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EIGHT.

I was definitely busted. I awkwardly sat on the floor, looking up at my mom with her hands on her hips and her famous angry face.

"Well, explain yourself young lady!"

I stood up and brushed off Harry's tee shirt, nonchalantly glancing over my shoulder and out the window. He was no where in sight. Thanks a lot Harry.

"Are you even listening to me? Evan!" My mom shouted for my father. He ran up the stairs and joined my mom's side. Now I was faced with two upset parents. I guess plan B was lying.

"I'm sorry! I was at that party last night and I ripped my dress so I borrowed a shirt from the boy who was throwing the party's house."

That wasn't that big of a lie, only a fib. They still didn't look very impressed, stern expressions matching on each of their faces. "And it was late so I went to Jessica's house. I lost my phone at the party. I meant to call you! I really did but it just slipped my mind until the next morning. I had to use Jess's phone."

"And what about Harry?" My dad questioned.

"Um, what do you mean?" Did they know something I didn't?

"Harry took you to the party, remember?" He replied with an eyebrow raise.

"Oh right. He had to-" I desperately thought of a good excuse to cover for both him and me. "He had to leave. Work stuff, you know?"

I watched my parents exchange a glance. "Well you're definitely grounded, Angelica Marie. I would say no phone but you already did that for us by losing it. You can't leave the house for a month and no one can come over here. Understand?" My mom said.

I let out a long sigh and agreed. She left the room not before saying, "and don't think you're doing this ever again."

"Yes, mom." I replied in an annoyed tone.

My dad stared at the shirt I was wearing. "Journey huh? I didn't know kids these days listened to that."

"Well yeah dad, it's part of that whole vintage trend." I lied.

He nodded and followed my mom out the door. That was a close one. Things could've ended a lot worse than they did. I began to wonder about Harry. What was he doing now?

Harry's POV (a/n: yay!)

I laid out on the plush lounge chair back at home, sipping some leftover wine that was left out on the table. Praying the blood red drink would distract me from the one thing on my mind, Angelica.

I hoped she wasn't in too much trouble. I was the one who told her to go up into her room, thinking it was the best way to go.

I always knew Evan had a daughter but never in my wildest dreams did I think she'd be like that. She was wild but had a certain innocence that I just wanted to destroy. She was confusing and closed off. I had no idea how she thought of me. I couldn't quite read her just yet. She was jaw dropping beautiful with those bright blue eyes, blonde hair, and the palest but softest skin I've ever seen.

I had only known her for a day but I wanted to love her and help her. She needed protecting. I could tell she had things that were bothering her and scaring her. I longed to discover her secrets.

I wanted her, I wanted her so badly. I was almost a decade older than her and I was her father's boss. No one could know about how I felt about her or what I wanted to do to her. I regretted advancing on her like that last night, but I couldn't stop myself. I pushed the limit by kissing her body and bruises. She froze up and didn't give me any way to tell if she was enjoying it. In fact, she pushed me away. That was a first. Girls never pushed me away.

I had two options, the easy way or the hard way. I can give it time and see how she feels or I can be forceful and make her like me. Either way had consequences. I pushed a ring clad hand through my hair in annoyance.

I found myself missing her already. Her goofy dancing, blonde hair, and the way she would stare at me and think I didn't notice. I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my trousers and did something daring.

Does she have social media? I clicked on Instagram and looked up her name, feeling a whole new level of stalkerish. A few results showed up as I searched through them all, finally finding her from her smiling profile picture. She had a ton of posts. Selfies, photos with friends, her at events, and photography. She liked photography too?

I scrolled through each post looking at the photos more in depth and reading the comments. She seemed to have a lot of friends in the photos with her or commenting things. I got to the bottom and saw some selfies from when she was maybe 14? That's when the comments started catching my eye.

"Sexy"

"My baby"

"God, you're so hot."

"Absolutely stunning!"

All the comments were from the username 'alexxx'. Was this the same Alex she mentioned last night? My blood started to boil under my skin. Whoever this Alex was didn't deserve to talk to her like that. She seemed really scared and upset after she mentioned his name. He must've done something to her. I already hated this kid.

I clicked on his profile, hoping to stalk him too but the account didn't exist anymore. Either he deleted it or changed his username. Fuck.

I scrolled back to the top, screenshotting a few photos for later. Poor Angelica didn't know how fucked up she got me. I wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt her or get in the way of my path to her.

My angel.

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Harry's starting to sound like a psychopath in here but he's just whipped, he's sweet but dangerous. Are you liking this story so far? Let me know! Maybe make some predictions...