His Property (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Anastasia Cunningham's POV:

After I grabbed my stuff, I walked outside to find Harry leaned up against a truck. He had a cigarette in his mouth. He took a long drag and took it out of his mouth. The smoke burned and destroyed his lungs with every single drag that he took from the little stick. He blew out the deadly fumes and sighed. It was quite the beautiful sight. As much as I hate to admit it, he was quite the looker and the whole bad boy thing was a turn on but I know better than to get involved with him. Not that there is something wrong with people like him, it's just that...well, this one happens to be too arrogant and cocky for me. Oh, and I forgot HOMICIDAL!

"Anastasia! Earth to Anastasia!"

I was snapped out of my thoughts from Harry's waving hand in front of my face. I guess I had been in deep trance for a while because his cigarette was now flattened on the ground underneath his foot.

Gosh, I hope I don't end up like that cigarette-used up and flattened under the mercy of someone else... under the mercy of Harry.

He grabbed my arm again for the twelfth time tonight and lead me to his car. He opened my door and walked around to his side. I tried jumping into the car but couldn't do it-it was far to high and Harry was already in his seat while I was just sitting their struggling.

Harry chuckled at my many failed attempts. "Having fun there?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

I glared in response. "Why do you drive a fucking monster truck? Get a lower car!" I harshly replied.

"Or maybe you just need to be taller," he suggested cockily with that damn smirk on his face. I wanna smack it off of his face.

He got out of his car and came over to my side. He came right up behind me and put his hands on my hips. He gave me a boost so I could get in.

"Thank you," I mumbled, a bit embarrassed and very frustrated.

"You're welcome, kitten," he smirked and then he climbed in.

He grabbed the seat belt and buckled me in. I sighed, feeling a bit like a baby but to be honest, I was so tired after work and especially mentally tired with this predicament I'm in with this lunatic so I didn't quite have the energy to fight back.

He kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand. I tried pulling away but I was scared to pull too hard since I just saw him beat the life out of one of my best friends. I don't think I have the energy trying to climb into a truck, it's hard when you're as small as me.

He held my hand tight as we drove and I realized we were going back to my place. Then he suddenly stopped the car and turned towards me.

"Kitten, do you have any movies at your house?" he practically cooed while he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Uh, yeah? I have a few," I whispered.

"Good. Oh, and kitten?" He now started rubbing my cheek with his thumb and I started getting really uncomfortable.

"Do you have any snacks?" I shook my head. He hummed in concentration and started the car.

We arrived at a huge-ass house. It was a goddamn mansion and it was pretty far from any other house or building.

Harry got out of the car. I turned to my side to open the door but it was locked... great. I sighed. He has a fucking child lock on his car. He ran around to my side and opened the door. He climbed in undid the belt and got out so his feet were on the ground. I turned my body to the side so I could jump out. Harry grabbed my hips and helped me out. I mumbled a quiet "Thank you."