Cold. (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen- Incident

   A couple days later after the concert I was called to Eleanor's house. The girls and I were on the phone with some people that also worked for One Direction in their fashion department saying they could be of assistance since it was too big of a project for three people. We were about to have a meeting with them until I got a call from Eleanor.
        "Girls I gotta ditch the meeting," I wince.
        Thalia frowns as she braids Kristan's hair. "Why?"
        "Eleanor has this huge dinner party that her university professor is putting on, and she wants to discuss some outfit or dress ideas."
        "Alright, that will be fine, it's great we're bringing in extra cash," Kristan smiles. "We'll inform you of some things later."
        I waved goodbye and took a taxi since I wanted to leave Thalia and Kristan with the car.
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        "Thanks for coming on such short notice," Eleanor sighs looking through some of my rough design sketches I made back when I worked for Goddess Worthy.
        I shrug. "No issue really, and I know most of them are rough. I really didn't want to make them into actual outfits because I didn't think anyone in the store would buy them."
        Eleanor smiles as she flips through. "Don't sell yourself short." She frowns looking at one. "This one actually wouldn't be too bad except...can I change the color and the strap situation?"
        I take a look at the sketch and blush furiously. "Oh, that was one of my very first designs pay no attention to that one."
        She shakes her head. "No, I actually like it. It's just...instead of white and gray can I make it red and pink? Oh, and make it strapless. It'll kinda go with the theme of the party."
        I raise my eyebrows glancing at my design realizing her vision was cute and very do-able. "I mean, only if you want it."
        "Duh!"
        I smile. "I'll get to designing right away. I think I know what you're looking for. Let me just..." I took the sketch pad from her and started sketching her vision that was hopefully similar to mine. Luckily every time I bring my sketch pad somewhere I also bring my colored pencils.
        When I finished I showed it to her and she squealed in excitement. "Yes, yes that's perfect!"
        I also smiled, ecstatic at my new design. "I can't wait to design this."
        She frowns just a little. "I hope it's not any real trouble; I know you're working for the boys now, so if you need a break I totally understand because I can always just buy a dress."
        "Well, we're having help by some other designers, so at least one of us will always be available." I flash her a reassuring smile.
        She sighed in relief. "That's great, I'm glad you're getting some help."
        I glanced outside realizing how dark it was getting. "I better go, it's getting dark."
        "Are you sure I can't give you a ride?"
        I wave her off. "Honestly it's no trouble I take the taxi all the time."
        "With all this money you should buy you guys some separate cars." She laughs.
        "Hopefully!" I call behind me and wave as I shut the door behind me.
        I stood walking down the road for twenty minutes, and the sun was taunting me as it went down almost all the way turning into twilight. I groan realizing that no taxi was coming. I sucked it up and just decided to walk the rest of the way. Eleanor's house wasn't that far from our apartment, but I've been wandering an hour, and it's usually a long drive to her house. I shouldn't be so ridiculous; I'm just going to call Thalia and Kristan to come pick me up. They're for sure out of the meeting by now. As I take my cell out to dial their number I couldn't help but suppress a shiver down my spine. And the creepy sensation of someone watching my every move. I started fast walking to get myself out of there until I felt a pair of strong hands grip my arms and cover my mouth drowning out my protests.
        His nasty breath was in my ear making me kick him below the belt, but he held me still. "You're a feisty one, huh? I made the right decision following you."
        Following me!? I made my attempt to scream, but it was futile and he started dragging me backwards. How come nobody was around!? It really wasn't that late!
        "Nice body," He comments running a callused hand up my leg. I growl trying to kick, but this seemed to excite him even more. I whimpered in his hand and prayed I wasn't going to be raped out here on the street.
        "Girls like you shouldn't walk alone," He taunts.
        "You sick, sadistic bastard." An angry voice said from behind.
        The man went rigid but didn't turn  around. "Get the hell out of here, kid."       
        I recognized that voice. Harry. I continued to kick, but I was punished for it from a blow to the head by the guy's fist. I whimpered and fell to the ground curling up unable to speak or do anything.
        Harry took the man by his coat collar and slammed him up against a brick wall. "Touch her again I fucking dare you."
        The man smiled; his teeth a disgusting rotting yellow. They were on my ear just a few seconds ago. I fought down the sudden urge to puke. "Well, aren't you a do-gooder saving a damsel in distress. I know guys like you. You think you're gonna get something from her for saving her little virginity."
        Harry slammed the guy's head into the wall, and he cried out in pain. "Wanna keep talking? You're lucky I don't kill your sorry ass on the spot,"
        I was scared now. Grateful for Harry saving me, but scared at what he was becoming at the moment. I knew Harry could be...cold. But now he's even more cold than I ever could've imagined. Tears streamed down my face before I could stop them.
        Harry squeezed the guys neck total nothingness in his eyes. "You're a sick example of a human being. Die."
        "No, stop!" I choke out my voice barely audible. I didn't want Harry to become any form of a killer. Harry turned to me with complete fire engulfing his being, and I felt terrified that he was going to choke me next. But then it went away and he let go of the man immediately rushing to me.
        He touched one of my tears with his finger looking grim. "Did he do anything?"
        "Just hit my head," I mumble.
        Before I could react he pulled me into his arms and into my chest carrying me. "I'll get you to a doctor in case of a concussion,"
        "Really Harry, I'm fine."
        "Just shut up," He doesn't snap like he usually does; instead he just looks tired and worn. I yearned to touch his face to soothe him, but I didn't really feel like getting scolded right now.
        "How did you find me..?"
        "Thalia and Kristan were worried when you didn't come home," He mumbles. "Eleanor said you left and they got worried when you didn't come home on time."
        "Oh." I look down. "Thank you,"
        He grit his teeth. "I really wanted to kill him."
        And all of a sudden his pop star image, Harry Styles from One Direction, was gone. And I had no doubt in my mind he could've killed that man. Yet for some reason at this very moment, I wasn't scared.