Butterflies [Styles]: Book 1

22. Revenge

Simpson's POV

I woke up in my bedroom the next morning, surprisingly.

There was a throbbing pain throughout my entire complexion. Confused, I stood up from the bed and made my way over to the bathroom. After finishing my business and such, I walked over to the sink to wash my hands when I looked up into the mirror.

A swollen black eye. A busted lip. Dry blood trailing down my face through each nostril.

It was then when all of last night's events came into my mind.

Maven. Kissing. Crying. Styles. Punching. Ape. Getting Away.

A sudden boil of anger began to rising in me as I walked back into the bedroom. I grabbed the nearest object and threw it against the wall. It wasn't long until more objects were being thrown all over the place.

Stop throwing everything you weakling!

I stopped as I listened to the voice that came out of the blue. I looked around trying to find the body the voice was attached to, when I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder.

Startled, I grabbed a knife from inside of my pants leg, ready to attack said person. As it turns out, that person happened to be myself. Only I was dressed in a black jacket, white t-shirt, black skinny jeans and boots. Only thing covering my eyes were a pair of ray bands.

His hair was red and he had fangs in his teeth.

[K/N: Italics = Simpson's inner voice, Bold = Simpson]

Now before you start screaming and freaking the fuck out after finding me in your humble establishment, let me offer a proposition for your little dilemma.

He gestured for me to take a seat on my bed as he took a seat in my desk chair, propping his feet up onto the desk.

So as far as I know, your goal is to catch this little dame that you have been obsessed with ever since she came here, so you two can fall in love and live happily ever after and shit? Am I correct?

I nodded my head in response.

And the only thing that is keeping you from archiving such goal is the man by the name of Harry Styles? Right?

I nodded my head in response once again.

Use your words.

Yes, he is the one.

He stood up from the chair, and with the snap of his fingers, pulled up a floating screen along with a floating projector. I have to admit--- at least he came prepared with a presentation.

I paid very close attention to the board as well as to Red Surfer (not the best name to give this man, but he has red hair and he's basically a surfer like me).

The solution to your problem is so simple! It was literally right in front of your face! Remove Styles from the equation my young lover.

It's not as easy as it sounds Red.

I am aware of that, and that's where the plan comes into play. We both know that Maven is trying to keep her "condition" as a secret from Harry as long as she can. In fear that once it's out, he will leave her possibly for good. You already gave her an offer she couldn't refuse, and, unfortunately, did not take upon that offer. So that leaves one other option.

What option is that?

Styles is soon planning to take her to the park in the month of December. He is planning to ask your little Bambi if she can be his girlfriend. Don't ask how I know that, because it's a long story.

Anyways, when they walk through the park, you will come out and reveal Maven's secret to him. Just in case you need proof, I have video of a news report about what went down in her hometown.

He whipped up a flash-drive and handed it over to me. I smirked as I looked at the device in my hand.

So all it's going to take to gain the girl who should---no who will belong---to me is a video and a secret?

And she'll be all yours for the taking.

I chuckled while examining the small device.

This was going to be fun