Guardian Dressed In White // l.s. [Slow Updates]

Mad in the A.M. pt. 1

So I've been away for a while now (do to medical reasons) but heeey, somehow with both falling asleep and having doctors examining and poking at me for what feels like bloody hooours, I've managed to write a few chapter's for you lot! Soooo *que the shouts that are in my mind  enthusiastically...yes...very enthusiastic indeed* YaAaAaAaY!!😆🎈🎉 No but on a serious note, I'm sosososo glad you guys are enjoying the book thus far and big thanks to my co-writer Adrianna!

Oh and for those of you, if you so choose to continue reading on I'm warning you now, I'm gonna drag your asses through a whirlwind of emotions, packed with immense angst, emotional turmoil, and the dreaded feeels in this book "Guardian dressed in White" ahaha just you wait😈🔥lol but anyway hope you enjoy this little filler

"Jeez Lou! Harry's gonna lose his shit when he-"

"See's the mess this little shit made." a new voice speaks cutting Edward off. "Well congrats dumb-arse, I've already seen it. Witnessed it actually."

"Sir" Edward begins, taking a few steps towards the new person and bowing. But not before rapping my left side. I assume signaling for me to do the same.

I advance with my hands crossed over my chest. Making a quick short curtsy and then standing mute. Looking appealingly at the spine-chilling man's face as he addresses his butler. Face vacant of all emotions as ge speaks, "Edward, you are dismissed."

"Sir... Harry, please don't-"

"I said you are dismissed Edward."

"But Harry, he's-" Mr. Edward tries to get out but is stopped once again.

"Did you not catch my words the fist time I spoke them?" He questions rather darkly. "Fucking. Leave. NOW!" he snarls, left hand quivering in rage.

"Yes, master Styles." Edward says in a clipped tone as he quickly stalks away. Leaving me alone, scared, and defenceless against his master.

'So this is his Mr. Styles', I think to myself. Eyes trailing along the more dominant males features. Marveling at his features.

His cheeks are chiseled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue. His nose is perfectly symmetrical. His lips are slightly full. They look to be the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners if he ever were to smile.

Rays of the moon highlighting the dimples in his cheeks and chin. Narrow green eyes brought out his natrual beauty, and I couldn't help but stare. His thick dark eyebrows showed content but friendliness at the same time. That same friendliness that he wouldn't be giving me anytime soon.

The man across the room stared at me. Just... stared. Nothing else. Yet the I could feel my pulse beating in my ears. Blocking out all other sound except the breath that was raggedly moving in and out of my mouth at regular, gasping intervals when I found out that he wasn't going to relent.

What is he, assessing me?

I could not take my eyes away from the other's across the room. Nothing else mattered. It was like the connection had to be held, because once broken... if broken he would strike.

I had never felt so certain of anything else in my life. If I were to so much as glance away for a second he'd no doubt hurt me. I could no longer control my hands.