Assailant [H.S]

Chapter 4

This is how I imagine Nora looking like in this chapter specifically!! I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's a long one.

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About an hour later.

Nora's POV

"Nora!! Get over here!!" My dad yelled from the next door over of his personal home inside the arena.

"One sec!" I sighed and quickly put down the curling iron and fluffed out my auburn hair. Luckily, I had just finished getting ready for a girls night with my best friends. I wore a red mini dress with diamond straps and red bottom heels that made me three inches taller than my normal height of five foot nine. I grabbed my clutch and walked out of the door, locking it behind me and heading down the hallway into my fathers room.

"What's up pops?" I stopped at the door, meeting his glance fairly quickly.

"I need you to go find Styles. He was supposed to be in my office twenty minutes ago." He flipped through pages on his desk in a tizzy. "I've got a lot of shit to talk to him about and he wont even show up to a meeting. What makes him think that he's above me and my own time?" He slammed papers and everything on his desk around in anger.

I nodded, "I have plans tonight with my girls but I will go find him very quickly and bring him over here that way I'm not late. Where does he usually stay around here?" I put a hand on my hip and held my clutch in the other.

"He has his own room up the stairs and about four doors down on the right. The door has his name on the front. Thank you sweetheart. I owe you for this one." He smiled and continued to shuffle through papers.

I stepped out of the doorway with an annoyed look on my face and followed his directions, heading up the stairs.

The last time I talked to Harry, the greatest MMA star of all time, but also the biggest prick of the century, I was only sixteen which was over four years ago. He was just starting his career and training under my father. I swore to myself I would never associate with that cocky sucker for the rest of eternity because of all the trouble he has put my family and I through, especially me. But here we are, I have to go find him and go against my own promises.

I checked each door, growing more angry the further I had to walk. I just wanted to have a girls night and get away from all of this fighting shit. It takes up my entire life. Don't get me wrong, I love fighting, but I cannot stand the hype around Harry Styles and I am tired of hearing his name everywhere I go.

I turned to my right after walking about halfway down the hallway and saw it. "Harry Styles" written on the left side of the door in gold plating.

I sighed to myself before knocking on the door three times, in a firm tone. I waited a few seconds with no answer. "Open the fuck up!" I banged on the door, growing more impatient.

After a couple minutes of zero response on the other end, I test the lock to find it unlocked. I chuckled and opened the door hesitantly, not seeing any sign of the brown haired man.