Target (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 15

Been awhile since I've updated, I know. You might want to read the last chapter or two to see what's going on in the world of Daphne & Harry x      

 Thankfully, Harry hadn't landed anymore blows to my poor bum.

I've been through quite a lot today, Between the party and just everything in general. Life was normal and satisfactory, that is until a Mr. Styles became involved.

We were in the car, Zayn being the driver as usual. At this point, I gave zero fucks about his current blood alcohol levels as he drove, sometimes swerving and accelerating randomly. Nope, rather I sat, surprisingly on the actual seat instead of Harry's lap. He'd been quiet when shoving me into the car, only unnecessarily muttering to remind me to wear a seat belt. He still sat close to me though, his knee and thigh having no breathing room against my own. 

No conversations were exchanged. Nothing. 

I wondered what happened to Perrie, last I saw of her was when I tried to ditch them all in hopes of escaping. Very successful wasn't I?

I had both of my hands in my lap, drawing little circles with my thumb on my shattered and grievously broken IPhone. Harry was doing something with his, I dared not look over his shoulder though to see what he was up to. Instead, I became envious of his lively phone, while mine remained damaged and useless.

Thoughts ran through my mind.

I precariously glanced at him. Hair was messier than usual, lip busted, a few specs of dirt across his cheek. Not bad. I thought. 

He took up three guys at once and managed to fight them off with few battle scars or anything for that matter. Impressive. Yet, terrifying at the same. 

All events and conversations from this evening just sort of jumbled their way to the forefront of my mind all at once. 

"What happened to Ella?" I don't know what crossed my mind to ask such a question. Sheer stupidity maybe? It certainly caught his attention. I even saw Zayn go a little wide-eyed and cough as though he hadn't heard. 

Harry instantly peered up and away from his phone screen. Green eyes revealed, shadows hiding half his face. Saying he looked "pissed" would not be an accurate term to use, since he's always pissed. Pure ferocity was the response I'm receiving now. 

I promised myself that whenever I actually get home (if I ever will), I'm going to duct tape my mouth shut. Permanently. 

"Who the fuck told you about her?" He growled. Jaw clenched, eyes like he is about to commit bloody murder. 

"I-I- n-nevermind." Weak, my mind repetitively droned over and over again. I didn't want to get Perrie in trouble or anything, but it's gotta be obvious.

Harry fiercely glared at me, gauging for some type of answer. I just kept imagining duct tape covering my entire mouth, forcing me to breathe through my nose and just take what's given to me rather than projecting anything ever again. 

After what seemed like an endless lifetime, he looked away and towards the front of the vehicle. 

"Zayn, you've gotta shove your dick in Perrie's mouth more often to keep her loud mouth silent," Harry spoke grudgingly, eyes still glaring at me as though he was contemplating something. . 

My eyes inevitably went wide at that comment.

"Fuck off, Haz" Zayn responded heatedly, close to sounding like a savage. I couldn't quite see Zayn and his physical reaction, but I certainly gave a mental nod to him out of respect. Surely, he's not one to take shit like that from Harry lightly. I could learn a thing or two from him...