"What do you mean you can't find her,"
I screamed at the sherif, who is suppose to find Abby & put that Roger guy in jail for creating a fucking crime.
"sherif it has been fucking five days, and you're sitting in your damn office eating donuts!"
My anger was fuming throughout me.
The sherif wiggled his mustache, and gave me a 'I'm thinking look', until finally he spoke.
"Little lady, I think you need to leave."
His country twang made me pissed off even more, how dare he!?
At that moment, I knew I was tired of taking his bullshit.
Instantly, my hand connected with his face making a hard thud.
Ouch!!!!
I then ran out of the building, I would've never imagined myself assaulting a police officer.. Ever.
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As I was unlocking the door to my apartment, I was scared that if Abby would never be found? Of course I put up flyers, and I even searched the streets, and those dangerous alleys.
I got in my apartment, closing the door behind me.
"You look like shit."
I looked up, to some how recognize his husky voice... Harry.
I didn't say anything, I was paralyzed from my waist down.. why am I acting like this!? Why does he effect me this way? But I like it..
Harry smirked with delight.
"Abby is safe, Becky.. so stop worrying. You're getting bags under your fucking eyes, you look like a damn homeless person!"
Harry was screaming, and I don't know why? I felt like crying, I felt like screaming with misery. This isn't normal, his trance was making me weak & vulnerable.. I can't take it anymore.
"Leave."
I was thankful my voice did not strain, but came out powerful.
Harry hopped off the counter he was slouched on, and started walking my way.. with every step, he swayed making his appearance even more sexy.
"You will not tell me to leave, I am the king of you.. I own you. So shit the fuck up!"
I now recognized that he had a accent.. even more sexier. But through his accent, Harry's words pained my heart.. gosh, he was so heart aching.
Harry's eyes changed from his emerald, to this light purple I had seen only once before.
"I told you I was coming back for you my love, and now you can never hide from me."
His voice was in my ear, and just before my vision went black... my last two thoughts were, 'am I going to die?' & 'dang.. He has bipolar issues'.
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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...