Ella's POV:
"go ahead don't let me in"
"Trouble?" He seethed, and involuntarily I stepped back. Louis handed him the small envelope that seemed so much bigger now, without speaking a word. Sifting through the money, his fingers immediately stopped and his eyes snapped up.
"What the hell?" Stuffing the envelope in his back pocket, he took another step forward.
"Why do you have that money?" Scrunching my eyebrows together, I hesitantly decided to ask the question that had been on my mind since the second time I had 'ran' into him.
"Why does it even matter...it's none of your business." A scoff escaped his frame and in a quick second he had me pinned between him and the wall. Bending down to reach my height, his lips reached my ear, and my eyes snapped shut.
"You're my business. You're mine princess, wherever you go...I go." Shivering in my spot, my hands flew to his chest shoving him backwards. Harry barely stumbled, and I could hear Louis stifling a laugh.
"I'm not yours, I never was and I never will be." Anger radiated through me, and I felt like in this moment I was capable of anything. Why he even had the idea he was able to put a claim on me as if I was something with a price tag was beyond me.
"I always get what I want Ella. The sooner you realize that it's you, the easier it'll be for everyone." Harry simply replied with a sense of finality hinted in his voice.
"You are truly delusional." Snapping his eyes closed, he took his index finger and thumb to squeeze the bridge of his nose. Standing in the middle of an alleyway with two boys canvased in tattoos...it probably looked like I was a bloody streetwalker.
"I'm going to ask one more time...why do you have this money?" His breath came out raggedly and the persistency, in which his eyes remained closed, made me think he was going to lose all sense of rationality if I didn't tell him.
"She needed money for the private you supposedly didn't pay for." Louis spoke up for the first time, and silently I mumbled an excessive amount of swear words towards him. Harry's eyes snapped open, a maniac and wild look crossing his features. Taking a step forward he instantly reached out to me, as I swatted his hand away.
"Why do you keep saying that shit?" At this point I was wavering on whether or not to just tell them the entire truth. It seemed completely irrational in the sense that I didn't even know two things about the men standing in front of me, but something told me if I didn't tell them they would find out in an unethical way.
"I...um." Harry stepped forward once more his infuriated pose slightly relaxing.
"Go on." Taking a small breath, I looked between Louis and Harry and landed back on Louis who gave me a look as if it to say 'If you don't tell him, I will.' Sighing I turned back to the emerald green eyes, and slightly nodded to myself.
"The um...guy I work for. H-he told me you didn't pay and that I owed him double the amount." Confusion settled over his features, taking a step forward I flinched backwards causing him to let out a sigh.
"What exactly did he say?" My eyes shot up to his as soon as he ran his fingers up and down my arm. Harry nodded in my direction to encourage me to continue, and for some reason I wanted to.
"That I messed it up and...um that I had a week to give him 2,000." Taking my bandaged hand into his, a slight frown overtook his features.
"Did he do this to you?" Panic overcame me, and I didn't know what to tell him. I could tell him the truth and he could help, but the risk could outweigh the consequences.
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Possessive
Fanfiction"She's mine." He purred as he watched her hands snake up the length of her curves. Leaning forwards in his seat, his tongue eagerly glided over the bottom of his lips. "She's no ones." His eyes didn't once leave the Blonde gliding across the floor...
