Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

I clench my hands into a fist inside the pockets of my coat. I could feel him coming near me. I didn't know if I should be running off or just stand there, frozen and wait for him to walk up to me and maybe talk shit to me. I don't know anything, right now.

He stood in front me, bending his knees to get on my level. I gulp and try to hide the fear which was probably still visible.

"You're the same girl, aren't you?", he asks me stupidly.

Yes, dammit, I'm the same girl or I know you wouldn't stop me.

I scream on the inside, trying hard to form words and say it. Shit, I shouldn't have acted so brave back at the restaurant; I should've known that he would find me. He runs his fingers over my chin and I jerk it off.

He lets out a laugh, "Oh, feisty. I like it."

"What do you want?", I finally manage to speak. I don't want him to treat me like one of those girls who weren't strong enough to stand up for themselves. I was frightened, and my fear showed too. I was fucking brave at the restaurant because I knew I had people around. I should've told Adele to drop me back home. This is so absurd.

"You have some guts to talk to me like that. Doesn't she?", he turns his head to look at his little gang. I see the black haired guy laughing holding the blonde against his body, she was probably his girlfriend. The other two guys leaned over the car with their arms folded against their chest.

I sigh and turn to the other side, I might just take the longer route, I will at least get home. Safe. He held my wrist, so tight, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

I felt my breathing getting heavy, my heart pounding, "You're hurting me."

"Aw, I thought you were braver than this. All that shit you did in that restaurant.", he clenches his jaw. So, it was clear that he was mad at me for that. But I fucking work there, I was just being a good employee, something anyone would do if they were me.

"Stop wasting your time, Styles.", I heard the black haired guy. He jumped off the car and they all walked to get inside the car.

He walks closer to me and right now, all I can wish is for a pepper spray. I heard the police siren and I thank god for it. His eyes widened and he looks at his gang.

"FUCK!", the black haired guy gets into the car.

The blonde runs towards the passenger seat "Get in the damn car, Styles!"

"I'll meet you guys back at the alley.", he shouts back.

"What the fuck man, get in the car. Leave her the fuck alone!", the guy sitting behind the seat yells at him.

This guy, Styles holds my wrist and runs towards the corner of the street, hiding against the wall. I try to jerk my hands away, "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Stop talking for a minute, would you?", he seemed so mad right now. His eyebrows were knitted and he had this confused look all over his face.

The car stops in the middle of the road and I just want to get out of his grip and tell the police to get him. I just wanted to leave and go back to my place; I have a job for heaven's sake. I'm living my life in a peaceful way and this douche won't let that happen. I glared at him, looking at his perfect features; I can't deny the damn fact that he has amazing looks.

"Stop checking me out, babe.", I turn to look away. I look back at him and see him smirking.

"Let me go.", I whispered, he's told me to shut the hell up and I'm actually scared of him right now. He's way too close to me and I don't want shit to happen to me. I'm happy with my life and the way it is. Maybe, it's quite boring but I like it that way.