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“Sorry..umm..didn’t know she was yours.” The creepy man says to Harry.
“Don’t ever come near her again, got it?” Harry looks him dead in the eyes. Harrys eyes look so dark and just make him look so much more big and dark. I don’t know how to describe it, but I’m a little scared he’s going to do something…something not good..
“Y-yes sir.” The man says. He takes one more glance at Harry and I and then he walks down the rest of the hall and turns to the left. One only knows where that leads to.
Harry lets his arm fall from my waist and looks at me.
“Lara, what the fuck are you doing here?” He spits at me but says it very quietly so the people in other palces around us can’t hear him.
“I needed to run errands.”
“So why didn’t you just stay and wait.”
“I need to do them today, Harry. Not in 2 fucking days.”
He sighs and just looks at me. Who the hell does he think he is?
“You need to get out of here.” He says calmly.
“Why?!” I almost shout out him. I know exactly what he’s going to say. He’s going to say that he can’t tell me and that I don’t want to get involved. Well I’m sorry Harry, but this is my life. If I want to get involved, I can. I can do whatever I want. In 2 weeks I will be 18. Then I can move out from my parents house and go on with my life. There is no way I’m letting some Harry dude tell me what I can and can’t do.
“Umm..Lara..”
“Fuck. Did I just say that out loud?”
“Yeah, you did.” He chuckles. “Listen, Lara, the reason why I don’t want you to get involved is because I know you’ll get hurt.”
“What the hell would I get hurt from?” I ask. I honestly have no clue why or what I would get hurt from.
“Can’t say.”
“Harry Styles you better tell me right now.” I shout at him. He was just about to respond but then a older muscular guy, clearly at least 2 years older than Harry, comes up to him, to us.
“What you got goin on here Styles?” The older guy asks.
“Nothing. What do you want?” Harry says, and asks the guy.
“I came to get you back in the training room. Why else would I be here? To steal your little girl?”
“I’m not up for games Damien.”
“Oh but you are Styles. You see, I’m your trainer. And when you’re in this building, I own you.”
“Whatever, lets go.” Harry turns towards me and says “You’re coming with, whether you like it or not.”
“Whoa whoa, Styles, let the girl have a choice.”
“Fine. Lara, do you want to come in with us, or would you rather go back to the flat?”
“You.” I quickly say. Knowing the type of people Harry is around now, I really don’t feel comfortable staying at his flat by myself.
“Good.” He grabs my arm and we follow this Damien guy back into what I’m assuming is the training room.
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Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)
FanfictionLara Rufus doesn't have a lot of friends. Her sister and her always fight. There's really no civil conversations, so why not write? Lara starts writing letters to a random address, she thought in her head. Little did she know, it was a real place. W...
