Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

chapter 13- explanations

    Hey guys! Sorry for the late update, I’ve been super busy, but I worked long on this chapter, hopefully it turned out good enough! (There is some profanity used in this chapter as well!) But yeah thanks for over 200 reads on the whole story yay! (And in my last chapter I meant Camille was going to pick her up from the hotel.) This will be the only update for the week, but I will make the next update long as well :) -zahra

Chapter 14- Harry’s POV

      As I’m about to get out of the elevators I notice two people running toward my direction. I look closer and my jaw practically hits the floor as I see Dilara running. She seems scared as her eyes came up to mine and her face was completely red. Oh and one other small thing, that actually wasn’t so small. Her outfit took me by complete surprise.

      Out of the few times I had met this fan, she was always full on covered. There was always a cardigan of some sort that she had worn with jeans and a pair of converse. She would wear scarves that matched her outfit and that somewhat bugged me because I wanted to know how she appeared without her scarf. However, I held respect for her when she told me “It’s because of religious purposes,” when I visited her family’s café for the second time.

     Here she was now sprinting towards me, her small body holding a little black dress and her hair was beautiful. The color was of dark chocolate and hung right over her shoulders. The waves of hair danced off her as she was still pacing towards me.

Shit! She’s still running!

   I’m so confused though, there’s some guy behind her…wait a second, it’s the jerk from the café and the delivery guy! What the fuck?

      I block out my attention on the short dude running after her, and right when I look back at Dilara her eyes are bit hesitant of something, but then in seconds she jumps onto me, almost knocking me over, but I hold myself in place. Her arms wrap around my back and this is where I could tell that something is definitely not right. Her eyes held shock and almost being terrified of something. Without thinking myself, I place my large arms around her small self and slightly grab onto her somewhat bare back. I knew that she wanted to feel something, safety, I believe, and I would give that to her at this moment, and I would make her feel that way.

     After a couple of seconds, I see her letting her grip and I as well when I hear the stupid douchebag start to talk.

     “Oh, it’s just you again.” The butthead says, rolling his eyes. I slowly have the urge to push Dilara to my back. The feeling of overprotection comes in, what I always had with my close family and friends, and so i gently move her right behind me.

     “And it’s you,” I reply harshly. I now take in this waiter-delivery guy whatever the fuck he was. He’s still short, but his body is well built. His light brown hair with a few blonde streaks is gelled up and his eyes, oh his eyes are burning red. I guessed it was because he was drunk. Shit, holy crud, it all makes sense he’s drunk and he was running after her. Oh my gosh. My blood boils and my whole body tenses up full on.

     “Hey, do me a favor and give me the girl, I saw her first.” Excuse him? She’s not some fucking toy. I think to myself and before I know it I’m speaking as well.

     “How about you do yourself a favor and fuck off.” I feel my teeth slowly clenching together of this asshole. Calm down harry, don’t do anything stupid. I reply again a little more slowly. “Look man, I’m warning you, leave her alone and find someone else to fuck with, okay?

     “Now why the hell should I do that?” Justin says with stupidity and dumb cocky smile.

     “Back off. Now.” I say with the most deathly tone I could manage to put on. After a few seconds he gives me shoots me a small grin and speaks up.