Country Pride [A Harry Styles Love Story]

Aspyn is the Kentucky born n' raised daughter of a small-town Thoroughbred breeder. Her life revolves around her father's horses, and her life is turned upside down when the world's most popular boy band drives through her little town of 400 people.


9. The Pain

"Listen, you potato-nosed, mop-haired, womanizing, filthy rich freak," I began, placing a hand on my hip and bristling like an angry dog.  "You need to cut the crap.  I'm not going to fall at your feet and start kissing the ground you walk on.  You're wasting your time with me.  Find someone else to almost kill and then woe."  I took a deep breath and clenched my hands into fists.  "If the only way you'll leave is if the media gets some 'happy' pictures...then fine.  I can pretend, but nothing more than that."

Harry's cheeky smile fell.  "Ofcourse, nothing more than that," he repeated, seemingly indifferent. He reached out and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side.  He dipped his head and purred into my ear, "Let's go."  And with that, he pulled me towards the fancy-schmancy looking sports car parked nearby.  As he opened the passenger door, I felt the warmth release from my waist.  "Go ahead," he told me expectantly, raising his eyebrows.

 I grumbled under my breath as I slid into the smooth leather seats.

After one long hour spent silently driving to the racetrack, we finally arrived.  As soon as I got out of the car, my breathing hitched and my eyes grew wide like a deer in headlights.  The fresh smell of horse, sweat, hay, and manure rushed over my senses, bringing back the memories of Redfury I had tried so hard to bury the last few days.  "" I gasped, reaching up with my hands and covering my eyes as I cowered down to the ground. ""  Wimpers escaped through my lips and the world seemed to get smaller and smaller...slowly suffocating me.

"Aspyn! Aspyn!" I briefly heard a low British voice call out as strong arms went around my torso.

"No! No!" I cried out, thrashing and clawing out.

"'s're safe..." I heard him murmur.

I whimpered again, my breathing still rapid, and slowly cracked my eyelids open.  I was in Harry's lap on the ground, my hands covering my head, and he was gently stroking my back.  "No... No..." I cried as the pain throbbed inside my skull.

Redfury...his big black eyes...his coppery coat...the many times I threw my arms around him and told him my problems...the time Daddy wanted to sell him, but I wouldn't let him...the first time I rode him...

"Aspyn...I've got you..." He crooned.

After I had quieted down, he brushed the messy mass of blonde hair away from my face and gazed into my eyes with those striking green eyes of his.  Slowly rubbing his hand up and down my back, he asked, "Are...are you okay?"

"Hell no..." I murmured, turning away from his gaze.  For the first time in days I felt safe.  Safe in the arms of the biggest player and one of the most lusted after boys in the whole world. "Let go of me..." I told him.  But my voice held no force as I nestled deeper into his chest until my breathing slowed.

"OMIGOD!!! It's Harry Styles!!!" I heard high pitched screams.

Flashes and screams, clicks and yells.

The warmth of Harry's arms was gone.





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