°Annabelle's P.O.V.°
"Well , well and well , look what we've got here." A creepy voice said from behind.
Dammit! I shouldn't walked down this scary road, all I have to do is enter that coffee shop at the end of the road and I will be safe.
"Why the hurry? Have no time to give an old man a blow job?" He chuckles.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
"What did you just say?!"
"Ah..you can-"
"I fuckin' heard you! If you did not go away right now I am gonna end your life in this scary-creepy street." I said and I meant it.
About killing him and the scary street.
"oh what are you gonna do huh? Slap me? Or tell your mama about me!" He laughs and i inhale deeply.
"No , I am gonna cut your d.ick off and shove it right into your ass! So you better run away now or you won't have babies." Woah, man I am such a b!tch.
"Oh I can't wait to see that moment." He snarled.
I groan and turned around walking away from that old man, just a few meters and I'll be safe.
Until I feel a hand grasp my wrist hard, spinning me around.
I was met by cold glare and wrinkly eyes.
"I said give me a blow job!" He seethe.
"Do I look like a slut to you?! And let go of my wrist!" I scream.
"Huh. Never, looks like we are going to have so-"
"Let her go!" I heard A deep and husky voice yell.
Harry.
The old man turned around with a frown and met by a hard bunch.
"Ouch." He cries in pain.
I gasped, that was...
Hot? My subconscious smirk.
No , i was gonna say unexpected.
"Don't you dare and try to force yourself on a girl." He said.
Okay....
I looked at the poor man who is holding his nose, he moan in pain .
Harry broke the man's nose.
I Cheer silently.
"C'mon Annabelle." Harry said taking my hand in his and dragging me away from the old-crazy-man.
I notice something shining at the end of the man's leg , his shoes.
"Nice shoes." I yell over my shoulder.
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"Are you okay?" Harry asked probably for the tenth time since we entered the coffee shop.
"Yes and yes." I sigh.
"So.. I heard that you are the violent's slave." He smirked.
I frown.
"Why everyone telling me that?!"
"Because Zayn was such a mean , mysterious guy. He was quite most of the time, but everyone have seen him blow up a couple of times and get very violent." He exclaimed.
"And he still does." He add.
"How would you know all that?" I asked.
"Darling, Zayn Malik is famous in this whole town even the north part, most of the women run away to the south to meet him an-"

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The Violent.《Z.M》
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