the journal - h.s.

83

I updated one day ago -- so don't forget to read chapter 82 xx ^^ 

[harry’s pov]

“Oh so that’s your secret girl, huh Styles? Pretty little one isn’t she?”

I clenched my fists digging my nails into my skin, as Peter stepped into sight. Blocking the way. My jaw tightened. I was going to fucking knock him out if he spoke another word about Amber. It seemed a black eye wasn't enough for him. My scratched knuckles hurt like hell as I did so, but I could use the pain to control my mind. I knew perfectly well it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to punch Peter - again.

I had gone past the foyer I knew so very well. Rosa - the receptionist - had found me outside and waved me over with a sweet smile revealing the white teeth which stood in contrast to her dark skin. She had nudged my shoulder and with a whisper told me ‘to keep my head cold’, as she had followed me into the hotel.

Of course Peter had turned up as I had entered the bar area on my own to get to Theo’s office. Trying to keep Rosa’s suggestion in mind; but with the sight of him it wasn’t easy.

His annoyingly icy blue eyes were sparkling with amusement; his voice was low, teasing. He knew I hated this. I stepped to the side trying to get past him in the narrow corridor instead of just knocking him flat out, but he mirrored my motion not letting me by.

“I bet she can work magic with those pink lips. But have you ever wondered - if she’s only with you because of him?”

What?

How did he know about my father? How did he - I stared at him with alarmed terror painted in my eyes.

His blue eyes narrowed at me as the smile grew wider. His stupid grin based of the power. My hands were trembling; he was the same height as me but more compact. On the other hand I would have the element of surprise if I just hit him right now; if I just put all the roaring anger into one accurate punch to his jaw which kept bothering me so endlessly with his words.

How dared he say something like that - about Amber - how dared he mention myfather? How did he even fucking know about him? I had done everything to keep quiet about that part of my life; luckily no one had found the name ‘Styles’ familiar and thereby not connected the dots. Expect for Peter apparently.

“What’s her name, huh? Maybe I should inform your father about her too? About your little pretty brunette. He sure liked the first information I gave him when -” he took a step closer from his confidence of the situation - which he shouldn’t have done. I couldn’t quite understand his words; I couldn’t make sense of them. What had he done? What had he said to my father? Was Peter the one who had started all of this? Brought Theo into this? My hands grabbed the collars of Peter's black shirt in one rapid move, as I practically saw nothing but red and slammed his back into the nearest wall, which made his stream of words stop.  

“What the fuck is your problem, Peter?” My words were a deathly growl as I pushed him up against the wall trying hard not to simply crush him with my bare hands, “what is your fucking problem!”

My heart was beating out of my chest, with each beat it send poisonous rage out through my every vein. What had I fucking done to deserve all of this? My movement had completely caught him off guard.

I knew Peter had always been deadly jealous of me for some pathetic reason. He had been so pissed when I got that promotion - I knew he had money trouble too because he supposedly gambled more than what was sensible. I guessed it was maybe worse than what I had heard rumored if he would go as far as to contact my fucking father. But the puzzle pieces started falling into place with this new piece of information. How had he gotten in contact with him? What else had he told him? What had my father given him in return? How long had Peter been ‘spying’ on me?