Just Sex

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Harry POV

I dragged Zayn to my car gripping his shirt. "Listen what the fuck are you doing."

"Shut up Styles you don't own her." Zayn rolls his eyes and starts to walk away.

"FUCKING MALIK YOU BITCH BETTER LISTEN TO ME THAT BET ISN'T OVER YOU HEAR ME MALIK!"

He shakes his head and gets in his car. The heat in me builds more and more as I see them drive away.

Getting into my car I decide to follow them from distance. He is takin her pretty far. I follow them all the way to the down town LA. I parked my car across the street. He sits her down and that little fucker thinks he has it all planned out.

I hate them talking together. Zayn then leaves the table. Now it's my chance to text her.

I click on her contact and start to text her.

To Avery - Avery

She looks at her phone upset. Maybe I shouldn't have texted her.

From Avery - What's is it.

I grin from the text, she seems a little nervous. I need to apologize.

To Avery - I'm sorry

She reads it but doesn't reply. Soon looking up Zayn is talking to her. A waiter comes with there food. Avery seemed in shock, from what she was told from Zayn. Her eyes only stared blankly at the table. Zayn looks at her than directly at me.

What the actually fuck. He knew I was sitting here.

He smiles and then starts to eat his food. Zayn finished his food rather quickly. I can see that Avery didn't even really finish her food. He then pays the bill and they leave the diner.

Zayn and her get into his car. All I can do is follow. I start my car and I'm right behind him. Zayn starts to speed and swerve in and out of different lanes. I speed down this street at least 50 miles to catch up to him. But he speeded though a yellow light and I was stopped by a fucking red.

I need Avery I crave her.

The light turns red and I speed down the street. I can't find his white car.

I get stopped again by a red light. "FUCK." I hit my steering while.

This is a fucking disaster. I'm a stalker. I need to head home this is ridiculous.

As I was turning on the freeway. My phone rings. "Avery."

I answer the phone putting it on speaker. Don't talk first maybe Zayn told her I was following her. I can imagine the first words out of her mouth. 'Harry. Why are stalker me. Never talk to me again.'

"Harry."

Get ready styles. I roll my eyes as I'm trying to drive on the freeway. "Yes Avery what is it." I know what it is already.

She doesn't reply for a long period of time. Did she hang up?

"Harry." Her voice was different than normal. It sounds like she's crying.

"Avery what's wrong? Where are you?" What did he do." I speeded down this stupid freeway and what already off to Down Town LA to find her.

"Down town LA."

"Send me your pin. On your phone okay. I'll come get you."

"Okay." As soon as she said the word 'okay' she wasn't okay, she started crying. I hung up the phone to find her. She was at the arts center. Again I was was around the corner. Turning on the street she was on the side walk and Zayn was trying to touch her. I swerved up to the sidewalk. "Hey Avery hop in." She walks over in tears and fucking Zayn tries stopping her.

She didn't interact instead she opens the back door, and hops in. I drove off before Zayn could even react.

Don't say anything styles. She's here now. Just lock eyes on the road. I can hear her cry in the back seat. I look in the mirror. I want to make her feel better.

Avery.

Avery.

"Avery I'll take you."

"Zayn. I'm scared of him. I don't feel safe." She barley could say her words.

I can't take her to my house she would be safe there.

"Avery, I'll take you home to get your clothes than will go to my house. Okay."

"Okay."

It's been a while.