Footsteps || h.s.

Chapter Twenty

Harry's POV

"Scar, babe!" I called. Scarlet looked over at me from the shoreline.

I ran over to her, placing a small kiss on her cheek.

"You've done well today" I smiled, "but I have to go..."

"Where are you going?" She asked, putting a hand on my waist.

"I.. Er... Need to go get some groceries for your apartment!" I lied.

"Harry I don't need any-"

"Well I'm making a home cooked meal for you tonight, so take your time at work, my sweet" I winked, kissing her lips quickly.

"Okay."

"Have fun, baby. SAVE OUR SOULS!" I shouted, probably too loud for people's understanding. I chuckled.

"Bye Scar. I'll see you soon. Love you" I said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Love you too!" She shrieked as I ran off.

Running back to Scarlet's apartment, I grabbed her car keys and locked her door, before running back to the parking lot. I soon spotted Scarlet's Mercedes, hopping in and adjusting the seat, before speeding away.

Of course, I was going to make her a home cooked meal now that I had said it. But what else was I doing?

Seeing that son of a bitch that made her a Scar, herself.

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I stormed into that creepy jail, unable to control my anger. The police calmed me down a little, but when I saw that filthy face that I hated so much, the anger began to rise again.

I watched as his face lifted from his hands, walking toward the edge of the cell.

"Well, well, well," he began, "if it isn't the famous Harry Styles"

I cringed at the sound of his dirty voice saying my name.

He stared at me with a smirk and fiery eyes.

"Why are you here?" I asked, pacing slowly up and down his cell.

"To pay you a visit..." I mumbled, trying my best to not jump into his cell and beat him mad.

He scoffed, "Why? Are you gay? Like everyone says you are?"

I frowned, "No, and even if I was, it wouldn't matter because gay people are no different to us... Except they aren't complete drug addicts that beat their partners up"

"If you were referring to me-"

"I was" I smirked, cutting him off.

"Okay, first of all, Scarlet deserved it. She was a bitch to me" he fought against me.

I let out a deep chuckle, "Wow, Cameron. She deserved it? What did she do to you. Please tell me. I'd like to know"

"Ugh... She... Er... That's not the point. The point is, she was a bitch, so I hurt her-"

"For no good reason? Mate, you really need to lay off that cocaine. It's affecting you" I joked.

"Harry, shut up. Get a life"

"Me, get a life? Mate, you're the one in jail. And you're saying I don't have a life? Bitch please, don't got there with me"

"Go where with you? Are you picking a fight?"

I felt my anger boil inside me.

I held both my fists up.

"This is Buff and Spike... Does your face want to meet them? Because you can invite them there, only if you want"

"Harry, stop" Cameron whined.

"Wow, you're such I girl. Hope you learned your lesson, you dickhead" I growled,

And with that, I flipped him the bird and walked out, feeling pretty proud of myself.

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Scarlet's POV

Walking happily into my apartment, I almost fell over, drooling at the smell that was coming from my small kitchen. I dropped my phone on the floor, and ran into my kitchen aeroplane style.

"HOKY CRAP HARRY! WHATEVER YOU'RE COOKING I FREAKIN' LOVE YOU FOR IT!" I shouted, entering the kitchen.

Harry stood over the stove top, swirling something around.

"Dinner and a drink, babe?"

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I placed my plate on my balcony table, taking my glass of wine Harry had poured us.

Hey, I'm nineteen. It's legal in Australia.

After a fantastic meal of spaghetti bolognese, with some mouthwatering homemade bread, Harry and I sat around, looking out from my balcony onto the water.

"That was beautiful, Harry" I smiled.

He smiled back, nodding slowly. I knew something was up.

"Alright. Where did you really go today?" I asked him. He looked me in the eyes, but said nothing.

"You went up to see him, didn't you?"

"You can read me like a book" he chuckled at what he thought was a hilarious joke.

I rolled my eyes.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I needed him to know how pissed I am at him. I left him pretty cut, though" he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, giggling. There was no point in being angry.

I took a sip of my wine, the warm liquid running down my throat.

I felt his hand intertwine with mine from under the table. I smiled at him.

"You're so beautiful" he hummed, moving his hand to my knee.

He slowly rubbed up and down my knee and thigh. I put my hand on his, making him stop.

"Come on, lets go inside. It's getting dark..." I mumbled. Harry smiled.

"Okay, master. Show me the way" he said. I giggled.

We entered the apartment, and when I turned around Harry had his lips covering mine.

He broke the kiss, placing his forehead against mine.

"So, what's for dessert, chef?" I asked, giggling.

"I don't know. That's for you to decide" Harry smirked, grabbing my waist, pulling me close.

His lips met mine.

"What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, dessert is your choice" he said, running a hand through his hair.

"So I can pick anything?"

He nodded.

"What if my dessert involved your lips?"

He chuckled, pulling me close.

"Does it involve a bed, too?" He asked.

I laughed, shrugging.

"Maybe just some lips will do me fine" I winked, leaning in for a kiss.