Proven.

Chapter 5

Natalie's Pov

We drove to the 'Rec' separately just to be safe, and to my relief he wasn't there. Not that I didn't want him to hurt, and suffer like I did and still am. I just don't want Harry getting himself more involved in the law then he already is. Plus, it wouldn't look good to have a client fighting for the intern.

I was walking back to my car, after I had to tell Harry what the guy looked like, how tall he was, because Harry was determined that if he saw him he wouldn't be able to walk ever again. For some unknown reason, I knew Harry wasn't bluffing.  I was unlocking my car, when Harry yelled my name and grabbed my hand back.

"Natalie."

"Yes?" I asked.

"Can I buy you dinner?"

He asked sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck. A nervous habbit I assume. I blew out a sigh of not only annoyance, but frustration.

"Harry...look I've already told you. You're a client, I deal with your cases. You're a criminal, and it just can't happen." I said with a sympathetic look.

His flace flashed with hurt for a split of a second, until it turned to raging anger.

"You know what. Fuck this. I don't want to take out some snobby ass bitch, who thinks she's better then everyone else, and assumes the worse in people. Fuck you Natalie!!!" He yelled, and with that he walked off.

I stood there for probably a good twenty minutes replaying what he said with my mouth agape. He didn't even know me. Im not snobby, yeah I can be a bitch but only when necessary. 

I definitely don't think I'm better then everyone else. He doesn't even know my past. Nobody knows all of it, not even El. El only knows some parts of it. My life is no where near perfect. So what if my family is rich, I didn't use my parents money to get in college. I studied, and got a job. I didn't want to be known as a 'spoiled little rich girl' but hot damn if Harry won't let me feel like one.

I finally got in my car, and started driving back to the  dorms. I have to admit my feelings were hurt a little, but not to the point to where I would cry. I don't cry, not unless something major happens. I don't want to waste my tears anymore. I've wasted them so many times in the past on my dad's friend, that is until my parents found out what happened, and he got put in prison. I was glad when I pulled up to the dorms, so I could see El, and get my mind off of Harry, my past, and that awful memory of a man I can't say the name of.

"Natty!!!" El screeched when she saw me.

I haven't talked to El about the incident that happened at 'Rec' or about her date with Zayn. I know it's awful to say, but I've been avoiding her. Not exactly her, but the conversation of my bruises. She would see them when I put on my shorts and t-shirt.

"El!!"

I yelled back as she embraced me in a hug, I flinched from the pain shooting through me from my bruises, and legs that ache miserably from his rufffness. She gave me a questioning look, but before she asked questions I brought up the date.

"Sooooo, tell me all about the date!!" I yelled with excitement.

"Well.....I don't know where to start. " she gave me a mischievous grin, only making me wait longer.

"El!!" I whined and pouted. She laughed at my poutiness.

"Okay, okay. Well when we were texting the other night,  he asked if I liked cliché things. Of course I said yes, and he said he did too. So when he picked me up for my date, he drove us to Times Square. He held my hand, and we made small talk while he led me to a subway station. At first I was freaked out, because I'm scared of subways, but he gave me this reassuring sexy smile that made my panties want to drop and-"

"ELLA TRISTIN FITZGERALD!!" I screamed.

"Sorry mom, anyways... where was I? Oh yeah that reassuring smile,  so I got on. Well he took me to another subway station, after another. Until eventually we got to a abandoned one, and we walked down the tracks of it, and there was this huge vacant lot that had a table with a white cloth on it, and candles. He had lights hanging over the table, and the room. Also turns out he's an amazing artist, and he wrote my name in graffiti on the wall with a heart on it. I teared up a bit, he smiled. We ate, talked, played twenty questions, and then we roamed Times Square taking pictures.  He brought me back, and being the gentleman he is, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, but after that amazing night he deserved more. So being the whore that I am I grabbed his collar and smacked one on him. We had a heated make out session. He is an amazing kisser, he runs his tongue along the tip of mine so gently then takes dominance. It was the best night of my life." She said and let out a breath from so much talking.

"Awe El, I'm so happy for you!! That is seriously the sweetest date of all time!! Ugh I'm so jealous!! I want romance!!" I said, but immediately regretted it after she flashed me a charming smile.

El has always been the type to want to play match maker. I don't know what it is, but she has this needing obsession to be the reason two people fall in love and get married. I think she feels as if that's her life calling.

"No El. Please no match making. I have a lot going on, but I promise as soon as I want someone you can help." I said with a small smile.

She smiled back and nodded.

I honestly want a relationship,  I just have such a hard time trusting people. After what has happened in my past, I'm scared to let anyone in. El is the only person in my life that I have ever depended on or needed. She has always depended and needed me also. We're each others constant, we've already planned to move to the same place after college and live in the same  neighborhood or something. We rely on one another for support, other then her I'm independent.

"Natty??" El said.

"Mhm?" I asked.

"I asked if you wanted me to go rent a movie from the redbox in the lobby, and we can have a movie night." She said.

"Yeah that sounds great." I said smiling.

After she left the room, I changed into my shorts and t-shirt.  I was just waiting for her to ask what happened when she got back. The only thing that kept replaying in my mind is 'why would Harry care if I get hurt?' Then of course my bitchy conscious who always has an answer said 'because another fight to let out the steam he holds of being a criminal.'

Criminal. Is Harry Styles a criminal or not? I don't work tomorrow, but Friday I could take a sneak peek in his file. I laid down on the bed, and waited for El.

I heard the door open, and someone gasp. I knew El saw the marks, the tears started pricking my eyes as I sat up. What I wasn't expecting was to see my mom, dad, and El standing there horrified. I felt panic run through me, from the thought of what my parents would do and the commotion they would cause.

"El..." my mom said with tears in her eyes. 

"What happened?"  My dad asked.

"I happened." A voice spoke. The voice that hurt me in that room, that caused these bruises and pain. He was standing there with a sick smile on his face.

That's when I started screaming.