Turn This Around

He was beautiful, like an angel, handsome like a god, but what he possessed within was frightfully dark, dangerous and deceiving. You look into his eyes and you're staring into hell itself and you realise he is the demon in which haunts you in you're sleep.

When Natalie Carter, the new girl in town catches the eye of the biggest asshole in school she soon discovers she's going to need more than a feisty attitude and snarky come backs to get rid of the male who stalks her. Challenged with school, making friends and trying to find her place in the world, she really doesn't need Harry Styles on her plate. Harry Styles was not good, in fact he was far from it. He was a demonic creature who had crawled from the fiery pits of hell in Natalie Carters eyes.

There is no escape once your being hunted.


45. Chapter Forty-One

Chapter 41

Harry. The one person that's been on my mind since the moment I left him on the street after he gave Luke a good beating. When Louis dropped me home at the same time as mum pulled in the driveway she knew something was up. Louis had left shortly after my mum had rushed to my side, asking me what had happened. Fortunately for him, I was in no mood for slapping him silly after discovering he told Harry that Luke attacked me.

Two nights had passed since then, mum going off the knowledge that Harry and I had had a fight. That was the only small about of information I had told her even though technically we weren't fighting. 

A couple of texts had been exchanged between the two of us since we last saw each other. I missed him, his voice, his smile, his touch, his laugh, his eyes...Him. 

The events that had taken place that night were still clear in my mind. Making love the centre of my gravitational thoughts. My muscles were still sore and my hip slightly bruised, but what ached most was my body's yearning for his gentle touch. The dull ache I had for him was slowly spreading from my chest. 

I released a heavy sigh as I opened my eyes for the first time after a restless night of sleep. I'd been awake for some time, just thinking. The bright sunlight flooding through the crack in my curtains caused me to squint. Slowly sitting up, I rubbed my tired eyes, brushing the sleep from them. 

I reached out to my bedside table, scrabbling for my phone to check the time. The screen lit up with the press of a button, the date and time flashing across the screen. It took me a moment to register the date, August 1st. 

My birthday.

I smiled a little, my birthday lifting my spirits slightly. The time was left forgotten as I swung my legs out of bed, planting my feet firmly on the floor. I dropped my phone down on the bed before padding out of my room.

The smell of pancakes wafted to my nose as I made my way down the staircase. Mum always made pancakes on my birthday, a tradition she had kept up the past seventeen years, this one being no different.

"Happy birthday, honey." Mum's voice chimed as I entered the kitchen. I gave her a small smile as she made her way across the room, waving her spatula joyfully. She was always more excited about my birthday than myself, especially today after the last two nights being restless ones, filled with haunting dreams of Harry and Luke. I couldn't get the curly haired guy off my mind, I was worried about him and missed him immensely. The night we last saw each other was rather overwhelming, so many major things happened that night and I was still struggling to process it all. 

Wrapping her small arms around me my body, mum pulled me into he chest, the familiar scent of lavender perfume filled my senses as she held me in her motherly embrace. I really needed that hug, she had no idea of the events that were stressing me out and making my head hurt.

"I can't believe you're eighteen, practically all grown up." She gasped in mock disbelief. 

Holding me out at arms length, her blue eyes examined me, looking for any difference in my appearance like I would have magically changed over night as my age increased by one. However, she found none. Her bright blue eyes turned a little glassy as she pulled a small smile. 

"Next thing I know you're going to move out, get married and have babies."

I frowned a little at the thought of marriage and kids. I'd never given much thought about either of the two subjects as I thought up until recent times that I'd be forever alone, living with fifty cats. My mind drifted to Harry as it did often, I didn't really see him as the kind of guy who would want to get married, let alone have kids. I didn't even know if I liked the idea. I'm too young to be thinking about this anyway.

"I think it's a little two early for that." I exclaimed " Like five years too early".

Mum's eyes widened a little. "God help me if you're still here in five years!" She laughed jokingly, giving me another little squeeze as I let out a small giggle. The first in what felt like forever.

"I made you pancakes for breakfast." She grinned widely, grabbing my wrist. Mum's small feet excitedly pattered across the floor, towing me behind her. For such a petite woman she was very pushy. 

The kitchen stool was pulled out for me and I was forced to sit down. I watched as mum's blonde hair bobbed up and down as she skipped around to the other side of the counter, setting down a small stack of pancakes before me. 

"Thanks mum." I gave her a warm smile. 

"You're welcome, Nat." She replied, leaning over the counter pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

Collecting the bottle of golden syrup which had been set out on the counter, I popped the lid open. Tipping the container upside down over my pancakes, I practically drowned them in the sticky substance. 

Mum pulled out a stool beside me, setting down her own pancakes before seating herself at the counter. 

"Leave me some, please." She giggled girlishly as she watched me coat my pancakes. 

Playfully pouting I seat down the bottle of golden syrup, passing it across the counter. I began my breakfast whilst she not quite so heavily sweetened her pancakes. We ate in silence for a while, savouring the taste of the delicious breakfast mum had whipped up. 

"So, I've been given some time of work tonight, I need to pick up your present first, but I was thinking that we could go out to dinner." Mum broke the silence, announcing the plan for this evening.

I nodded my head in agreement, I would happily spend tonight with mum.

"I think you should ask Harry to come too." She suggested quietly, unsure of Harry and I's current status.

I just shrugged my shoulders. Mum sighed, my reaction obviously not the one she was hoping for. 

"Okay, do what you like, but I think you should." She stated her opinion, whilst I remained quiet.

I watched as she collected her plate from the counter top, quickly rinsing it in the sink before putting it in the dishwasher. Her watch was checked after closing it again, eye going wide as she realised she was running late.

"Gosh, I need to get going." She spoke hurriedly. 

Moving back around the counter she gave me another hug, kissing the top of my head in a motion of farewell.

"Bye, I hope you have a nice day." She said goodbye. 

"Bye." I replied quietly.

I watched as she collected her handbag, slinging it over her shoulder. Mum walked towards the door, stopping once more to turn to me.

"Love you, see you tonight." She called before disappearing from my sight.

The front door slammed closed a few seconds later, signalling I was now alone. Swivelling my stool back around I returned to eating my pancakes. Only a couple of minutes passed before a knocking in the door interrupted my quiet birthday breakfast. 

Rolling my eyes I figured it was probably mum, knowing her, she'd most likely forgotten her keys. I rose from my chair, hurrying out of the kitchen and into the hall. My feet quietly padded across the wooden floor as I made my way to the front door.

The door handle was cool beneath my fingertips as I twisted the metal, the lock clicking open allowing the door to swing open. 

"What did you forg-" I started, only realising it wasn't mum.

He took my breath away like he had many times before. My eyes trailed up from his black converse to the tight black jeans hanging low on his hips, the fabric clinging closely to his legs. A white t-shirt adorned his torso, it fit him perfectly enough that the toned muscles of his chest could be seen through the thin material covering. My breath hitched in my throat as my gaze came to rest on his face, his usual curls were hidden beneath a grey beanie, a few escaped ringlets poking out from underneath. 

"Uh...Hi." He greeted, awkwardly scratching the back of hi neck.

"Hey..." I replied uncomfortably.

My weight was changed from one foot to another, a habit I did subconsciously when I was nervous. As the seconds passed a noticeable silence loomed over us. The few texts that had been exchanged earlier seemed an easier to communicate than a phone call, at least then we weren't pressured to speak. Standing here before him now I really didn't know what to say. The last time we spoke I'd confessed I loved him for a third time. Where do you go from there?

I looked to Harry whose lower lip was being chewed in between his teeth, an indication of nerves much the same as mine. It brought me a little comfort knowing he was in the same boat.

"Can I come in?" He asked unsurely, afraid I might slam the door in his face.

I nodded my head, stepping slightly to the side as I allowed him entry. His tall frame light brushed past me as he stepped into the hallway, his heavy scent overwhelming my senses. I closed the door, turning to face him. Harry's proximity was a little surprising, the walls of the hallway seemed to have shrunk, pushing us closer together. 

"I like your beanie." I commented. "It looks good on you."

Harry gave me a small smile, his eyes not so subtly ran up the length of my body. I felt very self conscious under his gaze, only wearing a shirt that belonged to him and a pair of comfy shorts. God knows what my hair is doing.

"You look good in my clothes." He smirked.

Even though there was a certain playfulness in his tone, the uncomfortable tension between us still remained. My cheeks flushed at his comment, even though the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife he could still make me blush.

"Shut up." I mumbled, raking my fingers through my hair in an attempt to tame my unruly waves. 

A smile graced his beautiful face, the adorable indents in his cheeks popping out as he let out a throaty laugh. His laughter filled the room for a moment, but it wasn't long before the uncomfortable silence fell between us again.

I looked at my feet, unable to hold his gaze without feeling awkward. I was tempted to ask why he was here, but I didn't have to, the next time he spoke answered my question.

"Nat, I'm sorry for everything I did that hurt you and scared you." Harry apologised, his tone of voice deep and meaningful.

The sincerity in his voice caused my heart to flutter, he really meant he was truly sorry.

"You need to stop with all the fights and pub brawls." I spoke. "People are starting to notice and I'm not the kind of girl that wants to visit her boyfriend behind bars."

I took a hesitant step towards him, his sad, apologetic eyes meeting with mine as he nodded his head. Gently I caught his larger hands in my own smaller ones, examining his busted up knuckles that were slowly starting to heal.

"There are other ways to resolve your problems, you don't need to go around smashing people's faces in all the time."

I rose his injured hand up to my mouth delicately pressing my lips over his knuckles.

"You're better than that." I whispered.

"Alright." He replied simply.

"Just like that?" I asked slightly surprised with his quick agreement.

I was expecting a little more protest, It usually took a lot more persuasion than what I had produced to get him to comply to a request like that.

"I'm not losing you." Harry paused, gently squeezing my hands. "If that means I have to be more restrained then I'm willing to try."

Harry's reasoning astounded me. His usual stubborn nature was one of his more bold characteristics, finding it difficult to comply with other people's instructions. He liked to be the one in charge, he was never one to go along with the crowd.


A shy smile was displayed on his face as I pecked him sweetly on the cheek. The tension between us had been somewhat vanquished now as we had both gotten what we had needed to say off our chests. There was still a slight uncomfortableness, neither of us really sure what to say to the other.

"I should probably get changed." I spoke, hoping to break away from the awkward situation for a moment. 

"Okay, I'll just wait down here." He nodded.

Harry shoved his hands in his jean pockets as I turned towards the stairs. I was looking forward to getting out of these pyjamas, I had lounged around the house in them all day yesterday and was in desperate need of a shower. 

"Natalie." His husky voice called.

I turned to face him, only about halfway up the stairs. My gaze landed on him again and I couldn't help but think how cute Harry looked in that beanie. I mentally noted that I would have to force him to wear beanies more often. 

"Harry?" I matched his tone.

"Happy birthday."

The my mouth turned up at the corners, a smile appearing on my lips. I hadn't really expected him to remember my birthday, I hadn't mentioned it at all recently. I was never one to go on about my birthday coming up like some did, expecting people to buy them gifts. In my eyes they weren't all that important, just a day to remind you that you weren't going to be young forever. The only time Harry and I had spoken about birthdays was when we simply exchanged the dates of one another's birth through text. That day seemed so long ago, we'd barely met when I told him, yet he still remembered the date. It warmed my heart knowing he had remembered.

"I won't be long." I advised.

Turning on my heel I quickly ascended the stairs. I couldn't keep the smile of my face as I rifled through my closet in search for something to wear. I really wanted to buy a new dress to wear out to dinner tonight, which reminds me I still need to ask Harry if he'd like to come.

I picked out a pair of blue denim shorts and a black Guns 'n Roses singlet to go with them. Clean underwear was collected from my draws before I sauntered of into the bathroom, dumping my collection of clothes on the floor.

I showered quickly as I didn't want to make Harry sit around waiting for me. I felt refreshed after washing my hair and body. The dirty feeling that had slowly begun to creep up on disappeared down the drain as the hot water soothed and cleansed my body.

Feeling revived from the somewhat zombie like state I had been in over the past two days I turned the water off. Stepping out of the shower I wrapped a towel round my wet hair before collecting a second fluffy white towel to dry myself with. 

It took me about ten minutes to dry off, chuck my clothes on and brush my wet hair. I took a moment to study my appearance in the mirror. The bruise on the side of my face was barely noticeable now, the colour had faded dramatically over the past days, now only a light coloured bruise remained. I looked alright for someone who hadn't slept well in the past few days, the skin below my eyes held a faint shade of purple she to lack in sleep, but you couldn't really see it unless you were looking. 

As I was turning away from the mirror, I noticed a flash of red on the inside of my forearm. The inflamed wounds on my soft flesh were visible due to the singlet I was wearing. I grabbed a light jacket, slipping it on to conceal the unwanted nail marks. 

Finally satisfied with my appearance, I made my way back down the stairs. Harry was no longer where I had left him standing in the hallway. I walked into the kitchen in search for him, but he wasn't there. Only my half eaten pancakes sat on the counter. 

The pancakes were left forgotten as I moved into the lounge. That's where I found him sitting on the couch with his back to me. Quietly I approached him, as I got closer I noticed he was fiddling with a small palm sized box with a pretty now wrapped round it. 

I tilted my head slightly to the side, curious to what the little box held inside. I watched for a moment, Harry's long fingers flipping it over and over, his gaze on the small object he was fiddling with.

"What's that?" I curiously asked, leaning over the back of the sofa trying to get a better look at the small box.

Harry turned to face me, his sparkling green eyes meeting with mine. He looked a little nervous judging by the way he gnawing at his bottom lip. I was taken slightly by surprise as he held the box out towards me.

"I'm not really very good at buying gifts, but here, I got you this." He spoke quietly.

"Thank you." I whispered.

Carefully I took the small box from Harry's fingers, delicately holding it in the palm of my hand. I wondered what was inside, the box was pretty enough alone. I moved round the front of the couch to take the empty space beside him.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry intently watching my every move. His beautiful eyes followed my hand as I gently tugged at one of the loosed ends of the white bow. It was silky to touch, making it easy for the material slide out from the knot it was tied in. Intrigued by the gift, I took the top of the box between my thumb and forefinger. My eyes widened as I eased the lid of, the object inside becoming visible to my eyes.

I was utterly speechless as I stared into the box at the silver charm bracelet. Gently I picked up the beautiful gift, laying it down on the palm of my hand. It was like no other charm bracelet I had ever seen before. Three small charms hung from silver chain. 

The first was what looked like a shield, the word 'Protect' engraved in little letters curving on the front of it. My heart fluttered realising that every charm on the bracelet held a specific meaning relating to our relationship. The shield symbolising Harry's desire to protect me and fight for me. 

The second charm was a simple heart, I knew it was a reminder that he loved me. 

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I examined the third and final charm. It was a simple key on one side, but when I turned it over, I noticed three words engraved down the neck. 

'To my heart.'

The bracelet left me at a loss for words. I was completely stunned, blown away by just how much thought and effort he had put into this beautiful gift. I hadn't expected him to know it was my birthday, let alone get me something as special as this.

"It's alright if you don't like it." Harry took my loss of words as a negative. "It was stupid anyway."

He reached across, trying to take the charm bracelet he had put so much love and care into in an attempt to take it back. I smacked his hand away, preventing him from doing whatever he intended to do with it.

"No, it's beautiful." 

Harry's cheeks held a faint blush something I had rarely ever seen. A nervous smile graced his pink lips as I stared at him.

"Will you put it on me?" I asked, hesitantly holding the sober bracelet out to him, afraid he might throw it out the window. 

He nodded his head, taking the pretty object from my hand. He fumbled with the clasp for a moment, before the two ends separated. I held my left arm out towards him so he could put on me. The bracelet was wrapped round my wrist, Harry's warm fingers caused goose bumps to rise up wherever they brushed against my porcelain skin as he struggled to do the clasp back up again. 

After finally managing to do it back up again, Harry's gaze came to meet mine. His hand cupped mine as his thumb caressed my palm with his thumb.

"You really like it?" Harry asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes. It's beautiful. Thank-you."

Moving over slightly, I crawled onto his lap. The large expanse of Harry's hands moved to rest on my lower back, his fingertips pressing in gently, drawing me closer to his chest.

"You're amazing, Harry." I whispered, gently removing the grey beanie from his head, revealing his wild curls. 

As much as I liked that beanie, I definitely preferred his soft curls to the material that his them. His eyelashes fluttered close upon feeling my fingers gently comb through his messy hair. 

"I love you, Harry." I whispered.

His lips parted in pleasure hearing me confess my love. I didnt give him enough time to reciprocate the words. He didn't need to right now, the bracelet spoke them for him. I couldn't stop myself from leaning in, pressing my lips against his plump pink ones. Harry didn't hesitate in kissing me back, his strong arms embracing me in a protective cuddle. 

Our lips moved gently and slowly against one another's, savouring the sweet taste of each others mouth. I could help but smile as he forced his cheeky tongue into my mouth, gently licked at my own as I playfully bit down on the intruder. I had missed Harry's gentle touch.

Our lips became disconnected, my breathing a little heavier than usual. Harry's curls tickled my cheek as he dipped his head down, lips sponging wet kisses along my jawline.

"I love you too, Baby." He mumbled against my skin. 

I fisted a handful of his hair, pulling his head back from my jaw. Harry smiled, sweetly rubbing his nose against mine as I pressed our foreheads together.

"Just for the record, I think your very good at giving gifts ." I smiled. "I give you a ten." 

Harry chuckled at my comment, lacing his fingers with mine. 

"What would you like to do today?" He asked, giving my hand a little squeeze.

I took this as the perfect opportunity to ask if he wanted to come to dinner with me tonight.

"Mum's taking me out for dinner this evening, she said you can come if you'd like." I offered.

"I'd love to." He agreed, his dimples popping as he smiled brightly at me. "What do you want to do for the rest of the day though?" 

"I kind of want to go to the mall to get some new clothes." I answered.

"Sure." He smiled.

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