Fire (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 39

Panic overwhelmed me. My breathing stammered as I relived the nightmares I’d been trying to dispel for all these years. Harry’s anger had taken over, his so-called desire to protect me becoming non-existent. He opened his door, sliding in and throwing me a harsh glare. He was so angry. He placed his hands on the wheel, squeezing tightly until his knuckles turned white, one of his methods of displaying his anger.

“Harry, please.” I begged, tears brimming in my eyes, my hands quavering on my lap. To him this would appear as an exaggeration of my fear, to me, it was very real. It was the same fear I’d felt around Caleb. It was a type of regret that I’d only ever experienced with Caleb, the regret of introducing him into my life, into my mother’s life.

“Shut up Violet.” He spat, concentrating on the road ahead; he geared up the ignition, the engine of the Range Rover roaring into life. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his forehead was creased into angry wrinkles. I did as he told me to do. I shut up. The only sound escaping me was the quiet whimper that accompanied my hurried breathing, otherwise, I was still, I was silent. How could I have been so stupid? This was Harry Styles, the boy everyone had warned me about. I was too naïve, letting him in, believing that all the stories about him were lies. Choosing to ignore the ever-present danger he posed in my life. I needed to escape. I needed to run. How? I was trapped, besides, running on foot, he would easily catch me, not to mention the fact he had a car. His hands continued to tense on the steering wheel, but now we were in motion as he drove down the long pathway that connected to a busy road.

We sat in silence for the majority of the car ride. The only noises being my small whimpers and Harry’s excessively loud breathing. We finally pulled up to a long street, with cars parked all along the pavement. On each side of the street stood a long row of flats, not too shabby, but not especially high class. He pulled up onto the street, parking his large black Range Rover in between two smaller cars, barely fitting it in. He hopped out and walked around to retrieve me from my side. I’d decided there was only one way to escape Harry, one way to get away from him: play along. He opened my door and unbuckled my seat belt, pulling me out of the car without another word.

I was dragged around the hood of the car, walking through a small black gate into one of the gardens. Harry released my hand momentarily to retrieve a key from his left coat pocket, pushing it into the door, and urging me inside. I walked in reluctantly, scouring through my surroundings. Large living room, white walls, black furniture. The furnishings were simplistic but modern. There was a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling, hovering low above the small wooden coffee table that lay in-between two chairs and a black sofa, the room was decorated with various varieties of plants and a small TV that rested upon a large glass bookcase, covering a whole wall. I felt Harry’s hand urge me forwards, allowing him into the room also.

“The TV’s over there, the fridge is in the kitchen, do whatever you want.” He said mundanely, throwing his keys onto the little table in the centre of the room. Without another word, he walked through the kitchen. I heard a door slam shut; I assumed it was his bedroom. I stood there, alone in his house. The fear I had for him lingering in his abrupt actions. I had time to think.

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Why? That was the only question I could summon. Why did he insist on storming into my life, and then so easily ignore me, leave me on my own, abandon me in his house. He pulled me out of school, and left me…I didn’t understand! Why would he do this? He’s messed with my head, he’s stolen a part of me, the part of me that I was meant to keep safe, and I was meant to protect it with all my might. I let it slip away. Slip into his hands so he could crush it, just like he’d done with so many others…just like he did to Aubrey.