Dangerously Safe

35. Violent

Chapter 35 of ∂αngєяσυѕℓу ѕαfє?

Warning- *Mature content* If it disturbs you then I suggest you DO NOT read the WHOLE chapter. Readers discretion.

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Previously:

"Uh Sorry, its nothing." I grumbled and looked down at my fingers, which were fiddling with the hem of my top so maybe somehow he could stop looking at me like that.

Our heads snapped towards the kitchen door when a animal like growl flared up and I could feel Zayn's grip around me loosen.

Two pairs of pitch black eyes stared between me and Zayn with such enmity, I could almost see it radiate of him.

I was in a dilemma.

Katy.''"

I gasped as I saw his eyes gradually shade into a dark green and finally into a pitch black. His jaw was tight and his hands were curled up into fists; knuckles white. He look demonic and I have never seen this side of him during my stay here. His chest was heaving up and down, taking rapid but deep breaths as he stared at Zayn's hand that was touching me hip.

Zayn's eyes diverted to his hand that was in contact and leisurely removed it from me. Zayn's eyes were just as wide as mine from Harry's frightening attitude and looks and I could tell he didn't expect this. Zayn became so scared that he even took a few steps away from standing next to me. He stood still at the left corner of the kitchen and I furrowed my brows. Why is he so scared of Harry all of a sudden?

I squealed and jumped when the loud sound of the kettle going off erupted through the kitchen and I placed a hand on my chest as I took steady breaths. I forgot about my thirst for hot chocolate and that I put the kettle on. I was bound to get scared from something like that in this situation anyways. Zayn and Harry's head snapped towards the direction of the sound and covered their ears almost immediately. Oh yeah, they have sensitive hearing.  I was quick to grab the kettle and place it on the counter so it would stop making a racket. I don't know why they had an American style kettle when we live in England.

After the kettle had stopped it's chatter, I turned back around and looked up to see that Zayn had scurried out the room and left me with a pissed Harry. I scoffed at his behaviour and tried to follow his tracks but Harry blocked my path to get out. His height looming over mine but I wasn't that small compared to him, about up to his shoulder, but he still looked extremely intimidating even though he isn't that close to me. His facial expression held no emotion besides anger. It is basically radiating off of him.

"Oh my." I heard someone say from behind Harry but I couldn't see over or past him. He has my view blocked.

Harry's forehead creased and I could tell he was suddenly in deep thought. Either that or he was mind messaging the boys.

"No!" Harry's finally spoke up, for some reason saying no. My eyes grew even more wide and I took a sharp intake of breath through my nose because of how loud he shouted.

He turned his neck over his shoulder to look at whoever was there then he spun his whole self around. I took this as a chance to peek beside him and see who is there. Not surprising, all of the boys were standing at the entrance of the kitchen and Zayn was at the very back. They had shocked remarks on their faces and it made me wonder what had Harry said to them through his mind.

I suddenly stood straight as Harry turned back around. My hands went behind me as my fingers hooked around together, my legs stretched as I stood in a straight line. My lips pursed and my eyes directed at Harry. He sighed through his nose and stalked up to me. I gasped as he suddenly zoomed up to standing in front of me and took a vice -like grip upon my forearm.