His Property (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Anastasia Cunningham's POV:

Harry walked out the elevator leaving me shocked, confused, and most of all scared, but I sucked it up. I walked out to find him standing in the hall looking right at me which confused me for a bit. Then I realised that he didn't know which flat was the one so I just huffed and lead him to my apartment. It was all the way towards the end of the corridor. I just walked straight up to it and abruptly stopped, only to have Harry run into me a bit since I did stop unexpected.

He took a couple of steps back and I turned towards him. He put his hands in his front pockets and licked his lips, his tongue glazing the soft, pink skin and fiddling with the lip ring.

"Well, this is it," I informed him in monotone.

"Okay, good... Well, aren't you gonna open the door, kitten?" Harry asked. His smirk once again appearing on that stupid but gorgeous face of his. Wait, cross that last part out!

"Ugh!" I responded and I turned towards the door so my left side was facing Harry.

He just hummed a bit impatiently while tapping his foot while I got the door open. And as soon as the door opened, I heard that familiar mother-like scream.

"ANASTASIA CUNNINGHAM, WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! I'VE BEEN SO DAMN WORRIED! EVEN I CAME HOME BEFORE YOU DID! YOU DIDN'T TEXT OR CALL OR ANYTHING! I WAS GONNA CALL THE DAMN COPS SOON!" Gabby boomed. I looked towards the wall to realise I was about an hour late. Damn, time passes fast while meandering the streets with a creep who murdered a man and slapped my face.

Before I could say anything, Harry cut in, "I'm sorry, I occupied her a bit. I didn't know she had a curfew. My apologies." He wore a fake, polite smile, which was new. It was always a smirk with him.

Gabby's eyes nearly bulged out of her head a bit, finally noticing the intimidating figure standing to my left. She probably thinks he's a date or something... I'm never gonna hear the end of this.

"Oh, well that's fine," she said with her classic smirk. She began to walk to her bedroom before she turned to face me and added, "but a phone call would have been fantastic. It would've saved me the heart attack." Her anger surfacing once again.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It won't ever happen again," Harry once a-fucking-gain.

While this was all going down, I was just standing there completely confused.

"Oh, where are my manners? I didn't even introduce myself," Gabby started.

"I am Gabrielle Diamond, but you can call me Gabby. I'm Anastasia's roommate and best friend," she said offering her hand to shake.

Harry Styles's POV:

The woman (whose name I learned to be Gabby) extended her hand to me.

"Harry, Harry Styles," I responded. She just politely nodded. She was quite the looker, I must say. Her hair was in chestnut brown waves with hints of natural red highlights cascading down her shoulders and back. Dark brown-almost black saucers for eyes and dark red lipstick on her glossy lips. She was very tall as well... well, not as tall as me, of course, but she looked around... I wanna say five feet and seven inches tall. She was wearing a white dress that stopped at mid-thigh covered with a black-skull pattern with black studded combat boots that stopped at about mid-calf. She may have been gorgeous, but she didn't compare to my beautiful new girlfriend who I just learned is named Anastasia Cunningham. Although she was the one I wanted, Gabby wasn't far behind.

"Well, I must be on my way now," I said, my devilish smirk returning. "Farewell, Gabby. It was very nice to meet you," I said, then I turned to Anastasia. "Kitten, aren't you gonna walk me to the door?" I asked.

"Yeah, Ana, it's like I taught you nothing!" Gabby chimed in from behind me. Charming and funny. Anastasia finally snapped out of whatever trance she was in.

"Um, sure," she responded.

Authors note: I'm so glad you guys liked the last chapter! And I know this isn't very dramatic and it's a bit short but it's just a filler I promise this will get better!! Gabby is an important roll in this story too.