Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

A/N:

Okay so. Uhm. Hey! Sorry for not updating for so looooong, and I wanna say THAAAAANK YOU to all those who waited and those who's giving their full support to my story <3 thank you! *sobs* sorry,   there's a lot of things in school that I guess I should prioritze. But I promise to update my story everytime I got online (I'm always online so yeah. expect it. lol) btw, lastly, I wanna say that I will be releasing another trailer of Styles Brothers maybe this week or next week. (: love y'all craics! HEYA FANS OUT THERE *waves hand* (:

-HugsandKissesxx

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Hazza and I decided not to tell that someone wanted to kill me, and about the previous accident, we just said that someone came inside the house and almost robbed if Hazza didn’t came, or in other term, we lied. I know that it’s wrong but it’s the only way I think to prevent them from worrying, I don’t want them to lose attention on their work thinking every second if I’m in a danger. I want to keep things normal. Mom and dad went to the hotel just after we had a dinner, leaving me and my lovely boyfriend on his flat. My feet strolls me to the couch where Hazza is, the softness of couch surrounded with pillows relaxes me for a moment, then this stunning man beside me who’s currently shuffling his fingers on the remote control changing TV stations, obviously not contented to the shows makes my heart flutter all the time.

“I know I’m hot but I didn’t tell you to shot your eyes on me beautiful.” He spoke not looking into me, still concentrating on the stations.

Realizing, I’ve been looking at him for seconds. Why won’t I look at him? He’s just so—“Yes you’re hot. Sorry about that.” I cut my thoughts; smiling as I said that he’s hot. NO LIE.

Suddenly his fingers stop from clicking on the remote control, I guess he found the perfect show; I took a glance on the TV and found where he stopped. It’s a movie. “I thought you’re going to knock me off.” He grinned. He placed the remote on the side table and then he faced at me. I checked the spaces between us, finding out that I was only few inches away from him. His hand was placed on my shoulders, he pulled me closer to him until I was already leaning on his warm chest. There, I feel the safety, I know he will never let me to get in a danger, I know he loves me because I feel it, with or without any words. He’s so perfect. I can’t help but to look at him again, he smirked, his free hand reached for the remote. Suddenly, the room was quite, I didn’t hear any sounds from the TV.

“Naughty.” He spoke, turning his head on my side to meet my glance.

“You didn’t tell me to stop looking at you.” I chuckled.

His hand was disjuncts on my shoulders, placing it to my waist, “I don’t wanna lose you.” His words were out of the topic but I know what he’s talking about.

“I don’t wanna lose you too. You’re my everything.”

He went closer and closer, feeling his breathe on my skin, his green lens pinning me. I put my hands around his nape, and came closer,

“Shit! Sorry to disturb your make-up session!” A voice stopped us from almost reaching his lips into mine. We both darted our eyes to where the voice is, and just behind us, it was Harry.

“Hey Harry. Wait, but we weren’t—“

“Somebody didn’t teach you how to knock on a rectangular shaped thingy called door nigga?” Hazza broke my words. My eyes looked back at Haz and funny to see that he’s wearing a what-the-hell-are-you-messing –with-me-up-? face.

“Sad to say, but no one ever taught me that. Sorry bro.” Harry smirked.

“But we weren’t making up.” I said, finally finishing my broken sentence a few seconds ago.