His Property (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Anastasia Cunningham's POV:

It's been two days since I encountered that creep, Harry Styles. I haven't seen him since that traumatic night. Today is Friday and I'm at the Music Shop working my shift. John is here too. He is in the back unloading the new CDs that just came in and need to be put on the racks.

I didn't tell him what happened after I left two nights ago. I didn't want him to worry-I mean, he hates Harry enough already without even knowing of this predicament I am in. Besides, I haven't seem him since then so why worry? But I must say what he said when he left frightened me quite a bit.

The memory itself is scary to recall...

"Um, sure," I replied, walking him out the flat. Once we were outside, he shut the door and we both turned towards each other.

"So..." I said, a bit lost.

He just chuckled, "Sooo, kitten, I need to go now but trust me, we will be seeing each other soon." His tone was laced with an eerie sound. He then started leaning in extremely slow and I thought he was going to kiss me. I started leaning back a bit to escape his lips but he grabbed the back of my neck to keep me in place and then his lips met my cheek. My face burned up so much that I probably looked like a tomato. He moved his lips to my ear.

"Night, kitten," he then moved back and chuckled at the fact that I probably looked like a fire hydrant. He then swiftly turned and strode toward the elevator. He pressed the button and turned back to looked at me. He blew me a kiss and then the elevator arrived on the floor. He turned back and went inside the shaft and gave me a sly wave while the doors closed.

I walked back inside to be bombarded with questions.

"Who was he? Is he your new boyfriend? Are you guys in love? When is he coming back? Have you guys made out? Oh my god, I bet you had sex!" Gabby exploded with questions as soon as the door closed behind me.

I knew this would happen...

"Oh my GOD! Calm down! One at a time!" I said, giggling a bit at how worked up she was.

She took a deep breath, "Okay, I want to know everything!" She sat on the couch and patting the spot next to her, indicating she wanted me to sit. I went and sat next to her. I explained everything from the music store to just now.

By the end of it, she stood up and started screaming. "HOW FUCKING DARE HE! OH MY FUCK-IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN, I WOULD HAVE FUCKING KILLED HIM JUST NOW! UGH, I FUCKING HATE HIM!" she just kept going and going until she was purple in the face. After a while, she calmed down and sat next to me again, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing.

"I know, Gabs. It is scary but I'm pretty sure he will kill me if I fight back so I'm just letting this blow over," I said.

"What?! No, you can't! He's a murderer! He needs to be arrested! Sentenced to death! If he lays a hand on you, I'm going to go full-on Antichrist on his ass! You hear me?! I will-" She began to scream and panic.

"Gabby! Look, I will figure this out! Just relax, leave it to me! I promise I will be okay," I tried to convince her, silently praying that it would work.

She just shut her eyes and sighed, "Okay, fine. But if he hurts you, I will not hesitate to kill him. Your life and safety is worth spending the rest of my life in prison," her tone was defeated but her eyes still burned with some type of hatred and rage for Harry.

"Just be careful," she said, sighing once again in defeat. "And if he puts his hand on you again, I don't fucking care if he has a gun, I will whip his skinny, white ass!" she said, pretending to laugh at the end. Exhausted, we both got up and went to bed.