Insane

//Styles//

Hanna's POV: 2012

*flashback*

"Listen to me, Hanna!" Harry yelled, slamming me against the nearest wall.

"I- I'm sorry.." I said, looking down, as he pinned both my arms to the wall. He wasn't always like this, the first year of our relationship he was the sweetest thing, then something happened. And he snapped. He lifted my head up to look at him,

"Hanna, baby, you know I don't like hurting you, but by not listening to me you give me no choice."

"I don't know how to make you happy.." I said, looking back down again.

"Hanna. Come on. You always make me happy, you're my world."

"Then why do you hurt me!" I screamed, shoving him back, knowing that was a mistake as soon as I did it. He slapped me across the face, hard. His ginormous hands left a huge hand print on my face.

"I'm going to go, Harry. I'll see you tomorrow." I got on my tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, see you later." I know after all the pain Harry puts me through, he still loves me. And I still love him.

*end of flashback*

Unknown POV:

I was walking past the old alley way I usually walk by on my way home when I heard light talking. I know it was wrong of me, but I stood and listened.

"When are you going to do it? It has to be soon. I can't take seeing her and that stupid girl that looks like Hanna again." A man said, with a deep raspy thick British voice.

"I'll do it tomorrow. How much are you giving me?" Another man said.

"A million. But not until after you do it. Got me?"

"Yes, I'll get rid of her tomorrow, don't worry. She'll be gone, and so will the other."

"Great." I heard them start to walk toward me, so I took off running down the road, so they wouldn't see me. Who were they getting rid of? And why?

Chase's POV

I woke up at about 10:45, thanks to my mom. She called and asked how it was going, I told her since it was Saturday, we were off, and that she didn't have to call me. After we got off the phone, I got up and took a shower.

As the water was running over my body, I wondered why Harry had called me Hanna. Who was Hanna? I'm determined to find out. After I got out of the shower, I threw on a t-shirt and shorts, and brushed my hair, not caring that it was wet. I walked down to the boys dorms and saw a guy sitting outside one of the doors,

"Excuse me?" I asked, and the guy looked up.

"Yes?"

"Um, do you know where Harry's room is?"

"Harry who?"

"I don't know his last name, but he's really tall, he has dark curly hair and green eyes?"

"Oh, Styles. He's in 114."

"Thank you." I smiled, walking off to find room 114.

When I found it, a guy opened the door. It wasn't Harry, but this guy was cute.

"Um, is Harry here? I need to talk to him."

"Yeah, come on in." As I did so, I saw Harry laying in his bed with his shirt off. He held his iPhone above his face.

"Hey, you look just like that girl in that picture with Harry." He pointed at the picture on the desk, at that Harry jolted his head up. I walked over to the desk and picked up the picture. She looked just like me, and dressed like me too. Harry snatched the picture from my hands.

"What are you doing here!?" He yelled shoving me into the big closet and closing the door.

"Who is Hanna, and why did you call me that last night?"

"I told you not to mention her name!" He spat, pushing me against the wall.

I wasn't going to let him win this one.

"Was it that girl in the picture? Was she your ex?"

Harry shuddered, looking at me, and holding me against the wall.

"It's none of your business who she is."

"Did you kiss me because I look like her?"

"ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" He screamed, causing the other guy to open the closet door.

"Maybe you should go," he said taking my wrist and pulling me out of the closet. Before I left though, I looked at Harry,

"I'm going to find out what you're up too, I'm going to break down all of your walls, whether you want me to or not."

With that, I left. Slamming the door behind me.