Powerful

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Harry's POV:

"Keep your hands off of me, you son of a bitch!" I pushed him in the ribs with my other arm, that was free from his hold. The officer immediately fell on the hard surface of the street with a loud thud.

I straightened my suit that had been spoilt by that stupid bastard of a police officer. In the meantime, I heard Niall's voice, telling me to calm down, and within a moment, I could feel him gripping my arm, stopping me from kicking the officer's ass.

"Calm down dude, you're thinking of killing him, but that's a lot for him just gripping your arm, man!" He stated with coolness.

"Niall, no one touches me without my will! You know that very well!" I shouted. No one, ever touches me without my will. Not the girls I fuck, and not even Gemma.

"Okay man! I get it, and it looks like the officer also gets it! Look!" He states. I see the officer struggling to get back on his bike. I must've broken one or two of his ribs. It must be hurting like a bitch. Good. He deserves it.

"Why did he even grab you on the first place?" Niall looks at me laughingly, as we walk towards my Audi R8.

I playfully chuckle at his tone of interrogation as I get into the drivers seat, and answer, "He put a ticket on my car as it was parked infront of some shitty store. I went to him with the ticket and shoved it on his face." I playfully say as I shake my head, laughing at the stupidity of that officer.

"Oh my god, man! That was so savage!" He chuckles.

"I mean, who the hell does he think he is? I am the most powerful man of this country, and 23 more. Whole of the police officers in Dubai probably have their salaries paid from the taxes that I pay. So, I guess I hold every right to do whatever I want to, to him!" I say, laughing arrogantly.

"Ofcourse man, ofcourse!" Niall says.

"Where are we going again?" Niall asks after some time of silence in the car.

"Boarding a flight to fly back home. We have to sign that deal with Wilson, remember?" I state.

"Oh yes, yes! I do now. The alcohol and the partying are totally getting the hell out of me." He says before he puts his elbows on his knees and nestles his head in his hands.

"You want me to stop on those 24/7 shops? I have heard they have them here." His state concerns me because he takes a lot of time to get over a hangover and if Adrian, his wife comes to know that I brought him back home unwell, she'll probably slice my balls.

"Yeah, that'll be good mate!" He says.

Within three or four minutes, I see one of those always open 24/7 shops. I hault the car on the side of the road and tell Niall that he can now get some Advils.

Just as Niall opens the door, he tries to stand up, but miserably fails when he tumbles down. I huff in frustration at the stupidity of my best friend for gulping down an enormous amount of alcohol within the past three hours.

Getting out of the car, I pick my friend up, and as he mumbles a drunk 'thank you' against my shoulder, and put him inside the car. Guess I'll have to go inside the store alone.

"You take Advil right?" I ask him. Better ask him than have him ill in front of his wife.

"Yeah mate, Advil's good." He says, his voice muffled as he has resumed the position in which he was sat before.

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute." I say and shut the door of the car.

Pushing open the door of the tiny store, I get in. The sound of a girl sobbing and crying her guts out reaches my ear. What the fuck? Its three in the fucking morning. I'm not up for this shit right now.

Out of humanity, I search for the exact location of that terrible sound. There, in front of the cash counter sits a girl who has her hands covering her face as she cries her eyes out.

I bend down, and hold her shoulders, which is my way to console a girl. I'm doing this for the first time, so I don't know if this is right or wrong.

She looks up as she wipes her eyes, and I'm stunned. Stunned to see her, her beauty, her eyes, her lips, her bit of a cleavage that is seen from the apex of her loose tee shirt, her everything.

"Y-yes? Do I, do I know you?" She says, as she sobs.

"No, I think you don't. But, what are you crying for, huh?" I say as I pick her up by holding both of her hands. I knew she wouldn't know me, she didn't seem to be into the business world and all.

"My boyfriend left me here. I had a flight two hours ago to London. Plus, I got robbed like half an hour ago. SoI'm probably stuck here." She says as I look into her glossy eyes.

"Don't cry." I catch a tear falling from her eye. Why am I doing this? Shouldn't I be laughing at her and her misery? Because thats what I usually do.

"Hey, you! Don't touch me! I am a green belt in karate, so don't you dare mess with me!" She says as she brings both of her fists in front of her chest and goes into a position of karate which signifies that she's ready to fight.

I chuckle at her rowdiness. "Baby, I'm a black belt in karate. And I would love to do all kinds of things to you, but not now. Not when you're in this state." I say as I'm inches far from her lips. She raises her hand to hit me on the cheek and I catch it just as she raises it.

I pick her up from her waist and put her over my shoulder. "Who the hell are you?!" She shouts.

As I pick up some packets of Advil, I pick a magazine from the shelves too. Throwing some 50 pound bills at the dozing off cashier, I walk out of the store.

"Answer me you fucker!" She says and my cock twitches. This girl sounds so sexy when she abuses. I playfully hit her ass which is next to my face and open the back door of my car to place her inside.

Just as she sits down, she yells, "I've been kidnapped!". I push her back on the backseat and I hover over her. I can hear Niall saying "not here bro!" But I don't pay any attention.

Instead, I lean my face to her ear and say, "I would love to kidnap you, but this time, I'm taking you back home." I nibble on her skin, just below her ear, and she moans out of pain, causing blood to flow straight to my cock.

As I take my head back to see her face, I am not surprised to see her eyes wide and mouth open.

"You asked me who I am, right babe?" I say, my face a few inches from hers.

She hesitantly nods.

I toss the magazine towards her which I had been holding from so long.

Just as I get into the driver's seat, totally turned on, I notice that Niall has now passed out. I also here the mystery girl saying,

"Seriously? Twenty fucking four countries?! Fuck you Harry Styles!"

She must've read the magazine. I think as I see the billboard saying, Welcome To Dubai Airport.

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