.