Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 15

On the bright side, Liam didn't have the chance to say anything to me because Harry burst in that exact moment. I have never been so glad to see someone, ever.

Not even when I met Ashton from this band I love, 5 Seconds of Summer. This feeling -- seeing Harry in a situation like this, it was so relieving.

"You're lucky, babe," Liam whispered into my ear in a threat. He plastered a sweet smile onto his face and shine at Harry, who reciprocated the smile. Liam then turned back to me and continued with his psychotic words. "This is not over, trust me."

I swallowed thickly. I wanted to tell Harry, but if I did, he'd probably think I was lying. That would make his perspective on me weaken and I could never earn his trust and escape.

It wouldn't work because Harry and Liam were best mates, and Harry would jump to conclusions and that is going to make everything worse.

Liam left and I was scared shitless.

Fuck it, I'll take my chances. "Harry..."

"Yes, baby?" Harry inquired. I swallowed nervously, trying not to let the fear consume me. My breath left my lips in a long exhale.

"Liam, he said something." I murmured, picking at the thread from my shirt. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"What did he say, Ari? You gotta get over your fear of him... it's the only way you'll feel better with me."

I looked at him in disbelief. "I've told you a thousand times, I'm never going to even feel the slightest amount of comfort near you." I lied.

He nearly saved me from being molested by my childhood friend. "I'm sorry.. shouldn't have said that. Anyways, are you allergic to dogs?"

Well, this was an interesting change of subjects. "Uh, no. Don't change the subject, Harry-"

"Good, cause I got you a little puppy. Actually, little puppy would be an understatement. He's a well trained German Shepard." Harry squealed in excitement. What the fuck is up with him? "His name is Max. I think you'd like him,"

"Wait, what?" I breathed. Harry sighed in relief. "You got me a dog?"

"Course I did, sweetheart, I'll get you anything you want." he promised. His voice sounded very sincere and genuine. "I promise."

"Where's the dog?" I ignored his words. "Could I see it, please?"

"Sure," He laughed at my eagerness. "Be right back."

I nodded, but the only thing that was lingering in the back of my mind was what Harry did and what Liam could have reciprocated.
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Harry's POV

I was going to keep the dog a secret, but fuck it. I didn't want to seem like an ass to her. I raped her... she was probably tearing down inside even though she managed to seem extremely composed outside.

Too bad I was good at seeing through people.

I jogged up the stairs and sprinted down the hallway, into the attic. That's where I kept the dog. Max was taking those conditions exceptionally well.

I barely got him yesterday, and I was gonna let Liam keep him until I was ready to give him to her.

But like I said, fuck it.

The large dog bounded toward me in an instant and before it could touch me, it skidded face first into my legs. I nearly got knocked over.

I heard a door slam downstairs. Didn't Liam lock the door on his way out?

Oh, fuck.

"Alright," I spoke to the dog. I was going insane. (I think I already am for kidnapping my ex-girlfriend's 'daughter.') "You better have fuckin' picked up her scent by now."