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Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen

*Harry’s POV*

I felt awful about last night. How could I have been so lost in the actions? Obviously I’d fingered a girl before, but no one like Bella. I wanted to be intimate with her. I felt different with Bella, a feeling that I had never felt before. It was her first time, and I wanted to forget everyone else and feel like it was my first time too. I wanted it to be unique and loving, but my darkness became overpowering and got the better of me. But somehow, she could control it, and brought me back. Something that no one else could do, not even me. Therefore, Bella certainly was special.

I felt so bad that I thought I would surprise her as she finished work. I drove to town and parked in the nearby street to the shop that she worked in. I quickly got down from my car and securely locked it before heading down the street in the direction of the shop. I sat on a wall outside the shop, staring through the door at the beautiful girl stood behind the desk. The shop was empty as it was nearly 9pm and almost closing time. Bella seemed to be the only person in the shop and I was worried that she was alone, but I was there to protect her.

A lad that I had never seen before came strolling out of the back room by the shoe corner in the shop. He must have said something as Bella began to giggle. A sudden rush of anger over came me but I decided to sit still and continue to watch their interaction. He became closer to Bella and stood opposite the desk to her. She blushed at his words, my pulse increasing. I could feel every muscle in my body tense as he began to flirt in front of me.

When he reached out and gently stroked her face, my fury erupted and I jumped up from my seat on the wall and marched over to the shop. I slammed the door open and stood in the doorway. Bella stood looking shocked, the guy frozen to the spot. I was clearly furious and they remained silent.

*Bella’s POV*

It was so unexpected, he literally burst through the door, staring at Louis and I. “Hi” I uttered, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. He remained silent; his harsh gaze fell upon Louis, then back at me. I don’t know why he seemed so annoyed. Louis was bitching to me about the gay staff member that worked in the shop to me, it was nothing personal and surely nothing for Harry to get so worked up over. I faintly smiled at him, trying to provoke a smitten response but the muscles in his face contorted as Louis strode away in to the back room again. When he closed the door, Harry neared closer.

He stood on the opposite side of the counter to me, dark eyes piercing mine. I looked up worriedly at him. “So?” he uttered. “What?” I quietly questioned. “Who the fuck is he? And what was so funny?” The harshness in his voice was deafening. “That’s Louis, he works here too.” I shyly spoke. Harry’s eyes were burning through, pure anger was bubbling inside him. The muscles in his neck were tightening as he continued to become angrier. His gaze never left mine, although I was struggling to stare back at him. His controlling attitude was really starting to show.

“Harry, it was nothing” I almost whispered. The silence continued as Harry didn’t say another word. “I promise” I said, looking up at him. But as my gaze lifted, Harry was storming off in the direction of the door. I felt tears threatening to brim from my eyes, not quite sure what had just happened. I didn’t know whether to chase after him or let him get his anger out. I opted to stay. I looked at the clock. The red numbers flashed 8:58pm. I took the key out of the till and scurried off into the back room, where Louis was packing his bag.

I decided not to say anything to him, but to quickly pack my bag and get out as quick as possible as Louis had the key to lock up the shop. “I told you he’s trouble” his voice croaked. I didn’t respond as I knew I would break down there and then, and that was the last thing that I wanted to happen. I flung my bag over my shoulder and made a dart for the exit. Outside, Harry was nowhere to be seen.

I sighed, knowing that I was alone. I looked around hopefully but the street was dark and dimly lit by the streetlights, with not a soul around. I turned to walk down the street in the direction of my house. Not wanting to be alone, I got my phone out of my bag and bean to text Harry. Not looking where I was going, I walked straight into someone. “Sorry!” I gushed. My eyes then connected with his. His face was still twisted in fury but I was so glad to see Harry. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly. He heaved me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist and he held me close. “I’m sorry” I whispered into the crook of his neck. The words seemed to ease the tension in Harry’s muscles.

He slowly let go of his grip and eased me back down to the floor. He was still silent and my gaze pleaded with him to say something. “You’re mine Bella” his harsh voice uttered. I bowed my head, feeling the fears building in my eyes. He took me by the hand and yanked me over to where his car was parked on the side. He assisted me into the backseat of the car before climbing in himself. He pulled my legs closer so that I straddled his lap. I gazed longingly into his eyes, knowing that I couldn’t restrain myself from fisting his curls.

I really liked Harry and his over-protective nature just added to his assets. We connected in a messy and passionate kiss that led to us lying on the back seat of Harry’s car with Harry lying on top of me. I felt a sudden surge of excitement and tugged away from the kiss. Harry looked at me, confusing crossing his face. “I want to do it again.” I spoke. Harry still not understanding what I meant continued to look at me with his eyebrows furrowed. “Last night. I want to do it again Harry.” A sudden sense of relief surfaced Harry’s face as a smirk plastered across it. “But I want it right” I whispered. He nodded and tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. He kissed me on the lips. “I promise baby” he whispered.