Menace (Harry Styles Dark Fanfiction)

Chapter Six - "Later you'll be the one doing the begging".

Sitting on the back of my own car I looked out the window at the scenery outside in silence.

“Here.” Eva smiled; handing me a thermos flask of what I presumed was coffee, since she couldn’t stand to make tea as the smell put her off.

I nodded my head in appreciation and carried on looking out the window.

“Layla what did he do to make you so quiet, and I thought you said he had left you?” Eva fished for answers.

“He had. He came back a few minutes after I ended the call with you and demanded that I got back in his car. I don’t fucking think so.” I muttered the last part to myself.

“Well whatever, at least you don’t have to spend the rest of the day with that arsehole, let alone see him ever again.” She quipped, turning up the radio, signifying the end of the conversation.

I doubt this was it though. Something about Harry told me he was no giving up easily on this one. Like he said to me before, ‘I’m not one to let things slide easily, if I can help it. I am definitely not letting you go anywhere any time soon.’

 

A piece of me told me to run, get as far away from him as possible. But another piece of me told me to stay, to find out exactly what would happen. But how could I? His words hurt me so much, there was no possible way that would ever forget what he said to me. I knew that he held a reputation for being rude and intimidating, but I thought that’s all it was – a reputation, a façade if you like. That’s what I’d thought, right up until he’d proved me wrong.

“Do you want to come back to mine or go and see Mum and Dad?” Oliver asked, pulling from my self-pity.

“Yours, I don’t feel like explaining my mood to them.” I huffed, not wanting to let Harry get to me. I didn’t even like him, why should I care?

“You can’t tell them about him you know? They’ll only freak out.” Ollie rushed, clearly wanting to keep whatever his secret with Harry was exactly that – a secret.

“Whatever, I just need a shower and sleep.” Resting my head against the cold window I recoiled and instead rested it on my shoulder, desperately trying to get away from this reality. However, even with my eyes shut I could still hear the chatter from the front seat.

“Are you coming back to mine as well or do you want me to take you home?” Oliver asked Eva rather quietly, obviously trying to let me nap.

“I’ll come back to yours if that’s ok with you, I should probably keep Layla company.” She answered, and I would’ve rolled my eyes if they weren’t shut.

“No problem. You two seem to spend an awful lot of time at my place.” Oliver pointed out with a slight laugh.

“It’s not a problem is it?”

“No, no, I was merely just saying. I like you being around the house.” I resisted the urge to open my eyes and smack them both silly, instead just keeping quiet. I had the feeling that my brother didn’t include me in the ‘I like you being around the house.’ Clearly I was not meant to hear this conversation, as amusing as it was.