ABUSED [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter 7

Livias POV:

We left the hotel hand in hand. Once we left the doors it felt like we were alone, like we were in a movie, or a video of something but in reality it wasnt as straight forward as that, how could we go back home now? Harry let go of my hand as we made our way out of the car park 'Is that mike?' He said to himself. I looked at the boy on the otherside of the road, his brown hair pushed over his face and a black hoodie on; typical "gangsta",He fit in with the gloomy typical english weather. 'Who's mike?'I asked as harry moved forward to get a better look 'IT IS! MIKE!!' he litterally shouted as he ran across the road, a red van stopping in its track to get out of Harrys way, his hand firmly holding mine as he pulled me with him. 'Hi mike!' Harry smiled at the boy who was once a stranger looked up and smiled 'Handy Harry!' Harry gave him a death glare as he said that. 'Oh so they dont call you that in hommies chapel?' He said with a smirk, his browns eyes looking me up and down. 'Who's this bird?' He asked, raising a hand, Harry suddenly jerked forward stopping mikes hand 'What the hell?' Harry said 'Were you going to slap her?!'' He said disgusted. Mike laughed as he fixed his hair 'oh Harry your gettin better at that acting! or was it singing that you left for?' Mike was teasing Harry, it annoyed me, if he made one more comment i swore i was going to kick him in his crotch. Harry shook his head as he grabbed my hand tighter and pushed past Mike. 'Ohh so that whole News Story didnt happen? Just remember Harry no ones feckin perfect!' He shouted as harry turned the corner, away from Mike. He looked down at me once we were far away, i looked up at him, disgust still fresh on his face. He turned to me 'Im so sorry, i didnt know he'd be such an ass' He hugged me and i just laughed 'Why did he call you Handy Harry and all that hard lad stuff? who is he anyway?' He let go of the hug, his smell still strong even when he had pulled away 'He's an old mate, dunno what he was on about' He shrugged kicking an old bpm bottle across the road, he knew all right what Mike was talking about, Me on the otherhand? I was confused as ever. I decided not to play "20 questions" Or anything with him, i didnt want to get him angry. We stayed stone silent until we reached a small corner shop 'Breakfast Madame?' Harry grinned producing a twenty and ten pound note from his jean pocket. I was starving so i nodded and waited outside for him. While i was waiting i saw from across the road a boy who i had saw before, he turned to see me, staring at him; how much of a creep am I? He soon started running, his hood of his hoodie flying back, then it clicked; it was the other suspect, Zayn... zayn something, He was probably hiding it out aswell. He was far down the road when Harry cane out with two bacon butties, we sat beside eachother on the brick wall outside on the shop smiling through every bite. Nothing put us in a good mood like good food!