It's Complicated. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 4: Curiosity Killed the Kat.

Chapter 4: Curiosity Killed the Kat.

"DON'T YOU EVER LAY A GOD DAMN FUCKING FINGER ON MY GIRLFRIEND AGAIN, YOU BLOODY PIECE OF SHIT!" A voice raged. And I'm guessing I know who's it was. People gathered around to watch a pointless fight that was in no way any of their business. Now, I'm not going to say that I haven't surrounded a fight once or twice before because I tend to get curious, and my curiosity haunts me. No joke intended.

The victim fell to the ground. Endless punches thrown to his face as blood streamed down making the scene almost unbearable to witness. The bully, or in this case, Harry broke away from the mess he had created with one last kick to Brandon's stomach, the one who had gotten touchy with Harry's girlfriend, Bianca. Nobody would even think twice about trying to stop a fight involving Harry. Because if they did, well, let's just say they'd better have health insurance.

Harry took her by around the waist and walked off as everyone backed away to clear their path. Bianca was one of the big time sluts of the school. Sure, many girls went whoring around ,but Bianca, that's a whole other story. Black extensions and a pretty face caked with make-up. Intensely scary. *Mental shiver*

I had just gotten to my locker. Getting my stuff out for my 1st period I noticed a folded up piece of paper that wasn't there before.

Someone must've slipped it through the vent.

Opening it up it read:

Meet me up in the back of the library in 5 minutes. Be there or else...

- Him

Or else what?

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As I told you once before, my curiosity can haunt me. And I'm not one to be haunted. There are too many reasons I'm doing this right now. For one, I need to know who wrote that damn note! Second, why did he say or else? Or else what? Does this juvenile delinquent know something that he shouldn't or is he just saying that to scare me? Well, whatever reason it is, I need to know.

Nancy Drew mode activated.

I walked down the quiet and almost empty library. The librarian usually doesn't pay attention to the teens coming in and out because he's either sleeping or doing a crossword puzzle from the newspaper. Not like most librarians who are all strict and have eyes that glare over students looking like a vicious demon bird.

I got to the back of the library which nobody goes to because it has a feel that makes you quiver and it almost has the essence of an abandoned ghost zone.

Creepy.

Taking slow, cautious steps I tried locating the place where this assassin wanted to meet.

"You're late." A British voice I've heard many times before spoke. Harry glided past one of the book shelves like a lurking shadow on the verge of murder. He had on some dark skinny jeans and a black T that had its sleeves ripped off. Once he had stepped into the dim lighting a bruise was visible on his jaw line.

Brandon must have gotten a punch in.

"No, you're just early." I teased slipping on my long jacket.

"Always the joker." Harry crossed his arms over his chest, exposing multiple tattoos.

"What do you want, Styles. Don't make me regret missing ceramics." I snapped replacing my smug smile with an intense stare.

He had an amused grin on ,until his eyes turned a shade darker.

Harry shoved me into the hard, wooden shelves by the neck as he practically held me up by the jaw.

I winced in pain.

"Don't make me regret risking my relationship with Bianca by bringing your ass here." He growled through gritted teeth.

"Like she has managed to keep her legs closed that long." My neck strained. "Now get the fuck off of me before you regret having my knee this close to your crotch." I spat.

His grip loosened and my feet hit the ground. I massaged my chin from where Harry had gripped.

"I want to talk." He said relaxing the tension in his muscles.

"Obviously." I grumbled.

"Don't test my patience today, Kat. You've seen what I can do." Harry threatened.

"But I know you. And I know you won't." I tested.

And right then a stinging pain shot through my left cheek.

He slapped me!

I gasped, my hand flying up to my cheek as I held it there from pure shock.

"Not as well as you thought you did." He spoke, eyes darting throughout my soul, seeking terror. "I want to restate our deal."

What deal? We haven't really spoken since last year when we ha... Oh no.

"No." I said sternly.

"No? Let me repeat that. The deal is back on, period." Harry commanded earning a flinch from the harshness of his tone.

"I can't." I squeaked.

"Remember the night you begged me to fuck you." He asked.

I got a flashback from that night at the party. When I caught Tiffany and Jessie.

Harry saw the remembrance in my face and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought. And now you're saying you can't."

I nodded, actually afraid of what he might do.

"Tsk-tsk, Kat. You can." Harry pulled me towards him by my wrists. "And you will." He growled as he kissed me hard. The heat from the kiss made my knees grow weak. The shock in my eyes soon turned to the opposite as they relaxed and closed. Harry's hand traveled down my back to my ass as he squeezed roughly. The other went through my hair as he clasped onto it. Mine went to his neck as I moaned out of sexual frustration. Harry turned me around so my front was facing the wall, him behind me. The lips of Harry sucked on the skin of my neck leaving it red and sore. His hard on pressed up against my jeans making the intensity more intimate. He flipped me back over, pinning my hands above my head. Harry went staight back into the kiss and entered my mouth fighting for dominance. I let him win. He took over and reached under my tanktop grabbing my breast, massaging it. I whined.

He left a soft peck and bit my bottom lip. Letting go of me Harry stated. "After school, my house. Be there." And then he walked away. Just like that.

I still felt slightly dizzy as I slumped against the wall trying to get my irregular breathing at a steady pace again.

Well this should be interesting.

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