Harry
"Get out of here or I'll-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because Ben held up his hand. "I didn't come for trouble, Styles." I got up from my wife's side and stood in front of Ben. "Then why the hell are you here in my wife's hospital room where YOU put her?!" I questioned and Liam stepped up and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Calm down, mate. Brielle is here." Ben stepped up closer to me and practically growled in my face, "You know if I didn't know any better I would think that you were intimidated by me, Styles." I rolled my eyes and stayed quiet, not to startle Brielle. "Whatever, Ben. You're just trying to get a rise out of me. Well guess what? It won't work." Ben snarled and shrugged. "Like I said, I didn't come for trouble..this time. I needed to inform you of some information that may cost you your career..and your family." He said while smirking. "What the hell are you-" I began when he shut me up by showing me a picture on his phone. "Is this you, Styles? All over England with this woman you met on your tour I suppose?" Liam and Niall inched closer to me and looked down at the picture as I cursed under my breath. "I can explain.." I began and was cut off again. "So it is you." Ben stated and laughed. "I knew you hadn't changed on me, Styles." He chuckled and walked over to the door. "I'll be back. Oh, and you may want to explain that picture to your wife. I'm sure she'll be thrilled." He grinned one last time before he left.
Oh hell.
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Compassion (MAJOR EDITING) #Wattys2015
FanfictionHarry and Brielle Styles may have what seems like the perfect fairytale life. A mansion, billions of dollars in the bank, and a bun in the oven for Brielle. But what happens when a ghost of Harry's past comes back and wants more of what he already h...
