Stall

Chapter 6.

"You know that I'm fiending and you know that I'm rough
Just come let me use you girl, I can't get enough"

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I open my mouth only to close it again, shaking my head quickly as I take a step back from the sink.

Harry closes the door behind him, and reaches into his pocket, and my heart accelerates when he turns pulling a set keys out and locks the door.

How the hell does he have a key for the bathroom here?

He turns back and starts to walk towards me slowly and I back up again, feeling suffocated trapped in a room with him.

I hold my breath as he reaches me, extending his hand out to grasp my camera strap, removing it from my shoulder and placing my camera carefully on the bathroom counter.

"I finally got you away from that annoying boyfriend of yours" he hums, reaching to put his hands on my hips as he turns me and starts to back me up towards one of the toilet stalls.

"Harry.... what are you doing?" I ask nervously, feeling my heart slam against my chest as he leads us inside the stall and locks the door behind him.

Not this shit again.

This is bad.

Bad bad bad.

"Taking a trip down memory lane" he raises and drops his brows as he takes hold of my hips again, turning us until my back is facing the door "Do you remember the last time we were here?"

I swallow as I take a step back from him, trying to create whatever distance I can "Yes, but I shouldn't be here, Andy's probably looking for me"

Harry shakes his head, clicking his tongue as he reaches over to brush my hair over my shoulder "Can I tell you something about that boyfriend of yours love?"

"Even if I say no you're going to tell me any way" I reply, shocked at myself that I even said that.

Harry's eyes light up as he laughs "You've gotten feisty over the last couple of years, I like that - and you're correct by the way"

His face drops to a serious expression as he closes the gap between us, his eyes focusing on mine and I'm back to feeling paralysed.

"I'm just letting you know Abby, if he ever touches you like that again, he's a dead man"

I pull my face back, staring at him in shock "You can't be serious"

Harry lifts his brows, challenging me with them "Just try me sweetheart, and find out"

My lips part as my pulse continues to hammer through my body. He can't honestly mean that literally can he? No one just walks around threatening to kill people so casually, that would be psychotic.

He's just exaggerating.

"You have no idea how lucky he was that I was in a good mood tonight" he continues, searching his eyes across my face.

"Why were you in a good mood?" I ask, knowing its the opposite of what I should be asking right now.

I should be questioning the fact he just threatened my boyfriend like he was talking about ordering food, but as usual my brain always malfunctions around him.

The corners of Harry's lips dip down as he shrugs casually "I took my medicine"

I look to him even more puzzled "You're on medication?"

Harry grins, biting back a laugh "No, I'm not"

I'm so fucking confused right now, everything with this man is a damn riddle.