Chapter 11. Nice shoes.

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°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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