His Bodyguard (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 10

(Brooklyn's POV)

Where the hell am i suppose to go ?

Where am i ?

But most importantly;
Why ?

Did i offend him?

I sigh as i sit in the curve of the sidewalk. I look around , there's lots apartment buildings in his street , It's starting to darken and It's barely 7 . People pass by and give me weird looks. Yeah , I know ; I look so out of place with my short dress and my stilettos compare to what they're wearing ; pants and a simple t shirt . I wait a few minutes , maybe he'll come back.

Fucking Harry .

After a few minutes of just sitting there I decide to take out my phone and dial Zayn.

He isn't coming back and Zayn is my only option.

"Hello?" He answers at the second ring.

"Hey," i start. What am i suppose to say?

Oh yeah, my boss but also my ex love left me in the middle of nowhere because i cancelled on him?

"Change of plans, can you please pick me up from," i look around for a street name and luckly there is one. i tell him the name of the street and he agrees to come and get me there, explaning that he doesnt live far from there.

"Why are you there again?" he asks.

"I was taking a walk and i got lost ?" i say but it comes out more like a question.

I know for sure he notices my lie but he's too much of a gentlemen to point that out.

He chuckles "Okay, Well just sit tight and be careful. I'll be there ina few." And with that our conversation ended.

I sigh again , running my hand through my hair.

My thoughts go back to Harry .
I don't understand; did he get offended ? Did I hurt his ego or something ?

I laugh at the thought , maybe I did. That man has a ego as big as Mount Everest .

I shake my head at the thought.

I'm on my feet in seconds as a realisation hits me.

"Shit!" I scream.

What if Harry goes to another club or party without me and he gets attacked ?

"Shit , Shit , Shit !" I say repeatedly each time a little louder as I walk back in forth in frustration .

I see lights up ahead , Finally !

I put my Fakest smile and try to hide my panic .

As the car gets closer I recognize it .

It's Harry's car .

(Melissa's POV)

After a few minutes if just standing there ; thinking , I finally I start making the 3 layer cake.

As I look around , thinking if where to grab the baking pans the young maid who I believe is called Lucy walks on with an empty tray.

"Hi," I smile "is there any baking pans in here ?"

"Yeah, are you going to bake?" She returns the gesture .

"Yeah," I laugh.

"Okay , let me take them out for you."

All the baking pans and ingredients are sorted I front of me now , I put on my apron and start baking.

(Brooklyn's POV)

All of my worry is replaced by anger.

That little bitch.

He stops right in front of me and leans to the left and opens the door.

I stare at him with a glare and not move a single muscle .

"Are you coming in or what ?" He asks with calmness In his tone.

"You know what Harry ? Fuck you." I spat and slam the door shut.

How can he just leave me here, come back and calmly ask me to get in his damn car like nothing happened ?

When is Zayn going to come ? He said he was close.

Harry slams the door shut and walks towards me.

"Hughes ," he starts but I cut him off.

"No Harry , just shut up and leave." I glare at him.

"I'm sorry , okay ?!" He exclaims , raising his arms up in the air in a dramatic way.

"You leave me here, stranded, after I told you I had plans with someone else ? How immature is that ! I could've gotten raped or kidnapped ." I yell at him as I shove him.

I wouldn't necessarily gotten raped, I know how to defend myself ; I'm a bodyguard after all.

" I know that and I'm sorry ! I was mad ..." He frowns , his eyebrows furrowed ; he's thinking .

"Mad ?" I laugh "that is the stupidest excuse . Why would you be mad ? Why do you even fucking care ? I'm just a driver , you said so yourself ."

He stay quiet for a bit, he looks angry .. Maybe even jealous .

Before I can decide he answers me .

"You're right," his face expression is blank; no emotion shown "I don't give a fuck about you nor about where you're going. I don't even know why I even came back for your sorry ass."

Ouch .

I copy his expression , not letting him see how hurt I am by his words, "Okay then , goodbye."

I wave at him.

I see a pair of lights heading up ahead , Is it Zayn ?

My question is soon answered when a red Camry parks right in front of Harry's car and Zayn comes into view.

He looks extremely attractive , more than he already is. He's breath taking.

I turn to look at Harry, his features
are consuming anger yet again; his nostrils flaring and his hands closed into fists.

Zayn gets out of his car with a bouquet of roses and walks over to me , he notices Harry and looks at me with a confused look.

"Hi Zayn," I greet him with a smile.

My heart starts beating faster , Zayn knows my name and if he says it In front of Harry, I'm fucked .

"Hello beautiful ." He greets back with a hug "I got you these."

He hands me the bouquet and I smile ; he's so sweet and charming.

"Awee , thank you. This is very thoughtful and nice of you." I gush and he blushes.

Harry watches our exchange, an emotion runs across his features but quickly vanishes and returns to anger when he sees me staring at him .

"Oh , hi mate." Zayn finally acknowledges Harry .

"Hey ..." Harry plainly answers him.

"Are you ready ?" Zayn asks me, he laces our hands together, he looks down at our intertwine hands and back at me.

"Yeah , I'm ready." I smile at him.

He leads me to his car and like a gentlemen he opens the door for me, I thank him and get in. He closes the door and walks to the drivers seat, hops in and starts the car.

"I hope you like where I'm taking you," he laughs as he pulls away from where he was parked .

"I think I will." I grin.

I look back and see a thoughtful and angry Harry standing there looking at us drive away.

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Here it is ! I know it's short but I promise next update will be longer !

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