Her Guardian (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

11: Little Me

"She lives in the shadow of a lonely girl, Voice so quiet you don't hear a word, Always talking but she can't be heard."

Song: Little me
Artist: Little mix.

I stayed a long time at bed. When I felt my back ached, I pushed myself from the double bed and sate at the edge. After Harry left earlier, I ate the delicious food and I tried to have some sleep. Providentially, I had some relaxing time alone, which was a great opportunity to gather my thoughts.

I decided to go and find Mrs.Styles to keep me company, I thought it will be great it I talked to her, rather than to stay here alone, even though I should just stay quiet but I didn't want to let the bad scenarios about my mothers operation to crush my head every now and then.

I pushed myself off the comfy bed, as I straightened my pyjama, I let my hair to fall over my shoulders in messy waves as I made my way straight toward the door. When I opened the door, I stepped outside to see if someone was there, but the hall was empty. I shut the door behind me as I started to walk toward the stairs.

The house was hushed, like no one was living in there, I continue walking toward the stairs as I reached them, I walked through the stairway carefully until I reached the end of the stairs. I tuned my attention to the living room but there's been none in there, I saw a balcony you could walk through it to reach the garden, I made my way toward the balcony. The door was already open so I stepped outside the house without delay.

As I took a steep toward the garden, the warm wind hit my skin lovingly; I took a deep breath as I wrapped my arms over my chest vigilantly, I took another step but a familiar voice caught my ears.

"What are you doing here?" As the voice spoke, I turned around to face whoever was that, breath hitched in my throat when my eyes spotted Mr. Styles facing me. He was sitting across the huge piscine, with glass of wine in his hand, I jerked my attention to his face which made my heart pound nervously in my chest, he was angry.

"I.. I was.." I tried to find words to answer him but my tongue was tightly tightened which made him to spoke again.

"You aren't supposed to take walks over the house darling." His rough voice spoke again as he took a step toward me.

"I know, I'm  .. I'm sorry sir." I apologized shyly as I eyed the ground, I couldn't hold his gaze any longer he was quite unapproachable.

"And why are you wearing this?" His voice spoke again as he pointed toward my cloth in a disgusting look over his face.

"I was.. I didn-" I tried to talk but I couldn't, he cut me off immediately, as he approached me.

"We gave you money to give pleasure to my son; we didn't bring you here to walk around with your night's attire." He said, but this time a little bite harsher.

"I'm sorry sir." I managed to say as I felt tears started to stream down my face, my heart pounded rapidity in my chest as breath stuck into my lungs, I was getting weak, again.

"Now go, Harry will be here any minute; you know what you have to do." He said mockingly as he waved his strong hands in the air.

"A-absolutely sir." I answered him as I tried to turn around and walk away from this cold-blooded man but his arms caught me off guard.

"This is the last time you told my son to go out with you. Understood?" He spoke roughly as he held my arms strongly.

"I.. I u-understand." I spoke as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"You are his baby doll after all; you should know your limit." He said as he tightened the grip, which mad a loud cry to escape my lips. "Take care of him." He added then let go of my arm.