Bad Boy Is Back [Harry Styles Fan Fiction] ON HOLD

Chapter - Nineteen

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Harry's P.O.V

There were a number of things going through my head at the time, I honestly didn't know what to  think. But the moment I saw the smirk on his face, I went into an all out rage. "Where is she?" I growled, slamming him against the wall and closing the front door behind me with my foot.

"Is that anyway to say hello?" the witty bastard remarks, slamming him against the wall again only harder, he groaned out in pain.

"Cut the shit." I spit, letting go of the collar of his shirt.

He sent me a glare, before standing up and fixing his posture. "She isn't here." he said,

"Bullshit," I hiss, trying my best to keep calm.

He shrugs, "Whatever man, believe me don't believe me. I really don't give a fuck," he says, "but she isn't here."

There was a time in my life where I'd do anything for this kid, we were like brothers and that all changed for unresolved reasons. I will never trust him like I used to but if I know one thing, it would be that he would never put Alyssa in harms way.

What I don't understand is why Melissa and Sarah would lie about her where abouts, those two are also two people that I would like to think would never put Alyssa in danger.

I want so badly to leap across this room and punch him in the face, but I'm better than that. I have to be better than that, for her. "I was told she was here." I begin, taking a step toward him. "and the only reason I came here was to kick your ass, and bring her back home with me."

"Well you're out of luck," He chuckles dryly,

I was about to begin speaking again before he began on talking. "She was here." He says, looking at me with his head tilted to the side. "but she left."

"Where did she go?" I growled, growing impatient. He's being stupid, playing these fucking games with me.

"The hell if I'd know, she stormed off." he says,

"Why?"

He chuckles, "I really don't think you want to know man," 

He's taunting me, mocking me and I'm seconds away from grabbing the bastard by his neck. "Quit fucking with me!" I yell,

He puts his hands up in defense, "Yesterday." he says slowly, I listen intently. "I went out, and came home with somebody. We ended up fucking, and Alyssa was mortified, completely disgusted with me... so she stormed off." 

It took me a few seconds to wrap my head around it, but I got the picture. Shaking my head, I scoffed. "She wouldn't care that much,"

He shrugged, a smug expression on his face. "I don't know, man." he taunted, a smirk crossing his face. "she seemed pretty upset, maybe even jealous to me."

Before I knew it, I tackled him to the ground. Throwing punches at him like it were nothing, he's fucking with me. He knows he's getting under my skin and that's why he's saying all of this shit. While lost in my thoughts, he flips us over getting his punches in.

Pushing him off, I stand to my feet. A groan leaving my lips as I walk toward the front door, swinging it open I look over my shoulder angrily. "Stay away from her." I growl, before slamming the door shut behind me.

Where could she be?

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Alyssa's P.O.V

I can't eat, and I can't sleep. I wish he didn't have this effect on me, but he does. And I wish I didn't care, I wish I was numb to this by now, but I'm far from it. The pain is almost unbearable and I am truly defeated. I thought we were past all of this, all of the insecurities and petty mistakes but he fooled me again.

I guess I should blame myself, for falling for the same shit again.

But what was I supposed to do? I had a plan, a plan on leaving him and telling him we needed a break the moment I saw him after he was released from jail but I was just so overwhelmed with feelings that love overpowered it all. And now I'm the heartbroken one, I'm the one that gets to endure all of the pain and he's free.

"Leave." I hear my mothers voice hiss, "she doesn't want you here."

my heart drops, and I bring my legs up to my chest and hug them tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere." he snaps,

his voice nearly has me in tears, I can't keep doing this with him. Not anymore, I need to act like a woman for a change and stand up for myself. Standing from my bed, I wait patiently for him to disobey my mothers orders and come running up the stairs.

"Damn it," she hisses, trying her best to keep quiet. I can hear all the footsteps coming up the stairs. "I'll call the police."

"I don't care." I hear him mumble, and before I know it he's standing in front of me looking me directly into the eyes.

"Alyssa, sweetie." my mothers voice is so compassionate. "I'll call the police right now."

I shook my head, "it's fine."

"Are you sure?" I just nod my head, looking between the both of us she sighs before closing the door behind her.

"We need to talk." his voice is raspy, and I'm almost weak at the knees. "Can we go for a drive?"

I surprise myself by nodding, and following him down the stairs and out of the front door.