Obsessed

Harry Styles Fanfic - Alex breaks up with Harry but Harry doesn't take it well. He doesn't want too lose her. He becomes obsessed with Alex and takes it too extremes.

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18. Chapter Eighteen

"Alex? What's wrong?"

Harry came and crouched down in front of me, taking my hands and rubbing my knuckles. I jerked my head to the left, blowing to try and get rid of the tendrils of hair that lay on my face.

"hmmmm?"

He pressed on, pushing the escaped pieces of hair behind my ear.

"Nothing, I just don't feel very well"

"Come here"

He stood on his feet, picking me up bridal style and placing me in his lap, resting his head on mine, gently rocking me. The smell of B.O was distinct, wafting up my nose whenever I breathed.

"Alex?"

Niall stood over Harry's shoulder, looking down at me. My eyes flicked up at him, right side of my face still pressed up against Harry's sweaty t-shirt.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, im fi-"

"Why wouldn't she be fine?"

Harry's head turned around still holding me.

"W-well she's crying. So I thought something could be up"

"She's got me, she doesn't need anyone else"

His head spun back around. Niall slowly nodded his head before scratching his arm and awkwardly backing away. I could just about see the boy's over Harry's shoulder, messing around. They were dragging each other across the floor and laughing, their laughs filling the room more than the music was playing. I started to picture the life I had always wanted in my head, the laughs becoming faint echoes, as the room started to turn white.

"Boy's! Chop chop! Break is over, now back to work"

Clapping hands brought me out of my daydream.

"Harry? Move we're getting ready to go again"

Im guessing their singing coach demanded. Harry didn't move or say a word, he carried on rocking me and twirling my hair.

"Harry! Now!"

I could see head bob up and down before a hand came and grabbed his shoulder, centimetres from my face. Harry pushed his shoulder forward, freeing the man's grip. His nostrils flared.

"Don't you ever touch me again, got it?"

His head spun around to the man, still not letting go of my hair. The man snorted before letting out a little chuckle.

"What? You think this is funny?"

Harry stood up and grabbed the man by his throat, dropping me on the floor in one swift movement. I led on the floor clutching my head and back. Niall rushed to my aid.

"Hold onto me"

I held onto his arm as he dragged me up and sat me on the table, pulling my top up and looking at my back. Harry had the man pushed up against the wall, the rest of the boy's trying to calmly coax him out of doing anything stupid.

"How did you get this mark? Did he do this to you?"

His finger pressed on a bit of skin that was on my lower back.

"No, I think I did that when I jumped out of the window"

My thumb rubbed where he was pointing over his finger.

"You jumped out of a win- What? why would you jump out of a window?"

"If I went the normal way then I would have got shot"

He tutted.

"You know I don't like you living there Alex"

"Neither do I! But what do you expect an unemployed eighteen year old to afford?!"

I took a deep breath after my rant.

"Unempl- What? Unemployed?"

I nodded, pulling down my top.

"I thought you worked in that little café?"

"Did, but I got fired"

He rolled his eyes.

"Alex you shou-"

I put my hand up in protest.

"Don't say another word or I think I am going to flip"

I tightened my ponytail by splitting it in half and pulling it in separate directions.

A large hand was placed on my lower back making me wince. My top was lifted up, ice cold palms were slowly pressed and removed in various places.

"What is it with you guy's and feeling me up?"

"It's not feeling you up Alex, we're just checking you over"

I mimicked his seriousness in a high pitched voice.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

"I don't know"

My right eye closed as his hands travelled up too my shoulders.

"I didn't even hit it there"

"Just making sure"

I once again copied him. I think he was used too it by now though, that's why he chooses to ignore me.

"What's this mark from?"

He pointed in exactly the same place as Niall did.

"Window"

"Window?"

"Just leave it"

He pulled my top down and sat in the chair opposite me next to Niall.

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