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.


49. Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter 43

"John! You made it." Mum exclaims, wrapping her small arms around his neck. My eyes widen in horror, disgust and anger as I watch my mother invite the man inside.

What the fuck is he doing here!? Mum never said anything about him coming out to dinner with us. My fists involuntarily clenched at my side, I couldn't believe mum had asked him along, she knew I didn't like him. I had said I was willing to put up with him, but I don't think it's unfair for me to say I don't want him here on my birthday. 

"Oh, Nat. I forgot to mention John would be joining us, is that alright?" Mum turned to face me, not even the slightest hint of guilt in her blue eyes.

She'd planned this, I bet she invited him ages ago, before she even told me we were going out tonight. If Mum thinks she's trapped me into saying something along the lines of 'Yes, it's so wonderful John is here, I am so happy.' She's wrong.

"No." I harshly spat.

Blood pulsed through my veins, anger bubbling as I desperately tried to remain calm. John had a smug look written all over his face, I desperately wanted to step forward and punch him, wiping the cruel look away. I couldn't believe mum had done this, my birthday had been great up until that fucking arse trying to replace my dad walked in. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I thought of how inconsiderate she was being. Any other day I would have tried to tolerate the man for her, but on my birthday, fuck no. 

"Natalie!" Mum exclaimed in disbelief.

"Fuck you." I choked back my tears, pushing past Harry as I hurried down the hall, locking myself in the bathroom.

Salty tears trickled down my cheeks, freshly applied mascara staining my skin with a trail of black. My fingers tightly gripped the rim of the basin, turning my knuckles white. I was beyond furious, all mum does is think of herself, sometimes I wonder if she ever thinks about how her daughter might feel.

"Natalie?." Harry's voice drifted from the other side of the door.

"Go away." I sobbed.

I didn't want anyone to see me like this, especially not Harry. I hated crying in front of people, I didn't want their pity and I didn't want them to think I was weak. I'd done so much crying this week that quite frankly I felt like the most pathetic creature that crawled the earth. 

"Baby, let me in." The door handle rattled as he tried to enter.

"Leave me alone." I snapped a little harshly, I didn't need to take my anger out on him.

He seemed unfazed by my harsh tone, his words soft as he spoke again.

"Please open the door."

My fingers were fumbling with the lock before I really knew what I was doing. The door swung open and Harry appeared in the doorframe, a worried frown worn on his face. My and grasped his shirt, tugging him inside, before locking the door behind us.

I quickly wiped under my eyes, trying to remove the smudged black makeup. Harry's arms encircled my body, our heights much the same as he tugged me into the warmth of his chest. My arms wrapped back around his waist, squeezing him tight as I was careful not to stain his white shirt with my blackened tears. 

"My mum's a self centred bitch and John is out to get me." I cried. 

My hands tightly fisted the back of Harry's shirt as another wave of rage washed over me . 

"Hey, hey, calm down." He quietly cooed in my ear in an attempt to calm my angered state. 

His hand gently rubbed over my back in soothing, rhythmic circle motions as he softly whispered calming words in my ear. The grip I had on the back of his shirt slowly loosened as his actions relaxed me, the white material no longer in danger of being torn apart by my wrath. 

"I can't believe she invited him to my birthday." I quietly sobbed.

"Please don't cry, love." He softly hushed.

Harry's hand gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing away the angry tears escaping my watery eyes. His touch calmed me, the way he delicately caressed my skin as held me close to his chest was an act in which comforted me. 

"If it makes you feel any better he called me a juvenile delinquent when I told him to shut the fuck up after he called you a spoilt brat. I almost punched him in the face."

"He's an asshole, you should have done it." A small choked giggle left my lips. 

As much as I didn't want Harry to fight anymore, I would have happily allowed him to punch John in the face. 

"I don't want to go anymore." 

John would harass me all night and probably have a go at Harry as well. Mum wouldn't care less, all she thinks about is herself. Sometimes I wonder if she actually has a heart.

"Don't let him wreck your birthday, that's exactly what he wants." Harry kissed my forehead.

He was right, John wanted me to react like this, he didn't like me and didn't want me around. I wasn't going to let him get the better of me. 

"Okay, give me a second to clean myself up, I look like a panda." I snivelled.

"Prettiest panda I've ever seen." Harry tickled my sides, making me let out a small laugh.

Batting his hands away, I stepped out of his arms, turning toward the sink again. I wet a couple of tissues, dabbing the black make up away from my puffy red eyes. Harry came and stood behind me, his arms coiling around my waist as he rested his head on my shoulder. His cute actions caused a smile to form on my lips.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked.

I nodded my head, chucking the tissues in the bin. I didn't look all that great, my eyes were red and puffy, making it clear I'd been crying. A sigh of despair left my lips, I looked terrible and I felt sick to the stomach.

"Lets go." I barely whispered.

My hand clasped Harry's tightly as we walked back down the hall to where John and my mother still stood by the front door. Mum's eyes locked onto my face, a flash of guilt glinting in them as she noticed I'd been crying. I stepped closer to Harry, her gaze making me feel uncomfortable. 

"Well I guess we're all ready to go." John spoke brightly, breaking the awkward silence.

Mum's eyes broke away from my face, shaking her head lightly she turned to the front door. Her slim fingers wrapped around the door handle, giving it a tug.

"We'll go in my car." She suggested, handing John her car keys as he walked out the door.

Harry gently tugged my hand, leading me towards the open door. I followed him a little reluctantly, my stomach churning with nerves about the anticipated disaster before us. Mums hand caught my free wrist as I past her, pulling me to a halt. 

"Can I talk to you for a second." She asked quietly, her blue eyes pleading.

I let go of Harry's hand, giving him a small nod to say I'd be alright. He gave me a small smile before following John to my mothers car. 

"Natalie, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have asked John to come, I thought you'd be alright with it, but your obviously not." She apologised, her eyes meaningful as she desperately clasped my hand asking for forgiveness.

"You could have asked me before you did it!" I exclaimed. "I said I would try to be happy for you! But why you'd invite him to my birthday I honestly don't know!"

Mum looked a little taken aback by my angry outburst. Her eyes going a little glassy, desperately trying not to cry.

"I-1 just thought that maybe you two could get to know each other and maybe you might like him a little better." She stammered.

I felt a little bad, her intentions had been good natured, but she should have consulted with me before she asked him to come. 

"I forgive you mum, but please don't ever invite him anywhere without warning me, I need time to get my act together." I lowered my voice.

"I know that now, honey. I can ask him to go if you like." 

I shook my head, she'd apologised for inviting him along and I didn't want John to think I had forced her to make him leave. 

"No, it's alright, I'll try and get on with him." 

I some how doubted my words, John and I were highly likely going to argue with each other all night. But hey, it could be alright.

"Thank you." She smiled, pulling me into a hug.

I hugged her back, no longer a grey at her for inviting John. I wasn't exactly happy about it, but I'd just have to grit my teeth and bare it. 

"That's a pretty bracelet, where'd you get that." Mum caught my wrist as she pulled away.

"Harry gave it to me." I replied.

I watched as she delicately examined the bracelet, a smile forming on her face. I felt a little awkward about her reading the the words engraved on the charms, but I let her anyway. 

"Isn't he adorable." She cooed.

My cheeks flushed pink, my head nodding in silent agreement. I retracted my wrist from mum's hold, gently letting my fingers run over the cool silver metal of the bracelet. 

"Come on, better not keep the men waiting." Mum smiled.

We stepped outside, Mum locking the door behind us before linking our arms. Together we made our way down the path towards the car.

Harry's eyes lit up when I climbed in the back with him. I slid over into the middle seat, so we were sitting right next to each other, quickly doing my seatbelt up. My fingers slid between Harry's once my belt was secure.

The drive to the restaurant consisted of Harry and I quietly whispering to each other whilst John and Mum conversed between one another both very different conversations. John pulled up into a car park, cutting the engine. 

We all clamoured out of the car, Harry's arm immediately wrapped round my waist, pulling me into his side. Harry nudged my cheek with his nose, causing a grin to spread on my lips in place of the placid frown that I had worn moments earlier.

"Hurry up." John rudely yelled at us from by the entrance of the restaurant. 

I couldnt keep the smirk from my lips as I watched Mum scolded John for being so impolite. I couldn't understand what she saw in the guy, either she adored men who treated her daughter nastily or he just despised me for some unknown reason and was actually lovely. I think I'll go with the first idea, it seems more realistic.

Harry guided me up the path to the entrance, his arm kept firmly around my waist as he held the door open for my mother. She quietly thanked him before walking inside. However he wasn't so kind to John, once Mum had walked through the doorframe, he gently pushed me after her, cutting John off. The the door fall closed behind us, leaving him to open the door for himself. 

Inside, the usual buzz of conversation filled my ears. I was surprised to see that the place mum had chosen was actually exactly what I had hoped for. It was nice, but it wasn't over the top like a lot of the classy restaurants mum had dragged my father and I to when I was younger.

"I hope this is okay." Mum spoke a little nervously.

"It's great." I smiled warmly at my mother.

She looked a little relived as she turned to the reception, giving them the name she had made reservations under. By now John had entered, I could tell by the look on his face that he was a bit pissed off about Harry slamming the door in his face. He shot us a nasty glare before walking up behind my mother and placing a hand on her back. She looked up at him, giving him a warm smile. I fought back the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks as I watched her smiling lovingly at a man who most certainly was not my father. 

"You alright?" Harry asked, peering at me with concerned green eyes.

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice for fear of choked sobs coming out instead. His large hand gave my hip a small squeeze of reassurance as we followed after the woman leading us towards our table.

Harry pulled me impossibly closer as we weaved in and out of the chairs and tables that filled the premises. I appreciated his proximity, if he wasn't here I probably would either be lying in a puddle of tears or I would have ripped John's head off. Harry was the only thing keeping me calm and composed, he was my rock.

The waitress led us down to the very back of the restaurant where there weren't so many people. We were ushered to a table of four running parallel with a conjoined, cushioned bench. Harry and I slid into the booth like bench whilst mum and John occupied the chairs opposite us.

"Someone will be here in a moment to take your order for drinks." The woman spoke as she placed a menu down in front of each of us.

"Thank you." Mum chimed as the woman left.

As the woman had told us, not long after her departure a waitress appeared at our table. She smile widely at us, pen and notepad held in her hands.

"Are you guys ready to order drinks?" She asked, her blue eyes darting between the four of us, waiting to see who would order first.

"I'll take a Steinlager." Harry's raspy voice spoke up.

"You legal, Kid?" John had the nerve to question whether Harry was over the legal drinking age.

I watched as Harry's head snapped towards John, his eyes expression one of annoyance. Although he did well to hide it, I could see he was slightly embarrassed, taking John's question of suspicion as in insult. Harry looked older than eighteen, if I didn't know him I'd probably guess he was twenty, maybe twenty-one. 

"Yeah, turned eighteen in February" Harry snapped. 

"Got proof of that?" John rose his eyebrows in disbelief.

Oh God. We hadn't even been here five minutes and an argument had already broken out. Mum, the waitress and I all exchanged awkward looks as the two men argued at the end of the table. 

"I got ID if that's proof enough for you." Harry retaliated.

His hand shoved into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his wallet. I watched as he fumbled through the contents, eventually pulling out a small rectangular card made of plastic. 

"I'm eighteen." He growled, waving the ID card in John's face and then at the slightly scared looking waitress. 

I grabbed Harry's bicep, squeezing the strong muscle, forcing him to with draw his arm and stop shoving His ID in the poor girls face. His head turned to face me.

"Harry, you're scaring her." I scolded him.

I looked up opening my mouth about to apologise to the waitress, but she was no longer there. I spotted her literally running away from our table, trying to get away as quick as possible. 

"Now you've done it." John shook his head provocatively at Harry.

"I've done it?! You started it you-" I clamped my hand over his mouth before the string of oncoming cuss words could leave his lips. 

"John! Stop harassing him." Mum exclaimed. 

Harry's chest rose and fell erratically, his eyes burning with anger as he glared at John. I kept my hand over his mouth as I gently lay him down so his head rested in my lap and the rest of his body was sprawled partially on the leather cushioning half off it. My fingers brushed a few dark curls that had fallen onto his face back off his forehead.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" 

Harry nodded his head. Cautiously I removed my hand from over his mouth, allowing him to sit back up. He sent John daggers, but much to my relief he kept his mouth shut. Mum and I gave each other the same flustered look whilst the two males glowered at each other. 

"Would you guys like to order drinks?." 

I nearly jumped out of my skin as a young waiter with dirty blonde hair popped out of nowhere. He gave me an apologetic look, noticing my look of surprise. 

"Sorry about Nicole, it's her first day." The waiter apologised for the poor girl that Harry had terrorised and should actually be apologised to. I hope she didn't lose her job.

As he spoke, I couldn't help but notice how he resembled Alex Pettyfer in looks. The shape of his jaw and the colour of his eyes closely resembled the actor I was quite a fan of. The colour and the way he styled his hair just added to the similarity. 

"So what can I get for you tonight." He asked.

"Steinlager." Harry mumbled, tossing his ID card towards the waiter. "I'm eighteen."

The waiter glanced at the card before handing it back to Harry and jotting down his order. 

"Make that two." John added.

I looked at mum, clueless to what I should order. Coke sprang to mind, the only think I could think of that would be on the menu.

"Would you like so champagne?" Mum asked. "My treat."

I nodded my head, relieved that I didn't have to be the odd one out. 

"We'll take a bottle of champagne as well, thank you dear."

The waiter looked at me, with a smile.
"Better check your ID as well."

I had a feeling that the Alex Pettyfer lookalike only wanted to see it so he could learn my name, my age of no concern to him. However I gave it to him to check anyway. His eyes studied my ID card for a longer period of time than he did Harry's, proving my theory correct.

"Sorry, Natalie, But were going to have to need to see your birth certificate to confirm that you at currently eighteen, not in an hour or to." He joked.

I let out a giggle as he handed it back to me, my laugh cut short by Harry roughly slamming his fists down on the table.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" He spat, getting to his feet.

Harry looked like he was about to jump over me and murder the guy. I managed to grab the back of his shirt though, holding him back before he got the chance to wrap his hands hands round the waiters neck.

"I'm just going to take Harry outside, he needs to calm down." I announced, dragging the enraged curly haired male from the table.

"Damn right he does." John agreed unhelpfully. 

His comment only angered Harry further, his fist narrowly missing John's as he took a swing. I quickly released my grip on the back of his white shirt, wrapping my hands around his wrists pinning them behind his back. 

The whole environment seemed to go quiet, all eyes on us as I pushed Harry in the direction of the exit. My cheeks burnt bright red with embarrassment by the scene he was causing. It looked like John enjoyed provoking Harry more than he liked provoking me.

"What are you looking at." Harry snapped at a boy of about twelve who had been staring at him a little to intently. 

"You should be in a loony bin." The obnoxious kid replied. His mother looked horrified, desperately trying to make her son be quiet. 

Harry's body jolted, wrists desperately twisting in an attempt to break free of my tight grip. There was no way I was going to let Harry knock the extremely rude child unconscious, but I wasn't about to let the kid get away with speaking to my boyfriend like that. 

"If you know what's good for you, I'd shut you're mouth. Say something like that again and my fingers might just slip." 

The boy gulped, his eyes widening at my threat. He seemed to understand that if I simply lifted a finger Harry would break free and possibly clobber him in the face.


I gave him a nod before continuing my mission to get Harry to the exit. 

The cool night air brushed against my skin as we stepped outside. I guided Harry around the side of the building where no one would be able to witness our conversation. Once out of sight, I released his wrists, shoving him slightly.

"What the hell was that, Harry!?" I yelled.

Harry stumbled forward slightly, my push unexpected, but he quickly regained his balance again, spinning around to face me. 

"John was provoking me, you bloody well heard him." Harry replied, rubbing his wrists where I had tightly gripped him.

"I don't care about John, I was talking about you nearly knocking the living daylights out of the waiter!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in desperation.

"The guy was fucking flirting with you!" Harry shouted, his hands balled up into fists by his sides again.

I stared at him in disbelief. The guy might have been flirting with me, Harry didn't need to worry though, because had no intention flirting with the waiter and all intentions in flirting with him. Even though the waiter did resemble Alex Pettyfer, I would still rather flirt with Harry.

"So what? You were going to attack him in front of all those people?" I questioned. "What is wrong with you?!"

Hurt glinted in Harry's misty green eyes, I was pleased to see that he looked disappointed in himself, realising his actions were wrong and unacceptable. When was he going to learn that if a guy was looking at me, I was interested unless he had dark curls, green eyes and his name was Harry Styles.

Harry's fists had fallen open, arms now hanging loosely at his sides. A heavy sigh fell from his mouth as he stared down at his shoes.

"That kid was right, I should be in a mental hospital or something." His voice cracked a little as he spoke."I need mental help."


t broke my heart hearing him speak about himself like that. Yes, he did have a few anger issues that came out when he was provoked, but he most certainly didn't belong in a mental hospital. He just needed to take a deep breath and remain calm.

"Harry, stop talking like that."

"I'm a terrible boyfriend, all I do is mess up, break my promises and scare you." He looked up, sad eyes meeting with mine. 

"Harry." I pleaded.

"I do you more damage than good, I'm sure that guy in there would treat you right."

I watched in utter disbelief as he began to walk away, hands shoved in his pockets, head hanging low. 

"Harry! Come back here!" I yelled in annoyance. 

"No! Go back inside and tell that guy I'm your over protective brother and you want to go out with him." Harry yelled back. "Your new boyfriend will treat you better, trust me."

I'm not sure where he intends on going, but I'm not going to allow him to just walk away like that. I don't understand why he puts himself down like this. He's being stupid, if he thinks that he's not good enough for me then maybe he does belong in a mental hospital, he's more than I could ever ask for. It hurts watching the person you love so much put them self through torture the way he's doing it.

"Harry! Come back here right now you fucking idiot or I swear to god I'm going to come over there and slap you." I yelled, knowing perfectly well that due to his stubborn nature he wasn't going to turn around and I was going to get the pleasure of giving him a slap he clearly deserved.

I marched after him, hooking my fingers into the back of his collar, tugging him to a holt. Gripping his shoulder in my left hand, I spun him around to face me, my right hand roughly connecting with his cheek. The force of the blow caused his head to turn to the side.

"You're a fucking asshole." I yelled.

My hand gripped the front of his shirt, tightly fisting the material between my fingers.

"You don't get it do you?" I hissed. "I don't care about that waiter, I don't wan't him, or any other guy, Harry. I only want you." I whispered.

My heart clenched when I saw the small teardrops falling down his cheeks. Gently I took his hand, tugging him lightly, but he didn't want to budge.

"Come here, I want to kiss you." I whispered.

Harry nibbled his lips timidly as he allowed me to pull him to where we would have some privacy, sheltered from any onlookers view. He looked so adorable when he cried, the salty drops trickling down his cheeks. Seeing Harry let out his tears was a very rare site. It was a sad yet beautiful site.

"I love you, Harry, faults and all. I wouldn't have you any other way." My thumb gently caressed his cheek, brushing the tears away. "Stop telling yourself your not good enough for me. Because you are all that I could ever hope for, it hurts me when you say things like what you said before." 

"But I'm n-" 

My hand connected with his cheek again, before he could finish the sentence.

"Shut up. Your arms are the only ones I want to be in." I whispered, pulling his arms around my body, settling his hands on my back. "In my eyes you are absolutely perfect."

Gently I cupped his cheek, my lips softly pressing against his in a sweet kiss. The touch of my mouth caused Harry to tighten his grip on my waist, his body enticing me closer. The kiss remained slow and gentle, my free hand delicately stroking the curls at the nape of his neck as our mouthes moved together in synchronisation.

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