"I am sorry, but I don't fucking know you. And I rather keep it that way, perv."
I spatted at him, I'm over this damn job. I'm getting Abby & were just going to quit together.
Before I could march off, someone grabbed my waist and pulled me over their shoulder.
I started to pound on their back.
"Can you knock the fuck off!?"
He spoke, and I recognized the voice... Harry.
We reached the door to the club, and just to find that it was still dark out side when Abby and I arrived.
Abby!
"You have to put me down perv, right now!"
Harry stopped and grabbed my waist and threw me on the pavement... what the hell!!??
He couldn't of been more gentle!
I sat there rubbing my butt as he just looked at me, he bent down to my level.
"I'll be seeing you more than you think, you can run but you can't hide Becky. I will make sure I hunt you down with every inch and depth of this world, and I'll be sure to fucking punish you with that glory body of yours as well."
He was not laughing, smirking, nor was he showing any sign of 'kidding'.
His eyes weren't emerald as he spoke, the were bright purple!
I backed up to the building..
But he just got up a and turned on his heal... walking into the night.
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Casanova /// h.s.
FanfictionHarry Styles is the King of the Underworld that consists of all supernatural beings. Becky Younger is a stripper who means to pay her way through college by choosing this career. Who would think that they are mates? Destined to be with one another...
