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.


39. Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter 38

Two days passed and I had barely left the comfort of my bed only to use the bathroom and eat what small amount of food my stomach would hold. I had built up enough courage to expect the damage my face had sustained and it frightened me. My lip was split, my cheek still slightly bruised and the nail marks left in my soft flesh were red and excruciatingly painful. The wetness of my cheeks was something of a constant flow, teardrops leaking from my eyes. My whole body throbbed every time I moved and dark bruises brandished my pale skin.

The grazes on my arms however I didn't mind so much, they had proved to be a valuable ally when mum asked me what happened. I told her I slipped and fell into a pole, and skidded backwards along the concrete. The grazes I showed her made her believe me in an instant, but I was careful to hide the nail marks. They were the only thing that didn't fit in with my alibi.

I jumped, shoving the covers back as I scrambled to collect the vibrating object rattling against my desk. My fingers fumbled with the device, nervously gulping when I read the name flashing across the screen. A deep breath was inhaled, preparing myself for the long postponed conversation about to take place.

"Hey Harry" I greeted quietly.

"Nat? Why have you been ignoring my calls?" He drove straight in.

"I haven't been well, Harry. I'm not ignoring you, I've been sleeping all day" I lied . Sleep was something I had obtained little of recently, I'd been thinking about him constantly and fearing that Luke would come back.

"Sorry, it's just I miss you and I feel like you're avoiding me." He whispered quietly. He sounded so distant, so confused. 

"I miss you too, Harry" I replied, feeling terrible for hurting him like this.

"How are you feeling" he asked.

"A bit better" I sniffed.

"I'll come by later to see you" Harry spoke sharply.

His words flooded me with panic. I don't know how long I expected to put off seeing him again, but I was not ready for now.

"No, no. I don't want you getting sick". I repeated my reason not for him to come over last time I spoke to him.

"I don't care. I'll lie in bed sick with you forever I have to." The authority in his voice chilled me. 

"N-No...I'll come to you." I spoke quietly


Earlier when I was talking to Harry on the phone I had thought it would be more beneficial If I went to his. But in reality it only made me feel more anxious. 

I had stared nervously at my reflection for what felt like eternity as I tried to conceal the still visible bruising on my cheek. But no matter how much make up I plastered on, the damage still shone through. I had carefully chosen a long sleeved white shirt to hide the only fault in the inevitable I would be telling. I shrugged on a baggy black cardigan and a pair of jeans before I took one more painful glance at my reflection. 

I was a mess despite the male up that had faked in its duty to make me look any better. My eyes were a little puffy from all the crying that had taken place the last few days. The dark bruise on my face contrasted painfully well with my pale complexion but stood out a little less with the help of the make up and my dark clothes. My split lip was in un concealable but the rest of my injuries were hidden by the well selected items of clothing. I grabbed my jacket and bag ending my torturous inspection, before I headed out of the house.

I pulled the hood of my jacket up, hiding my face from the world. I didn't want to walk, but I had no other means of transport. I hoped if I came across any more gang members that wouldn't recognise me and keep walking. My pace quickened at the thought of Luke, it was getting on to five o'clock and as much as I wanted to prolong the time before having to face Harry, I had no desire to be stumbling around alone in the dark.

It had taken me a little over fifteen minutes to reach the familiar street and by now my stomach was churning. A wave of nauseous washed over me at the sight of his looming abode.

I knew he'd be waiting for me. My feet finding their way up the path to his front door was a challenge, I had to force them to move one in front of the other. I pulled my hood back, shaking out my unruly waves, hoping they'd hide somewhat of my bruised cheek. My hand shook slightly as it rose to knock on the dark wood of Harry's front door. His footsteps could be heard a moment later, growing louder as he approached the solid barrier between us before swiftly opening it. He remained quiet, staring at me before dropping his gaze, stepping to the side, allowing me to enter. 

His back was to me as he closed the door. I nervously exchanged my weight between my two feet as he deeply inhaled, almost as though he was preparing to face me. When he did turn, it was hard to miss the sadness in his green eyes, trailing over my face. Curls flopped in a disarray on the top of his head, plump lips were paler than the usual healthy pink they displayed. The sight of him in this way made my chest ache.

Gentle fingers brushed my long waves to the side and I watched as he tilted his head slightly to the side surveying my face from a better angle. The sadness in his eyes seemed to increase as fingertips gently angled my chin up.

His silence frightened me, he had never been this quiet.

"What happened to your face" he spoke in little more than a whisper. It was inevitable that he would ask question, I had thought I was prepared for it, but it hit me harder than expected. "You tried to hide it." His thumb brushed over the mark I had failed to completely conceal.

"I-I slipped over on sunday and smacked my face on a lamppost." I forced myself to lie. "I didn't want you to worry."

Harry's eyes bore into mine, I turned away, finding it too difficult to hold his penetrating gaze. When I looked back again, his eyes had darkened, no longer filled with sadness, but now all they read was anger. 

My body began to tremble as his touch fell from my cheek, a deep frown forming on his face as his jaw tightened. Harry's body moved in closer. My chest constricted, breathing erratic as he backed me up against the wall. Our chests touched, soft lips lightly brushing up my neck before hovering beside my ear. 

"You don't think I'm stupid enough to believe that bullshit, do you" his raspy tone whispered.

My breath caught in my throat, eyes widening in surprise. Harry knew.

His looming presence retreated slightly, standing a few feet away, still close enough to hold the intimidation he had over me.

"I don't know what pisses me off more, the fact you didn't tell me yourself... Or who I actually had to find out from." Harry fumed.

My mouth opened and closed in complete shock, unable to formulate words on my trembling lips. My mouth dry and voice gone.

"You were attacked." Harry's voice echoed around the dead silent hall. "He fucking hit you!"

I jumped at the sudden heighten in volume of Harrys voice. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I sobbed quietly. 

"Do you know who told me?" He asked, anger blazing in his dark eyes. It was frightening how quickly he could change from gentle touches to harsh words. 

"That fucker, Louis!" He spat. 

I let out a surprised whimper. Louis had said he wouldn't tell Harry, he said he wouldn't. I trusted him, but he told Harry despite my pleas not to. I was trying to protect Harry, but Louis obviously didn't understand that.

"You obviously prefer that asshole better to me considering you told him your little secret, but not me, might as well call him your new boyfriend now!" Harry snapped hurtfully. 

More fat tears rolled down my cheeks, I reached up to rub my eyes undoubtedly smudging makeup all over my face. I couldn't care less though, all I wanted was Harry to calm down and stop yelling things at me that stabbed at my heart like a knife. I only lied to protect him, I just want to keep him safe.

"I-I did it for you" I managed to choke out through my sobs. Harry sent me daggers as he brushed past me, completely ignoring my comment as he stormed down the hall into the kitchen. Despite my current fear of the enraged male, I timidly followed him. 

"H-Harry?" I cried out, wanting nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and tell him why I hid the truth from him and that I was sorry. He wouldn't listen though, he wouldn't give me a chance. 

I froze in the doorway that marked the boundary of the kitchen. Harry was over by the sink, head bowed down, muscles in his back contorting as he gripped the bench. A half empty bottle of vodka sat on the worktop beside him. Another wave of fear flooded through my body as he reached for the glass stood beside it, draining the remnants before filling it again with more clear liquid. 

My pulse quickened, as I watched him down the second glass. I had only ever seen him drunk once before. His mood had been playful and almost childlike. But this situation his was completely different, he was driven by anger and that's what scared me.

Harry's glass was slammed down against the marble so hard that it shattered into a million tiny pieces. I stumbled back, tripping over my own feet as I avoided a few airborne shards. Harry's swiftly snapped in my direction, clouded black eyes locking on me. He didn't seem to feel the pain of the broken glass pressed beneath the palm of his large hand. That's when I realised I was losing him, he was slipping through my fingers, slowly becoming consumed by the darkness.

I didn't know what else to do when he moved towards me, so I did the only thing I knew how... I ran.

My legs quickly carried me down the hall and up the stairs to Harry's bedroom. He was shouting at me. I slammed the door, panicking as his heavy footsteps were heard, feet on their way up the stairs. Tears stained my cheeks as I darted into the bathroom, hastily putting the wooden barrier between myself and the furious, intoxicated Harry.

Moments past before the thumps of Harry's clenched fists sounded on the locked door. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself screaming, it all felt like a sick horror movie, when the girl get killed by her possessed boyfriend.

"Natalie! Open the door!" He shouted through the wood. It was all to much for me, my legs gave way and I collapsed to the tile floor. The violent banging on the door seemed to increase, I didn't know how much more the barrier between us could withstand. 

I scuttled back into the furthest corner of the bathroom, putting as much distance between Harry and I as I could. Petrified tears fell from my eyelashes, splattering down on my knees as I curled them up to my chest.

"Natalie! Open the fucking door!" He bellowed. That was the last time he spoke, before the door swung open with the immense force of his shoulder. I hid my face in my knees, hoping to become as small as possible.

"Natalie? " his tone questioning.

I risked a glance up at my boyfriend . He stared at me lips parted as he absorbed the image of a freight ended girl curled up in the corner of his bathroom. I watched for a moment as the black slowly drained from his eyes, glassy green ones reappearing in their place. I shrank back further into my little corner as he took a step towards me.

My body went ridged as he lowered himself to the floor. Engulfing me in his strong arms, encouraging my body back into Harry's. I couldn't help choking on a sob of surprise as is head rested on my shoulder.

"I'm still angry at you." Harry gently hushed, cradling me in his protective arms.

"I know." I whispered.

He sat gently rocking me, for what felt like hours. During our silence, one question repeatedly bounced around in my mind, before it escaped in barely a whisper.

"What are you going to do now?"

He was quiet a moment, contemplating his answer. 

"I don't know yet." Harry admitted.

"Please don't..."

My words were abruptly ceased as Harry's arms constricted around me, holding me in one of his death grips which was in anger rather than affection.

"You don't get to decide." Harry's angry voice roughly stated. "You have absolutely no say in what I do."

I sobbed quietly, his words holding nothing of warmth or comfort. His arms uncoiled from around me and he stood up before striding out of the bathroom. 

I shakily got to my feet, clumsily stumbling after Harry. He was stood by the window, his back to me as he stared out. I noticed the crimson blood trickling from small cuts the glass had made on his hand, he didn't seem to care though.

"Please, don't go after him." I cried. "He said he'd kill you".

Harry swiftly turned eyes blazing with anger as we locked gazes. "Did you not fucking hear me? You have no say in this!" He yelled. I blinked back my tears as I watched him make his way to the door, about to escape my view. 

"Harry!" I cried as he slipped out into the hall, leaving me alone in his room. I contemplated whether or not to follow the curly haired guy, eventually coming to a decision. A deep breath was inhaled through my nose as I attempted to calm myself before confronting him again. 

My whole body seemed to tremble as I made my way down the stairs as quietly as possible. The thoughts of him downing more alcohol poisoned my mind. My breath caught in my throat when I heard clattering from in the kitchen, my fear seemed to intensify as my imagination possibly became true.

Nervously gnawing in my bottom lip, I peered round the doorframe, peeking around the wood at Harry. His tall frame loomed over the sink again, but much to my relief he was washing the crimson substance from his hand. Glass was still scattered over the floor and I trod carefully, avoiding the little shards.

"Harry." I spoke quietly. 

He didn't so much as give me a single glance, he just continued cleaning his wounds. It hurt knowing his ignorance was deliberate, I felt ghostlike, calling to someone who couldn't hear me.

"Harry, please talk to me." I begged wrapping my hand around his elbow, just to make sure I really wasn't a ghost. He shook me off, turning his back on me instead as he strode into the living room, coldly brushing past me, lightly knocking into my shoulder. A huff of annoyance was puffed out of my mouth as I followed after him.

I watched in disbelief as he sat himself down on the sofa, snatching up the remote from the arm of the chair before proceeding to flick the T.V on. The channel was changed a couple of times before settling on a football Mach. He has got to be kidding me. 

"Harry." I tried to sway his attention from the T.V, but he refused to acknowledge my presence. 

His frown deepened further as I took it upon myself to stand in front of the irritating device he was staring impassively at.

"You make a better door than a window." Harry glared.

"Good." I replied in a hard voice.

The audio coming from the T.V was starting to drive me crazy and my patience was wearing thin as I waited for Harry to act. His usually beautiful green eyes were drained of their usual green glow and his glare chilled my bones. Unable to stand the irritating buzz of the T.V, I turned pressing the button to cease the irritating distraction.

"Talk to me."

"Why didn't you tell me!?" Harry angrily spat.

His straight up question caught me a little off guard, I hadn't quite expected him to ask the question at this present moment in time. 

"Because he said he'd kill you! I wanted to protect you for once!" I cried unable to stop the unwanted tears leaking from my drowning eyes. I hastily brushed them away with the back of my hands as they fell urging them to stop but the flow only grew. Fear washed through my entirety as Harry stood from the couch, reaching full height. His body looked over my smaller one, staring down at me with cold eyes. Involuntarily I took a step back, trying to comprehend how frightening he could become when he wanted to.

"I can take care of myself, not much could be said about you though." He snapped cuttingly.

I had been perfectly capable of looking after myself before he forced himself into my life. How dare he say that. 

"I was fine before I met you! You're the one who causes all this shit!" I yelled, reclaiming my ground as I forcefully shoved his shoulders out of aggravation. He took a small step back at my push, anger blazing in his usually beautiful eyes.

"What?! You wish we never met!? You want me gone!?" There was a hint of hurt behind the mask of his angry voice. I was becoming infuriated by his stubbornness, he didn't understand that I didn't want to stand behind him when things got rough. I wanted to stand right there beside him, holding his hand. I wanted to face whatever came at us together.

"No! I just hate hiding behind you all the time! I want to protect you! That's why I didn't tell you, because I couldn't bare to have anything happen to you!" I cried in final desperation. "For gods sake, Harry, it's because I'm in love with you!"

I clapped my hand over my mouth, shocked by the confession that'd just slipped out. Harry's eyes went wide, mouth falling agape as he stared at me across the living room. Time seemed to stand still as we looked at each other, the silence between us was almost deafening. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes darting towards the door in panic. I hastily fled into the hall, ignoring the bag containing items of value to me which I had left on the floor. I didn't care about them, I just wanted to escape.

I rushed to the door, fumbling with the handle, but my hands were shaking to much to grip it. Footsteps sounded and I turned to see Harry standing in the doorway. He looked as though he was choking on his tongue, struggling to formulate a sentence on his pink lips. 

"I-I'm leaving" I stuttered, turning to face the obstacle in front of me. 


I cursed at the sound of his raspy voice whispering my name behind me. He doesn't love you, I told myself. I quickly threw the door open, escaping into the pouring rain outside.

The door was pulled shut again behind me, creating a barrier between myself and the boy I loved but didn't love me back. I barely made it two feet before collapsing down onto my knees in a pool of despair. I didn't know it would hurt so much knowing you loved someone, but they didn't feel the same. Harry was incapable of love, he'd been hurt to much in the past. He only knew hate and vengeance, love was something he crushed underfoot. That's how I felt now, like he had stomped on my heart and sent it through the paper shredder.

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