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.

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50. Chapter Forty-Three continued

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I left a few more affectionate kisses to his lips before nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. I didn't know what else I could do to prove how much I loved him. 

"I love you." Harry whispered.

"I love you too, idiot." I replied, rubbing his back gently, to calm him down.

The beautiful sound of his laughter filled my ears, I was pleased to hear him happy again. My fingers fumbled with his collar, readjusting it so it sat properly, after I messing it up earlier. 

"I'm sorry for saying all those things before, I didn't mean any of it. I just say bullshit when I get really pissed off." He quietly apologised.

"I know, Harry, that's why I slapped you." I cringed at the sight of the red mark on his cheek, that wasn't going to go unnoticed by John and my mother.

My lips delicately brushed over his slapped cheek in a silent apology for hitting him. Even though he did deserve it, I still felt bad, I hated hurting him.

"Are you okay to go back inside? Or will you kill the waiter on sight." I teased, playfully poking him in the stomach.

"I'll try my best not to kill him." He laughed.

Harry entwined our fingers, squeezing my hand as we made or way back to the entrance. I was surprised we hadn't been kicked out of the place after the dramatic scene we had just caused. No one really seemed to pay us much attention now that Harry was acting like a normal person rather than a wild animal.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Mum asked carefully as we returned to our seats, swapping places so Harry was opposite my mum where John would find it slightly harder to fire his attacks, now I was in his direct line of shot.

"Yeah, sorry. I just kind of lost it." He apologised.

My had fell upon his jean clad thigh, squeezing lightly in a gesture of comfort. I was proud of him for apologising, it showed that Harry was one step ahead of John who was yet to apologise for provoking that reaction from Harry.

"That's quite alright, Harry. John was just as much to blame. As a police officer, he should know better than to provoke you in that way."

I nearly choked on the champagne I had momentarily sipped from the champagne glass before mum mentioned he was a cop. A fit of coughs racked my body as the sparkling wine went down the wrong way. Everyone was looking at me when I finished spluttering.

"You're a Cop?" I questioned in disbelief.

John did not strike me as being a police officer. He didn't seem like the kind of guy to enforce the law. His attitude towards Harry and I caused me to imagine him more as the guy breaking the laws, such as threatening children.

"Yeah, I work with Juveniles much the same age as the two of you." John motioned to Harry and I. "I'm sorry if I came off as harsh, but I don't have any kids, the closest I've got is a bunch of foul mouthed delinquents who give me grief so I didn't really known what to expect."

My lips formed an 'O' shape as I fit all the pieces of the puzzle together. John worked with delinquent teenagers who he most probably had to put in their place. No wonder he was so unpleasant when we first met him, he thought we would be like the kids he worked with.

His job also explained why he questioned Harry's age, I already knew underage drinking was a commonly committed crime as I had actually committed it myself. 

"You two don't seem so bad, although you have a bit of a temper" he pointed to me, giving me a small smile.

"And you my friend, you need to learn how to control you're anger." He spoke to Harry.

The muscles in Harry's leg tensed as he absorbed the new information. We were both surprised that we'd been sitting with a police officer who we had been calling an asshole behind his back the whole time. 

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

The words I had spoken to him earlier today replayed in my head. John had only witnessed a glimpse of Harry's rage. I silently thanked god for giving me some unknown strength to be able to restrain him before things got messy. If I hadn't been able to stop him, Harry could be sitting in the back of a police car, on his way to a barred cell.

I gulped at the knowledge, trying to keep the fear rising up in my stomach at bay. My hand fumbled for Harry's, in desperate need of his warm touch. Fingers interlocking he tightly squeezed my hand trying to comfort me.

"I'm working on that." Harry quietly mumbled.

The Alex Pettyfer look alike appeared at the end of the table again, interrupting the rather intimidating subject of John's job. His eyes nervously glanced over at Harry, who in the exact same moment wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. 

"Uhm... Are you ready to order your meals?" He asked, averting his eyes away from Harry, uncomfortable under the curly haired males harsh glare.

"Do you want to share a pizza?" I asked Harry, whilst John and Mum ordered their meals. 

Harry's eyes left the waiter, turning to look at me instead. "Okay, which one."

My eyes quickly scanned the pizza options, eventually settling on a Hawaiian one. I pointed to my decision so he could order it without having a fit at me for flirting with the waiter by asking for a simple pizza.

"And a Hawaiian pizza with extra bacon." He ordered just to be annoying.

The waiter jotted our order down, then looking up at me expectantly thinking Harry had ordered the pizza for himself. 

"Oh, I'm sharing with my boyfriend." I ruffled Harry's curls. 

The Alex Pettyfer lookalike flushed a little red, I watched as he quickly scribbled something off his notepad writing something else in its place before rushing off, forgetting to take out menus with him.

"I bet he wrote one Hawaiian pizza with extra spicy hot sauce before he realised we were sharing it." Harry smiled, poking me in the ribs.

I giggled, judging by his panicked expression as he rushed off, that was probably something along the lines of what he wrote.

"So Harry, do you have a job?" Mum questioned, resting her elbows on the table, taking this time to

"I'm a boxing trainer." Harry replied, taking a mouthful of his beer before setting it back down on the surface of the table. 

Once his fingers left the beer bottle, I quickly pinched it, stealing a mouthful of the bitter liquid I had taken quite a fancy to. 

"Hey, that's mine." Harry chuckled, prying the bottle from my fingers, reclaiming his drink. 

"There's something you inherited from me." Mum smiled.

I remembered the days when mum would pinch my dads beer bottle off the kitchen counter and waltz off with it leaving him confused as to where it had disappeared to. I used to laugh when he found it half empty in somewhere completely the different to where he had left it. I'd tried to copy my mothers sneaky moves one day, I wasn't quite as sly though, I was caught out before I could even lay a finger on the glass bottle.

"Okay, this is going over here." John moved his bottle of beer to the opposite side of his body out of my mothers reach. 

Mum had a cheeky smile on her face, giving me the feeling she'd already taken a few sips of his drink when he wasn't looking. Harry wasn't quite so defensive over his drink, he didn't seem to mind sharing with me. In fact he reached over the table, plucking my champagne glass up, draining my wine in one large gulp.

"Now we're even." He smiled, refilling my glass with more of the sparkling wine.

I stuck my tongue out at Harry before cuddling back up into his side. My head rested on his shoulder, tilted up slightly as I peered up at him through long eyelashes. I smiled we he caught me looking, a kiss pressed to the top of my head. 

"What kind of people do train." Mum returned the the conversation we had been having earlier before I cheekily stole Harry's beer.

"Mostly guys younger than me ranging from fifteento eighteen." Harry replies. "Men older than me don't really appreciate me telling them what to do."

Mum nodded her head, intrigued by Harry's uncommon job. I was slightly surprised by her interest as she wasn't very keen on, always changing the channel when I was watching a match.

"Do you like it?" She questioned.

"Yeah, it's cool, pretty decent pay as well." Harry took another sip of his beer, offering me a mouthful, but I kindly declined.

"Do you compete in events yourself?" John asked. "If you train the sport I'm guessing you must be a pretty decent boxer yourself."

"He is." I spoke up. "But he's not doesn't get to fight though because he punches out of his weight class and his opponents are to scared to fight him." I stated proudly, kissing him on the cheek.

A faint blush danced on his cheeks for a moment, before it quickly vanished, as he recollected his composure.

"That must suck." Mum gave him a sympathetic look.

"I get a couple of friendly fights that my mates set up for me, and the occasional guy challenges me every once in a while. I had a match a couple of days ago actually." He added on to what I had already said.

A shudder runs down my spine as thoughts of Luke flash through my mind, giving me chills. The wounds inflicted on the inside of my bicep seemed to burn as I remembered what he had done to me only a couple of days ago.

Harry squeezed my hand comfortingly as if he had read my mind and seen the dreadful memories of my confrontation with Luke an his to demon like friends.

"How did that go." Mum asked smiling, completely oblivious to the silent exchange of reassurance going on under the table.

"I won, didn't I Nat." 

"Yeah, you kicked his arse." I grinned.

Mum looked at me is slight confusion, unable to recall me mentioning that I was going to watch his boxing match. I hadn't told her because I knew she'd bring up the story if my boxing adventures.

"I thought you said you were never going near a boxing ring again after your little incident." A devilish grin tugged at her lips.

"No. Do not tell them the story." I pleaded.

Harry and John both leaned over the table in towards my mother, intrigued by this story I didn't want her to tell. I gave her a pleading look, silently begging her to keep quiet, but as I had expected she started speaking, ignoring my pleas of protest.

"A couple of years ago, Nat and her two friends Jai and Mitchell went to some boxing course. I told her she wasn't going to like it, but she insisted on going. So I dropped her off at the sports centre." She looked at me smiling widely.

Telling this story brings her so much joy.

"Please stop." I beg, hiding my face in my hands.

"I had just gotten home when I got a call from the guy running the course. He told me Natalie being the only girl in the group of teenage boys had decided to show off her ruthlessness and had attempted to step into the boxing ring which they had been clearly warned not to go near because the ropes weren't tied properly. Only as they'd been warned the ropes weren't tied properly and she managed to trip over one of them and smashed her face on the ground."

The three of them laughed much to my embarrassment.

"So I got in the car and drove back the the sports center to find her sitting on the floor, all her little buddies watching her in amazement as she just sat there with the most placid look on her face whilst her nose bled absolutely everywhere despite the enormous wad of tissues held to her nose. She greeted me with a simple 'Hi mum' before yelling a proud goodbye to the remainder of the group, her ruthlessness and bravery most certainly proven to the guys." 

"Mum, you don't need to tell the end bit." I shook my head, cheeks bright red as I desperately pleaded her not to tell Harry the most embarrassing part of the story, I was never going to hear the end of it from my mother so I didn't need him teasing me about it too.

"She gets in the car an we drive to the end of the street before she before she she lets out all the pain she'd been holding in to prove to the boys she was tough out. 

'Oh my god there's so much blood!'

'Im gonna die!'

'My face is broken!'

'My brain is bleeding out of my nose.'

'Im never going near a boxing ring again." She mimicked only a few of the panicked sentences that had come out of my mouth once I got in the car.

John, Harry and my mother all practically died of laughter as my mother finished the story. I slumped down in my seat completely embarrassed.

I hated that day with a passion. 

Our meals were brought over not long after the three of them had finished laughing at me and Harry had managed to coax a smile back onto my face. As the Alex Pettyfer lookalike returned, Harry immediately locked eyes on him, shooting him a death glare. 

If looks could kill, Harry would have killed the waiter do many times that I wasn't able to count. The guy looked so flustered as he set down John's plate of food, followed by my mothers. When it got to setting the pizza down in front of Harry and I, his movements were so quick that you'd think he had a super power of something.

The plate rattled against the wood, the waiter too scared to set it down carefully in front of us due to Harry's spiteful glare. I watched as the poor guy undid the top button of his shirt, my curly haired lover's fiery gaze making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" The waiter asked, trying to ignore the intense glare he was receiving from Harry. 

"No thank-you. We're fine." Mum answered, before he quickly escaped the harsh stare.

The moment the Alex Pettyfer lookalike was out of sight, Harry loosens his protective grip, his angry eyes changing back into the sparkling green ones I was used to seeing.

"So when you said we were sharing a pizza, did you mean I take one bite, you take one bite. Or did you mean I start at the big end and you sat at the little end of the pizza then we meet halfway." He cheekily winked.

I had a feeling that it we tried out either of those idiotic ideas, I was going to end up with a very small amount of pizza and face full of Harry's slobber. 

"As romantic as you try and make eating pizza sound, I actually meant we share the pizza like normal people." I laughed, patting his thigh.

"Oh, come on, that's no fun, pizzas always eaten like that." He pouted 

"As appealing as eating your chewed up food sounds, I'm going to eat it the way it was designed. One piece at a time." I laughed.

My fingers pried apart the first slice of the Hawaiian pizza from the two surrounding bits. It looked very bacony which I'm sure Harry is pleased about. He silently watched as I took a bite from the end. I knew what he was up to, he was going to force me to try out one of his terrible ideas by latching his teeth onto the crust, he was just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Two thirds of the way through my slice he moved forward, trying to catch the crust between his teeth, but I moved it away before he could even get close.

"Don't you want to kiss me when the slice of pizza runs out?" He gave me a look that was supposed to make me feel guilty, but I wasn't buying into it.

"I don't want your filthy mouth anywhere near mine when it's full of pizza." I stuck my tongue out at him.

A smirk appeared on his plump lips. I watched as his pink tongue slipped out from between them licking around his mouth seductively as he leaned in towards my ear, dropping his voice in a low whisper.

"I think that statements quite hypocritical." His voice dropped down into a low whisper as he continued. "Don't you remember what was in your mouth not that long ago."

A gasped, my cheeks flushing pink as Harry caught hold of my wrist, resting my hand over his crotch to help me remember. 

"You get me hot just thinking about those pretty lips." He whispered seductively in my ear as he rolled his hips up so the hard bulge in his pants filled the palm of my hand. 

I quickly tugged my hand out of his grip, glancing at the adults siting across from us. I breathed out a sigh of relief, they were too indulged in their own conversation to notice what had been going on under the table.

"Shut up and eat your pizza." I muttered, cheeks still flushed with pink as I helped myself to a second piece.

Harry let out a chuckle, my fluster somewhat amusing to him. He picked up his first slice of pizza, I was currently one up on him, but I doubted it would remain that way for very long. 

As I had anticipated Harry had quickly caught up, demolishing four pieces of pizza in the time it took me to eat another two following my first. Now one lone slice of the delicious pizza remained. I was full and I could tell by the way Harry was gazing at the final piece that he wanted it.

"You can have the last bit, the way your looking at it isn't very subtle." I offered my final bit, smiling at the idiot gazing longingly at the final piece of Hawaiian pizza.

"It's your bit, you have it." He replied.

"I'm full, you eat it." I shook my head.

"Thanks baby." He kissed my temple, collecting the final piece if pizza up in his large hand. 

It always ended up like this, we never ate the same amount of food. He always ended up with an extra slice of pizza because my stomach couldn't quite capacitate it all. 

Harry smiled at me as he finished off the final piece of pizza. I waited until he had swallowed his food before I clamoured up onto his lap. His arms encircled in warmth, as I leant back against his chest, resting my hands over his larger ones positioned over my stomach.

Harry's lips gently grazed along my jaw before nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, leaving a kiss to my collarbone. I smiled in content, this dinner hasn't turned out to be as bad as I had expected to be. Yes, we'd had quite a rough start to this evening, but it had ended up okay. 

I still wasn't all that keen on John, he still made me feel like he was replacing my father, but he wasn't actually as big of an asshole than I had thought him to be. Him being a police officer came as a bit of a shock to me. If Harry didn't get his shit together and stop with all the fights soon, John could be a major threat.

The waiter had returned, clearing our empty plates. I could practically feel the smug grin on Harry's face as he held me on his lap. The guy definitely knew now that Harry and I were a couple and that Harry was a force to be reckoned with.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that waiter knows she's your girlfriend now. You don't need to keep glaring at him like that." John laughed at the defensive way Harry was acting every time the waiter appeared.

Harry ignored johns comment.

"Are you still hungry?" Harry asked quietly, his lips lightly brushing against my ear. 

I shook my head. As much as I would love to have desert, after our large lunch and pizza for dinner I don't think I would be able to eat it. I was full. 

"Me neither." He agreed. "Do you want to walk home? I feel like some fresh air."

Walking home with Harry sounded quite pleasant. I didn't want to sit in here any longer, I was beginning to grow restless. 

"Mum, Harry and I are going to walk home." I spoke diagonally arid the table to her. 

"Are you sure you want to walk home? It's pretty late?" Mum spoke with a hint of worry in her voice.

I could tell she didn't like the idea of me being out late, who knows what kind of creeps are out there. But as long as I'm with Harry, I know I'm safe and that hell do anything and everything he can do in his power to keep me safe.

"It's alright, Harry will be with me." I reassured her, turning to the side to kiss him on the cheek.

"Okay." She said a little hesitantly. "I probably won't be home when you get back, I have to shoot off to work soon."

I nodded as I stood from Harry's lap, shuffling out from behind the table, Harry closely following behind me.

"Oh and can you two stay together tonight, you're more than welcome to sleep at our place, Harry." 

We said quick goodbyes and thanked mum for for dinner before Harry guided me towards the exit 

"Harry." Mum called his name.

He stopped in his tracks, me alongside him as he turned to see what she wanted.

"Uhm...Remember what we talked about earlier."

"I've go it covered he assured."

Their not so secret made perfect sense to me even though I wasn't meant to know about it

"Stay together and be safe."

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