Menace (Harry Styles Dark Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventeen - "You wet those panties the second you saw me."

After our rendezvous in the car park of the supermarket, I hadn't seen or heard from Harry for at least 4 days. I'd been going to class, doing work, and following my mother around like a lost puppy.

I'd just finished eating dinner with mum, dad was going to be home late, so there I was, laying on my bed trying to figure out how to solve all the problems I currently faced.

Mr Interrogator.

Since I hadn't seen him again, and I already had enough on my plate, I decided to rule that weird encounter out as a problem, and if I ever saw him again I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. Plus, it's not as though Harry would provide much insight into who he was, or why he spoke to me.

Harry.

Fuck Harry. He was an arsehole. I couldn't shake the feeling of missing him though, which angered me because I don't know him. I don't know anything about him at all. I don't need, or want his shit and the drama he causes in my life. It's unnecessary. But how the hell could I miss something I never knew or had. I was pleased with what I'd said to him at the supermarket, he needed to hear it. Sure he was attractive, and intriguing, and sometimes I found myself actually starting to warm to him, but he was clearly no good. And this secret that he had going on with Oliver wound me up so much I was almost past caring.

Oliver and Eva

As for interrogating Oliver I hadn't seen him since the last time I saw him, and I still needed to talk to Eva about whatever it was that was going on between her and my brother. I really couldn't believe she hadn't spoken to me about it. She appeared to be making an extra special effort to avoid me, especially during class. She'd been making sure she was late each time, just so she could sneak in and sit at the front alone.

I wasn't too sure where that left me. Deep down I knew I wanted Harry, as much as I wanted to shut him out I knew that wouldn't happen. I was weak when it came to him. After I had a go at him, however, I doubt he'd ever want to talk to me again. Like he said, he's kissed plenty of girls before, so why does he have to be hung up on me? No. It's silly. I'm just going to have to try my hardest to focus on class work, and maybe get a job. Take my mind off of everything. Plus I could use the money.

I decided to change into my pyjamas. Shorts and a baggy crop top, I hated feeling restricted in my sleep, I liked to move around a lot. Tying my hair up and taking my make up off, I grabbed my laptop and got under my duvet. It was almost 8pm, so I decided to watch a film. Settling on 'The Other Woman' I found myself enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would've done. About 40 minutes into the film, I got a text from Eva.

'I hate this, why are we not talking? Can we just make up and have sex? ;)'

I laughed at her message, and then remembered that she was banging my brother – without telling me! I pressed play on the film and continued to watch as I thought about what to reply.

'I'm just upset, you could've told me. And of all people Ollie? Really? I thought we were closer than that. And clearly you don't need to be having any more sex.'

Harsh but I needed to get my message across. She couldn't just ignore me all week when she was the one in the wrong, and then expect me to kiss and make up over a text.

I threw my phone on my bedside table, having no intention of carrying on this conversation via text message. Just as I was getting back into the film, I heard my mum shrieking downstairs.

"Oliver! You're here!" She exclaimed in happiness. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the film. I heard them go into the kitchen and the fridge being opened and closed – typical Oliver. Thinks just because he's in his final year of university and lives 30 minutes away from home he can pop in and raid the fridge whenever he likes.

Angrily hitting the volume button up on my laptop, I heard a tapping noise coming from somewhere. Muting my headphones, it had stopped, but continued after a few seconds. I took my headphones out of my laptop altogether, and it carried on. Sitting up in bed, I looked around the room trying to tell where it came from, when it suddenly stopped. Plugging the headphones back in, I progressed 20 seconds further into the fil when I heard a slam come from my window.

Fucking hell. Not again.

I threw my laptop off my lap and pulled the covers off me. Walking over to the window, I threw the curtains back, and sure enough a certain Harry was clinging onto my window ledge for dear life.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed, getting even more pissed off when I heard my text notification go off in the background. Eva. "I could and might have to get you arrested for this shit."

"What, have Prince Charming arrested for saving you from the tower? Don't flatter yourself love. I'm only here for a quickie." He winked, his face bright red, and his knuckles white from the hard grip they had on my window. "Wanna help me in?" He asked.

"Nope, why would I want to do that? Besides, my brother's here so you need to leave. Now."

"Family reunion eh? Hope I'm not too late then," he said, using his upper body strength to pull himself up.

"You can't be in here! Oliver is bound to come up, and I don't want to see you anyway." I said, trying my hardest to act nonchalant. My phone buzzed again, and I tried to ignore it this time. She was being desperate.

"Oh please, you wet those panties the second you saw me." He said, and my mouth dropped wide open.

"No babe, open that cute little mouth like that for me later. First we have to impress the family."

My phone went off again. Fucking Eva.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my mind in a million different places. "Climb down and piss off Harry. I'm done with you. I never even started with you and I'm already done with you." I would've continued ranting if it weren't for me hearing Oliver's footsteps.

"LIL SIS WHERE ARE YOU?" He shouted, starting up the staircase. Shit.

"Get out he's coming!" I whisper/shouted at Harry.

"I can't just drop, I'll break a fucking leg." He shouted back. I shushed him, debating whether to push him out the window or pull him through and hide him.

Grabbing his upper arm, I pulled him the rest of the way through my window, and he landed with a thud on the floor.

"LAYLA ITS YOUR FAVOURITE BIG BROTHER," Oliver shouted, nearly at my room. Kicking Harry down to the floor, I practically forced him under my bed, just as my phone started ringing.

Fucking hell. How come I get left alone by these people for days, and all at once when I thought I had everything in order, they show up causing chaos.

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