Philophobia (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Four*

He lacked self control and so did she.

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I was confused.

What did he mean by that? "I use to play games where it got to the point were I couldn't escape."

What kind of games did he got carried away with? What games was he even talking about?

Confusion was written all over my face as I stared up at his tall frame, stupidly. 

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, giving him my full attention. 

"My father is a gang leader." Harry sighed as my eyes grew wide at his words. But nevertheless, I gave him my full attention wanting to know more about him. 

"He owns drugs. Lots of it. He sells it to other gangs." Harry spoke now starring at me. 

"He was and still is a drug lord. All those things that you've heard about what gangs did, he's done it. His one of my least favorite person in the world to be honest. He din't only dealed with drugs but he sold women off the streets as well." Harry spoke as I gasped. What kind of sick person would do that. I mean I understood about selling drugs since thats what usually happen when involving gangs but the fact that his father would sell a women as if they were toys was twisted.

"He turned some of them into strippers and other gangs loved the idea of my father. They invested plenty of my on them and my father loved it. He became even more wealthy with it and he was addicted with his organization." Harry spoke as he sigh. My eyes still on his as I listened to him.

"When I was fourteen when I met you, that's when we left." Harry spoke as my eyes grew wider as I felt the spark in my body enlighten by the mention of me. 

"We travelled around the world so he can invest in his organization. When I turned nineteen, thats when he thought it was time for me to accept his gift. His gift required the responsibility of his organization for pleasure." Harry continued as I felt my stomach twirl at the thought.

His eyes now boring into mine with sympathy as he spoke "That really messed up my mind. It was all a game to them, hearts were made to be broken. Those ladies enjoyed messing with me, mentally. I flew back here because I couldn't handle it anymore. But my father found out about me leaving his project behind and he wasn't all too happy about it. So he continued on with his organization without me at the other end of the world and now they're out to get me. He want's me to pursue his organization here while his out of the country and they want me." He spoke as he stared into my eyes with such emotions. I was still stunned it still was all to confusing for me. 

"Who is out to get you Harry?" I asked suspiciously with wide eyes.

Harry sighed. "Some of my old "Baby dolls" that won't let me go." He spoke as I grew confused. What do he mean by "baby dolls"? 

"They've fallen way to deep. They've already found me and they just won't give up" Harry spoke as I froze.

"Why?" I asked, curiously as I furrowed my brows.

"Probably one of their best fucks." Harry spoke with a wicked grin on his face as I rolled my eyes.

I waited patiently for his real answer and not another cocky response. But all he did was stare at me.

"Well aren't you going to tell me the reason?" I said breaking the silence.

"You already know to much , baby doll." Harry spoke now shaking his head while running his fingers trough his curls. 

I stared at him in pure admiration till his eyes landed on me as I lowered my head trying to avoid his eyes. "Let's talk about the rules. Shall we?" He huskily said.