Bad Boy Is Back [Harry Styles Fan Fiction] ON HOLD

Chapter - Thirty.

Alyssa's P.O.V

I bit my lip with an extreme amount of force, I wouldn't be surprised if it was bleeding as I sat in the car. I was starring straight ahead of me, a cigarette had found its way out of Harry's pocket and in between his lips as he drove back home angrily.

I don't know how I did it. I have no idea how I got him away from Sam but I tore him away from one of his darkest places and he actually did it.

"Ha-"

"Not now Alyssa." He growled, taking a long drag of the death stick, smoke wafting the entire car.

"Quit talking to me any kind of way."I mumbled, I was sick and tired of him constantly treating me like I had no say over my own actions, I am a grown woman.

"Excuse me." He laughed, his hands tightening against the wheel. I looked at them, as his knuckles turned a paler white.

"I get it." I said quietly, "you are angry, but you don't have to treat me like a child."

"Than don't act like one!" He fired back.

I quirked an eyebrow up at him, whipping around to face him fully. "I haven't done a damn thing."

"Except having a fucking stroll with the one person you said scared you!" He shot at me, he took a single glance and his eyes were back to a very dark green.

"I can make my own decisions!" I yelled finally, anger consuming me. "I will talk to who I want to, when I want to, do you understand me?" I mocked him from earlier.

"I am only ever trying to protect you." He said sharply.

"You embarrassed me Harry, you bugged out for nothing." I reminded him, putting my eyes back onto the road and lowering my voice.

"Nothing." He laughed sharply. "He had his damn hands on you, and I could see you trying to get him off."

"No." I said hastily, "you thought you saw me trying to do that."

"He was explaining himself to me." I whined, "I was walking away and he stopped me, oh my god."

"Explaining himself?" He asked, a look of amusement and anger written on his face. "for what?"

"He creeped me out the other day, you know that."

"Before you showed up, he was explaining himself to me but it got cut sh-"

"You were speaking with him!?" He yelled, interrupting anything I may have had to say.

Sighing, I nodded my head slowly, scared of what he may do. "Don't be mad." I whispered, trying my best to encourage the good side.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, the drive seems longer than usual and the tension was to thick to cut.

He rolls down the window, dragging his death stick and keeping one hand on the wheel, ignoring me completely.

"Can you please talk to me?!"' I can't help but raise my voice of of frustration, he has some nerve. Giving me the silent treatment and for what.

"You deliberately disobeyed me." He said through his teeth, taking a long, painful drag of his cigarette.

"What am I? Your pet?"I scoffed, turning my attention to the outside. "You are unbelievable."

"When I ask you to do something just do it!" He roared, taking me by surprise I slouch down as he slams his fists against the wheel.

"Stop it." I manage to squeak out, "I'm old enough to make my own decisions."

"You came to me." He reminds me, "you wouldn't come to me if you weren't terrified."