No Control.

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Harry Styles' POV

"You're still here?" my morning voice rasped at the girl lying next to me in my double bed. Normally, my one night stands would leave when we finished, so I was annoyed that this one chose to stay.

"Morning, Harry," she flirted but I wasn't in the mood. When she started moving around the room I let out a grateful sigh that she was leaving, but was let down when I felt her straddle my hips.

"What are you doing, Emma? Get off," I grumbled making her gasp dramatically at me.

"Who is Emma? My name is Molly." she snapped at me but I just rolled my eyes. I couldn't care less what her name was, I just wanted her out of my room.

"Seriously, just leave."

"But don't you wanna--" her hips rolled into mine causing me to suck in quickly and scrunch my nose in disgust.

"Molly I don't have time to- ah," she rolled her hips again which was the final straw. My hands grasped the backs of her knees and lifted her off me, heavily tossing her to the ground next to the bed.

"What the fuck Harry!" she whimpered, rubbing her tail bone, but I'd had enough of her bullshit.

"Get the hell out before I make you," my voice travelled through the air like a velvet whip, slightly soft from sleep yet still very stern.

"What. Ever." Molly scowled before getting up and collecting her things. My eyes trailed her ass as she walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to be honest, she had a nice ass.

Shaking my head at the weird start to my Friday morning, I stood up and began getting ready for my classes for the day.

Briars POV

Numerous leaves and stones had made themselves at home in my hair by the time I reached the end of the woods. The day had been awful and I didn't really want to recall the events of it, but what I did learn was that I'm no Bear Grylls and the wild is definitely not my scene.

I looked completely out of place in this poor town; my gown made me stick out like a sore thumb and my tiara probably costed more than all of the run down houses. I decided I couldn't go around with a crown on so tossed it behind me into the bushes. It was sort of symbolic, I suppose.

"Now what Briar?" I muttered to myself sulkily. "You're just gonna live the rest of your life hiding in a tree?" I wanted to kick something but didn't have any shoes on; my stilettos weren't suited to the grassy floor so I had to carry them the whole way.

"Are you lost?"

A yelp ripped through my throat when an ugly old man came out of no where and clasped the crook of my elbow.

"No I'm fine." I said, adding on at the end, "Please get your fingers off me."

"Come with me, you look like you need a warm drink," he insisted but something about him made me feel unsettled. For a moment I pondered going with the crusty OAP, but my gut told me not to.

"No, thank you." I smiled and started walking but got tugged back again. "Sir, let go."

"Sorry but I wasn't asking you to come with me... I was ordering."

My stomach sank at the realisation that this wasn't a nice man, but a creep.

Kill him, it will help reduce some of your stress.