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.


40. Chapter Thirty-Eight continued

The clicking of the door handle made me jump, quickly I recollected myself and made a dash through the blinding rain. 

"Natalie!" He yelled. "Nat, wait!"

I didn't dare turn back, I knew if I did It would only hurt more. Tears and raindrops mixed together created a blinding mist covering my eyes, clouding my vision, but I kept running. I couldn't see anything but a blur of water. 

I let out a cry of despair as large familiar hands wrapped around my waist, ceasing my departure, pulling me into their chest. Why wouldn't he just let me be, his silence had already hurt me enough today. I just want to go home, I want my mum. Too exhausted to fight back any more I became deadweight in his arms. I gave up.

Harry cradled me in his arms, carrying me through the hammering rain, back into the warmth of his house. Once back inside the door was kicked shut and my back pressed hard up against it. A gasp escaped my mouth as he forced his wet body against mine, desperately grasping at my soaked shirt. 

"Tell me again." He begged. "Please, tell me you love me."

His face was so close that our noses nearly touched, warm breath wafting over my lips in a sweet mist. Confused and defeated, I shook my head, avoiding eye contact with him. I had already embarrassed myself enough today. Harry's hips dug into mine as he tried to force himself impossibly closer.

"Please, I need to hear you say it again." He begged.

I didn't understand what he possibly thought he would gain from hearing me confess my love for him again. He had made it obvious before that he couldn't reciprocate them. Maybe he was just trying to hurt me further for not telling him about Luke. Harry's green eyes searched my face desperately for any sign of emotion, but received nothing but a hollow stare.

"I love you."

My eyes fluttered closed as the three words I desperately wanted to hear drifted from the beautiful boy standing before me's pink lips. I was so surprised by his admittance that I think my heart stopped for a moment. The words whispered in his deep raspy voice made me weak at the knees, I couldn't quite believe he'd said it. 

"Please. Tell me you love me." He spoke again, desperate to hear them from me. My pulse quickened hearing him plead for the three words recently exchanged. 

My arms snaked up around his neck, pressing his wet forehead against mine. Our green eyes met, both gazes desperate as we stared at the other. 

"I love you, Harry." The words tumbled from my lips for the second time in a matter of ten minutes.

I sharp breath was sucked in between his lips before he blew out again, leaning in for a much desired kiss. Our mouthes moved in sync, starting off slow, but soon became more desperate and intoxicating. It had been days since we'd last seen each other and our reunion had not exactly been pleasant. But now we were stood in the hall after both confessing our love for each other, passionately kissing for the first time in what felt like eternity.

Harry's hand skimmed down the sides of my body, hands slipping around the backs of my thighs bringing them up. I obliged in a moment, tightly wrapping the length of my legs tightly around his waist. The predominant bulge in Harry's pants did not go unnoticed by me as our crotches ground together. The sensation was intensified by the waterlogged material closely covering our bodies as we rubbed up against each other. 

Harry pulled back, both our breathing heavy. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that." He spoke breathlessly. My fingers gently brushed fallen curls back out of his eyes as I sweetly kissed him on the tip of the nose. My heart was still hammering a million miles per second. 

I didn't say anything, I just rose my hand to his cheek, gently brushing my thumb across his smooth skin. He leaned into my hand, receiving more contact as he gazed up at me contently. His beautiful green eyes seemed to glow, I'd never seen him like this before, it was as if all earlier events of the day had been washed away by the heavy falling rain.

His head dipped into my neck, full lips pressing against my skin affectionately. My eyelids fell closed again at the delicate touch of his lips, trying to savour the feeling. The expanse of my neck was peppered with kisses, raising goosebumps on my pale skin. 

"Are you still angry at me?" I questioned nervously. Harry's lips became frozen against my skin as he absorbed my question, deciding what his answer was.

"I'm still angry that you didn't tell me." He spoke calmly. My legs were pried from around his waist, feet firmly placed back down on the floor as he looked me in the eyes. "How am I supposed to protect you if you hide things from me."

I held his questioning gaze for a while, before dropping my head, the floor suddenly very interesting. Lying to him probably wasn't the right thing to do, he would have found out anyway, I was just scared. 

"I'm sorry." My voice came out in barely a whisper.

Harry's fingertips lightly brushed mine before gently taking hold of it. A delicate kiss was pressed to each of my knuckles before my arm was swiftly wrapped round his neck and legs knocked out from beneath me. I let out a gasp of surprise, I was still getting used to having Harry sweep me off my feet at the most random times. 

"I'm sorry I scared you before, I didn't mean to." He whispered back, lips lightly brushing my earlobe. I shuddered at the thought of his black eyes, looking into them was like staring into a bottomless pit. 

"Are you cold?" He asked, taking the shudder of fear as a shiver of cold much to my relief. 

"Freezing." I replied truthfully.

A smirk spread across his angelic face. "I can warm you up."

Harry carried me back upstairs to his bedroom and into the bathroom which the lock had been smashed off with the power of Harry's body. His strength frightened me, it was no wonder he wasn't allowed to box in his weight range. 

Again I was placed down on my feet and stood in front of him. He gently brushed a sopping strand of hair out of my face, pushing it behind my ear. "I promise I won't come in." He spoke, obviously noticing me staring at the destroyed lock. 

He turned to leave, but I grabbed his wrist preventing him from going any further.


He turned around, looking at me questioningly, confused to why I had stopped him from going. 

"Come in with me." I whispered shyly. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted him to stay with me. I'd wanted him to hold me the whole time I'd distanced myself from him. And now after we'd both confessed our love I didn't want him to leave my sight.

Harry's eyes widened a little in surprise, it was probably the last thing he was expecting to come out of my mouth. He was always the one trying to sneak in the shower with me or inviting me to join him, never in a million years would he expect a request like that from me.

His fingers went to the button of his jeans, but I quickly brushed them away. "I want to undress you." I spoke embarrassedly. Harry's smile reached his ears as he stared like a idiot at me. My cheeks flared red under his gaze.

"You're so innocent." He hummed as I stepped towards him. 

Large hands fell on my hips as I fumbled with the hem of his shirt. My teeth chattered an fingers shook from the cold, but I was able to grip the hem of his soaking black shirt and peel it away from his godlike body. Harry aided me in pulling the thin material over his head, raising his arms and ducking forward a little so I could pull it off. I gnawed on my lip in awe as I drank in his chest. My eyes travelled down every crevasse in his toned abdomen, right down to where his v-lines disappeared into the black band of his boxers reeking out the top of his jeans.

Harry drew me close to him again once his shirt lay in a waterlogged pile on the floor where it had fallen from my shaking fingers. I reached for the button on his black jeans, popping it open and sliding the zipper down. The tight jeans were a little more difficult to get off, they seemed to stick to his legs like glue. With some struggle I managed to wriggle them down his long legs. He stepped out of his jeans leaving him standing on only his boxers before taking my hands and bringing me back up to full height. A soft kiss was pressed to my cheek before he dropped down on one knee in front of me and began to work on untying my combat boots. 

"I really like these boots on you" he commented. "They make you look sexy."

My cheeks blushed as he slipped the shoes off my feet followed by my socks. Harry chuckled as I wriggled my toes. Harry bit his lip in concentration as he unbuttoned my jeans, I grasped his bare shoulders as I not so gracefully escaped the clingy fabric. 

My legs felt so exposed now that I was rid of my jeans and standing in front of him in only my panties and my shirt. Harry licked his lips lustfully scanning his eyes up and down my legs. His fingertips delicately pressed into the back of my knee as he brought it to his lips, gently kissing my skin. 

"So soft." 

His hands slid up my thighs over my hips to the hem of my shirt. A wave of nausea suddenly washed over me as I remembered the deep fingernail wounds I had been careful to conceal from Harry's eyes. I was afraid to how he would react seeing the marks of where Luke hand sunk his nails into my flesh, Harry had become angry enough over him hitting me. 

A sharp intake of air was sucked between Harry's lips as the sleeves of my shirt were pulled from my skin leaving the damage completely visible to his eyes. 

"I will fucking destroy him." Harry furiously spat as he threw my shirt across the room.

"Harry." I timidly cried, forgetting how exposed I was to him. 

Harry cupped my forearm him his hand, inspecting the wounds. I was bruised and battered all over, but the red angry marks impaled on my forearm stood out the most. They burned against my pale skin.

My arms coiled around his neck, pulling him close. 

"Please don't do anything stupid." I begged. I wouldn't be able to handle it if anything happened to the curly haired boy I had somehow fallen in love with. Tears trickled down my cheeks onto his shoulder as I silently willed him to promise he wouldn't.

"Not today." He replied.

They weren't the words I wanted to hear, but they were better than nothing. At least I knew he would be safe for now.

I hadn't noticed Harry's gentle fingertips sliding up my back until my bra was half way down my arms, fluttering to the floor. My arms moved quick to cover my chest, still insecure about my body, especially the ugly scar.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered lovingly in my ear as he grasped my wrists, pulling them away from my chest. His eyes lustfully gazed at my body, making me feel uncomfortable. I tried to turn away from him, but he held me in place with one arm, hooking his fingers into my panties with the other. 

Now completely exposed to him I felt vulnerable. The injuries I had sustained made me feel even more insecure about my body than I otherwise would have. 

"You don't need to be shy. You're beautiful." He told me again as he pulled his boxers down now both of us as exposed as the over, only Harry was confident and I wasn't. I turned my back to him, switching the shower on.

"I'm hell compared to you." I whispered stepping into the shower letting the hot water hit my skin pulling the curtain behind me shielding myself from his eyes.

"You're Heaven." Harry's voice softly whispered as I felt his presence behind me. I squeezed my eyes closed in pleasure as his touch was felt on my waist. His arms coiled around my body, his front pressing to my back as he protectively enveloped me, shielding me with his own body. 

"And I promise you I'll keep you safe, protect you. Luke will never touch you again." 

My body relaxed into his. 

I knew I was safe.

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