Possessive Boyfriend [ Harry Styles Fan Fic ]

Possessive Boyfriend {Chapter 2}

The air hit my hair.

"Harry."

We were walking through a garden, in our left was a basketball court. Harry looked at the boys with suspicion.

"Harry." I say again, more harder.

He tightened the grip on my hand. Damn. I saw a photographer take a picture, I sighed hard when I see another two ahead of us. This was so frustrating.

"You're hurting me, Harry." I whispered, seeing that he didn't react.

He reacted immediately, he looked at me and released my hand. I was still angry about our discussion hours earlier. But he seemed to have been forgotten. It was always the same. He screamed, we discussed, and then he acted as if nothing had happened. Everything was routine.

"Sorry, those guys were not looking good at you." He said.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the basketball court. Neither was looking in our direction. The boys were playing and threw out the ballon like no matter what else. He was going crazy, seeing things that no one saw.

"Okay." It was all I could say.

I was so tired of discuss everyday that the best thing I could think was be agree. I knew everything he did was for my sake, but sometimes he exceeded the limits.

I spotted a couple on the other side of the basketball court, sitting on a bench, laughing and having fun. They seemed happy. I envied them because they made me remember all the good times that Harry and I had. Everything had changed so much.

"Tonight we have to go the party. You remember?" He said, taking my hand again.

I looked at him and nodded. How could I forget? When he give me the news, after all he did was remind me not to do anything to get him angry, to be at his side all night and not to talk to anyone.

"Yes."

"And remember what I told you not to do?" He asked.

here's again.

"Yes, Harry." I answered, annoyed.

He smiled. "Okay, you're a good girl." He said, and kissed me on the cheek.

And again he pretended nothing had happened.

* * *

"Where are you going with that?"

I looked at me. What was happening? It was just a red dress that I arrived at the knees and black high heels. I looked at him in amazement. He wore a black suit and tie, his hair as usual uproar. He looked so good. Well, he looked good on everything.

"What about?" I asked, confused.

He looked at me with narrowed eyes, eyebrows gathered, then came up to me and grabbed my hand, led me to the closet and pulled out a gray dress.

"Put this. It's more beautiful."

"I don't..."

"Maya, do it. Don't make me wear it." He threatened.

I growled taking the dress and getting into the bath. I looked in the mirror as I took off the dress. This was getting worse. Harry always very obsessive about things, but he had never gotten to this point. It was the first time that he forced me to change my clothes. Usually, in that sense had always been more liberal, but apparently, not now.

After putting the dress I left the bathroom. It was a gray dress, long, it covered my legs and even feet. Harry was sitting on the bed, waiting impatiently, when he saw me he smiled, pleased with his victory.

"You are much prettier." He said.

He stood up and approached me. He was going to kiss me but I moved before he could do it.

"Can we go?"

I saw the anger on his face, but he didn't said nothing, he just hold my hand and take me through the hallway to the outside of the house.

Outside, there were a lot of cameras, flashes and fans.

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