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.


34. Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter 34

There was an uncomfortable silence between me and Harry for the rest of the ride to the gym. I grew more and more anxious as we pulled up in front of a shabby looking building. The peeling white paint and grubby walls would make your think it was an abandoned old building. It didn't look like much of a place for a boxing match to be held, it was so old and rundown looking.

"Let’s go" Harry spoke more calmly than he had earlier, unlocking the doors before getting out. I was glad to see he'd cooled of a little bit. So had I.

Begrudgingly I pulled at the door handle, letting the door pop open so I could get out. The moment my feet touched the black tarmac ground, Harry had his arm protectively wrapped round my waist, not allowing me to go anywhere or let anyone come near me.

He kept a very close hold on me as we entered the building, his grip increasing as people began to come up to him, wishing him luck. I was surprised by the amount of people here to watch this fight, it was astonishing.

"Haz! Where have you been?!" Max appeared from out of the crowd, his blonde hair was messily swept to the side, half falling in his eyes as he jogged towards us. "Luke and his mates were beginning to think you'd pussied out". Harry's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, creases forming between them as he frowned. "It doesn't matter, I need to get ready" He replied, avoiding the answer which could cause a possible dispute between he and I again. "Good idea" Max nodded his head before turning on his heel and leading us to the changing room Harry's group had commandeered in the lead up to the fight.

There were several people in the changing room, sitting on the benches, discussing the near beginning of the fight, when Harry entered the room; he was given a series of nods and greetings from each of them, before they returned to their discussions. Harry dropped his bag down on the bench, it landed with a thud, making me jump slightly at the sound.

"I'm just going to talk to the guys, don't go anywhere" he ordered, holding me by the shoulders, staring into my eyes. I looked back him blankly, hiding all the emotions I was currently feeling. He dipped his head down towards my lips, going in for a kiss, but I turned my head before they could reach their destination. His soft lips landed on my cheek instead. Harry let out a sigh of frustration. I could tell he was becoming increasingly weary of my reluctance towards his decision. Although he did well to hide it, I could see the hurt in his eyes, he was slightly offended by my rejection.

I left Harry to get changed, walking to an empty corner of the room where I could be alone. I sat myself down on the metal bench running along the wall, trying to think of any another way for the fight to be called off. My nails tapped against the chipping green paint on the bench as I thought.

There was no use in trying to talk Harry out of it any further. I was only going to end in yelling and further disagreement. Letting out a Sigh, I lolled my head back against the wall closing my eyes. I only had one other option I could try, Harry wasn't going to like it, but if I was sneaky enough he would never find out.

I glanced over in Harry's direction, he was discussing strategy with Nathan and Caden, who I despised for getting Harry this fight. They seemed to be in deep conversation and wouldn't notice if I just walked out of the room.

Slowly I rose to my feet, my eyes were set on the door as I walked as discreetly as possible towards it. I pushed it open, before silently slipping out of the room, glancing once more at the curly haired boy across the room.

I looked left and right once outside the changing room, the layout of the building was completely new to me and I didn't have the foggiest idea which way to go. Going with my gut instinct, I decided to take a left down the corridor. Although we'd never actually met before, I was growing increasingly nervous about confronting Luke. I didn't particularly want to make conversation with the older brother of the guy who almost raped me. But I'd do anything to protect Harry.

I didn't have to walk all that far before I passed an open changing room door, loud voices echoed throughout the room, laughing and joking about things that I did not hear. Cautiously I peered round the doorframe into the room of a similar layout to the one I had been in earlier. My eyes wandered over the group of males inside the changing room, landing on one in particular. It was Luke, the guy Harry would be fighting in only a matter of time.

I took a deep breath, trying to push down the rising fear in my stomach. Boldly I marched into the room without knocking, earning myself several confused looks and a couple of scowls. "You can't be in here, miss" one spoke in an irritated tone. Bravely brushing past the man, I continued walking over to the heavily built looking male with his back turned to me. My eyes were drawn to his bare back for a moment, studying the swirls of colour inked into his skin in the shape of a dragon much the same as the ones the two men I had met at Harry's house earlier adorned. I shuddered in fear, looking around the room noticing that the majority of the males in the room wore the same tattoo in various places visible to the eye. I was under the impression of the dragon tattoo being a symbol of the gang they belonged to.

My heart beat rapidly as I stopped a couple of metres away from Luke. He must have sensed my presence, because he turned around before I had the chance to open my mouth. I gulped as a ghoulish grin spread across his face as he noticed me.

"How can I help you, love"?

He held a ghastly smirk on his lips as I took in the features of his face. The first thing I noticed about him were his eyes, they terrifyingly dark brown, close to being black, holding much similarity too some demon from hell. He and Adam certainly resembled each other. Both of them wore the same smirk and dark hair. His chiselled features also resembled Adam's, but Luke looked obviously older though.

"I want you to call off the fight" I spoke bravely, crossing my arms over my chest, to prevent his wandering eyes seeing down my top. His gaze flicked up to my face as He released a demented laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "And who might you be" he questioned, smirking to himself. I didn't hesitate in responding "Natalie". I hoped the fact that I told him my name straight up hid the fact that I was intimidated by him. "Ohh, so you're the elusive girl this fights all about" he smirked. I took a frightened step back, I didn't like the way he was speaking to me. "Call it off" I spoke through gritted teeth taking the step I just took away from the man back towards him. "Sorry sweetheart, but no can do. You're little boyfriend beat up my bro, now he's gotta pay" Luke laughed. I clenched my fists, glaring up at the intimidating man. "Adam got what he deserved, you don't need to fight Harry and make things worse!" I spat. Luke grinned "But that's exactly what I want to do. Stir up trouble". My heart hammered against my chest, making it ache. "Go find trouble somewhere else, leave my boyfriend alone" I spat.

"Feisty aren't we" Luke teased.

My head snapped around at the sound of Harry's raspy voice. Even from down the corridor he could be heard.

"Where the fuck is Natalie!?"

Amused laughter brought my attention back to the threatening man in front of me. "Someone's in trouble" he smirked. "Now if you don't mind, I’d like to get ready before I beat the shit out of your boyfriend".

My desperation was starting to become obvious and Luke found it increasingly amusing. I knew he wouldn't back down, neither of them would, but I was holding on to a tiny thread of hope. "Please. Just call the fight off" I pleaded.

Before I could say anything else, strong arms were wrapped round my waist from behind and I was whisked off my feet. Harry's heavy breath fanned out over my neck as he carried me back down the corridor, it was only when we were well away from the opposition changing room when I was put back down on my feet.

"Are you fucking crazy!?" He fumed, running his fingers frantically through his messy hair. "That guy is more dangerous than Adam and you know that!" I held Harry's angry gaze, my expression was blank, lips in a hard straight line. When I made no attempt to reply, he roughly grabbed my wrist, practically dragging back to our changing room behind him.

I was sat down on the cold, hard bench again "Stay here" he commanded, before turning away. I was about to move deliberately, just trying to piss him off when he gave Nathan an order. "Watch her for five minutes, make sure she doesn't run off again".

What am I? Five. I didn't need a babysitter, I'm eighteen in six days for Christ sake. Harry's possessiveness was almost suffocating, he made me want to rip my hair out at times.

"He's going to be alright, Natalie" Nathan occupied the empty space beside me. I shook my head in disagreement "He's going to get hurt". Nathan patted me lightly on the knee in an attempt to reassure me. "He'll fight better if you give him your support, all he wants to do is protect you". I already knew this, but Harry didn't know when to stop protecting me, he didn't need to fight tonight to protect me, but he is. Because his stupid egos to big.

Nathan left me alone once Harry appeared in the room again. He headed straight over to me, sitting himself down closely beside me. "Natalie" he tried to touch my cheek, but I shuffled away, evading his touch. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I continued trying to escape him, but he wouldn't give in.

"Are you going to ignore me for the rest rid the night?" His voice held a tinge of hurt. When I didn't make even the slightest motion in reply to him he took my silence as a yes. "Okay then" he released a deep sigh, slouching down beside me.

"Harry, you have twenty minutes" someone yelled from somewhere in the changing room. My heart literally stopped in my chest, how had time gone by so quickly, he couldn't only have twenty minutes left, could he?

My fingers desperately searched for his hand, trying to link our fingers together "H-Harry" I sobbed, tears brimming in my eyes. Everything felt so surreal, I couldn't quite get my head around the fact that in a few short minutes Harry would be in the boxing ring. "It's okay, baby. I'll be okay" he whispered, giving my hand a small squeeze. I desperately wanted to believe him, I wanted to believe it would all be okay, but it wasn't. Harry couldn't guarantee he would come out of the boxing ring uninjured. Hell! He couldn't guarantee he'd come out alive. I flung my arms around his neck, clinging to his body as I cried "Please don't do this". Salty tears trickled down my cheeks, wetting the front of his T-shirt.

He heavily sighed as he wrapped his strong arms around my body, pulling me onto his lap. I could feel his heart beating away in his chest against my own slightly more rapid one. I held him more tightly, every passing moment grew nearer to the moment I would have to let him go, I didn't want to let go though, I just wanted to hold on and let him hold me.

"Natalie, you need to go with Max now" Harry softly whispered in my ear. I turned my head slightly to see the men in the changing room earlier had all left, only Max was left, quietly waiting by the door. "N-no" I sobbed, clutching onto the material of his shirt even more tightly, If they wanted to get rid of me, they'd have to pry me from him, because I wasn't releasing him anytime soon. "Give us a couple more minutes" Harry spoke to Max who nodded his head before quietly exiting the room.

My body was lifted into the air as Harry stood to his full height. I whimpered, afraid he was going to hand me over to Max, simply taking me away. "I'm not going anywhere, I just need to get changed" he assured, putting me back down on the bench beside his lone bag in the empty room.

Harry's green eyes locked with mine as he swiftly pulled his tear stained T-shirt over his head. I watched emotionlessly as he tugged down his jeans, replacing them with a pair of blue shorts seconds later.

He turned to me once he was dressed, his emerald eyes gleamed as he lowered himself down to the floor. I allowed him to part my knees with his large hands, before shuffling comfortably between my thighs. Large hands were wrapped round my lower back, bringing me forward slightly. He tenderly pressed his lips to the skin behind my left ear, delicately kissing several times. "I promise you, I'll come out alive" he chuckled lightly, speaking half-jokingly. I was in no mood for his jokes though, I stared at him hard and coldly, showing him in no way whatsoever did I find that the littlest bit funny. He frowned, creases appearing between his eyebrows, I had to resist the urge to kiss them away, to make him smile. "I just want to keep you safe" he whispered "If that means having to fight Adam's brother to prevent him or Adam ever touching you again, then I will". I hung my head, letting the tears drip down my face, onto my jean clad legs. I didn't want him to fight to protect me.

When I didn't reply, he leant in to my lips, but for the second time I rejected him and they connected with my cheek. His green eyes blinked at me, hurt again by my second refusal to accept his affection. "Don't I get a kiss" he asked wearily, I could tell he was on the verge of giving up. I squeezed my eyes shut, the hurt that was laced in his voice was almost unbearable. "For good luck".

My silence caused Harry to drop his head in defeat. "Okay" he spoke almost silently as he stood up. He stooped down again to press a kiss to my forehead before turning his back to me and beginning to collect his gear together from in his bag. His warm, caring touch was gone and I was left cold and alone. I watched as he picked up his boxing gloves, it was barely noticeable, but his hands were trembling slightly. His head was hung low as he slowly made his way towards the exit.

I couldn't just let him leave, not like this. All he was going to think about in the boxing ring was me and my reluctance towards him. If he was going to win and make it out in one piece he needed to have a clear head and his mind focused on boxing. My heart beat wildly in my chest as I stood up. "Harry" I cried out. He turned around, concern in his eyes as I flew across the room, hooking my arm around his neck, before he even had the chance to open the door. My lips were pressed forcefully to his as I grasped his curls, tugging them lightly. The boxing gloves held in his hands fell to the floor due to his surprise by my sudden actions. Strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly to his body, our mouthes savouring the taste of each other’s.

When we finally drew back, we were both breathing heavily, hot air puffed from our proximate mouths, mingling together. "I'm sorry" I whispered as a small tear rolled down my cheek. One of Harry's hands rose up from behind my back to my cheek. His thumb softly caressed my skin, brushing away every stray tear that fell from my eye. "I have to go now" he whispered quietly.

"No." I still wasn't prepared to let him go. Harry's gaze locked on to my own as his hand gently caught one of mine wrapped tightly around his neck. For a second I thought he was going to push me away, but then he pressed my hand against his chest. Beneath the smooth tanned skin, the steady thudding of Harry's heart could be felt beneath my fingertips. "You have my heart" he softly whispered "Keep it safe".

He was only making me care for him so much more, making me want to hold onto him tighter keeping him safe. More tears formed in my eyes as he tilted my chin upwards, sweetly pecking my lips. "I'll see you soon, okay" he reassured, trying to get me to release him from my tight grip. I shook my head stubbornly, acting the way a child does to their mother on their first day of school. "Baby, don't make this difficult" he pleaded as he gradually took steps towards the door. "D-don't fight" I cried into his neck, feeling the door press into my back, Harry used my body to push the door open. "Max, I need you to take her" Harry called out to the blonde haired guy standing a few metres away. "No!" I cried as Max wrapped his arms round my waist, attempting to detach me from Harry. "Harry! Don't leave me!" I cried over and over as the two guys worked together to swap me between them. My fingers slid down Harry's chest, the last contact made with him before we were torn apart. Harry gave me a small smile as I thrashed around in Max's arms, he seemed to be struggling slightly with me, I wanted desperately to escape and my trashing was rather violent. "I'll see you soon" Harry spoke, before he returned to the changing rooms to collect his disregarded gloves.

I was carried down the corridor, further and further away from Harry. I had given up on struggling against Max, he was too strong for me and I was only wasting energy. "Calm down" Max spoke quietly to me. I gave a light nod of my head, brushing my tangled hair from out of my face. My eyes fluttered close as I concentrated on slowing my rapid breathing down. Harry will be fine.

Max kept a firm grip on me until he was sure I was calm and wasn't going to take off running after my curly haired boyfriend who was probably halfway out to the boxing ring by now. "I'm okay, I'm okay, Max" I patted him lightly on the shoulder, giving him the signal I could be released completely. "We're gonna stay here a couple more minutes" he announced "We'll go out just before the fight begins, I don't want to have to pry you from Harry again". Max's suggestion was understandable, If I were him, I wouldn't want to do that either.


Max smiled kindly at me, leaning his back up against the wall. "Woah, you seem to be very attached to Harry" He laughed teasingly, his statement quite literal. I lightly hit him on the arm "Shut up, I just don't want him to get hurt". Max looked at me through his eyelashes, parting his lips to ask me a question that took me a little by surprise.

"Do you love him?"

Did I love Harry? I don't know what love even feels like, I've never experienced it before with a male other than brotherly, or fatherly love. I certainly cared a hell of a lot for him, I mean I practically had a breakdown back there. But was it love?

"I don't know" I shrugged my shoulders.

Max chuckled "He really likes you and that little stunt back there proves that you really like him as well". I blushed, slightly embarrassed by my earlier scene. Max just laughed at me, finding my reaction quite entertaining.

"Come on, let’s go watch Harry kick Luke's arse" he grinned, grabbing me by the wrist and tugging me through the corridors, back the way we had come.

We stepped back out into the crowded main area, word must have spread about the pending fight, it didn't surprise me much though, due to the number of club owners he knew, I figured he must be quite popular. My eyes scanned over the room, it was dirty, cold and large, judging by the high ceiling and the boxing ring centred in the middle of the vast expanse of the room I figured this must be an old rundown gym, now only used for illegal fights and what not.

Max nudged me through the crowd, up towards the front, where I spotted two familiar faces. "Hey Natalie" Ben greeted me with a friendly nod. I gave him a weak smile, not able to muster much more than that. "You alright, Nat?" Tori asked, grasping my trembling hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. She could detect that in no way had I agreed to Harry fighting and she sympathised that. "I tried to stop him too, he's so stubborn" she shook her head, words becoming lost in the sudden uproar of the crowd.

Everyone's attention was on the boxing ring where Harry had just stepped into, he caught my gaze, holding it for a moment before turning his back and facing into the corner where Nathan stood, giving him a last minute pep talk. My gaze fell to the other corner, my breath hitched in my throat when I saw Adam. He and Luke were conversing about something or other. They must have noticed me looking, because as if on cue, both of them sent me a disgusting smirk. I quickly looked away, stumbling slightly into Tori. "Sorry" I apologised, steadying myself, I needed to stay calm if I was going to make it through this match.

Tori squeezed my hand again "Don't look at them, they're just trying to frighten you and provoke Harry". I nodded my head, trying to relax, Max and Ben wouldn't let Adam near me. I already knew Harry had told them to watch out for me.

My vision averted back to Harry, he looked absolutely breath-taking standing in the ring. His emerald eyes locked on mine, it amazed me how easily he could pick me out amongst the crowd. I had never seen Harry like this before, he looked so intense, powerful, strong. I felt almost ghostlike as he stared at me, it was almost as though he was looking right through me.

His attention was soon averted though, when Nathan pushed a black mouthguard into his mouth. A few words of encouragement were given before Nathan gave him a pat on the back. Harry turned to face Luke, who was already in the centre of the ring, waiting for his opponent to join him.

I watched as Harry shook his head, clearing his mind of anything other than boxing. He jumped up and down on the balls of his bare feet a couple of times, before advancing into the centre where he and Luke courteously knocked gloved fists, showing they were both ready.

Harry was quick to make the first move, almost as soon as the bell signalling the match had begun rang, he threw a punch square at Luke's face.

I knew Harry was good at what he did, but I didn't know how much skill he actually possessed and I was surprised by how well he could faire up against a larger opponent. Harry was quicker and more agile than the larger male, it was easier for him to dodge punches and move around than it was for Luke. I found myself staring at Harry's muscular biceps in awe, there was just so much power behind every hit, I could tell a lot of it was driven by anger, not directly at Luke, but at Adam, his brother. Luke hadn't done anything to me apart from give me a few disgusting smirks and spook me a little, he was yet to touch me in anyway though.

Numerous punches were continued to be thrown by both men, my heart was hammering violently against my chest in fear for Harry, even though he did seem to be excelling. It was quite horrible to watch, every blow Harry took made me wince, bruises already had begun to show up on his beautifully tanned skin. My grip tightened around Tori's hand as I witnessed Harry receive a rather nasty punch to the face. "Harry" I screamed in horror, seeing a crimson liquid dribble down his chin from his lower lip. "No, Natalie" Ben clamped his hand over my mouth, which confused me. Harry's head snapped in my direction, he worriedly looked at me, checking I was alright.

Harry's moment of distraction gave Luke the opportune moment to pound his fist into Harry's gut. I gasped into Ben's hand, watching as Harry stumbled back against the ropes. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, trying to block out the obvious pain he was experiencing and concentrate on the fight. Luke didn't seem to be making any attempt to attack Harry in his slightly weakened state. Instead he seemed to be speaking to him, too quietly for anyone else to hear. I could tell by the smirk written on Luke's face though that it was something that angered Harry, his muscles contorted in anger.

"Fuck, he knows Harry's weakness now" Ben swore as Harry managed to push himself up from the ropes, throwing a punch sent towards Luke's head. Luke laughed as he blocked Harry's punch. "Come on lover boy" Luke goaded. His comment only enraged Harry further, this was what Luke wanted though, he feed of Harry's anger, finding it amusing.

Harry's eyebrows creased and his eyes darkened as more words were mumbled from Luke's lips, undetectable to us, but clear to Harry. I gasped as his head snapped to me again, suddenly realising what Luke was using to provoke this flare of darkness out of Harry.


Suddenly I was finding it hard to breath, the crowd around me becoming intoxicating. Everything was blur to me, everything but Harry. He was enraged. I’d seen him angry before, but never like this. Luke had triggered something deep inside of Harry and he knew it.

Fear coursed through my body as Luke turned his head towards me, dropping me a wink in which I was disgusted by. He turned back just in time to see Harry aggressively advancing towards him, enflamed by Luke's most recent action.

It was all becoming too much, I couldn't breathe, I felt like the high ceiling was weighing down on my shoulders. I had to get out. Tori looked at me with concern as I released her hand "I-I need some air" I spoke in barely above a whisper. She nodded her head, allowing me to go.

I forced my way through the almost suffocating crowd. My chest felt like it was about to explode, the churning in my stomach wasn't helping the situation either. Frantically I looked around for an exit, spotting a green sign slightly to the left of me. Clutching my stomach, I pushed myself out of the stuffy room into the cool night air. I could feel the bile rising up in my throat, quickly I ran down a few stairs, throwing myself down onto the ground in front of a drain pipe, just before the contents of my stomach decided to come up and say hello.

My chest was heaving up and down as I remained on my hands and knees crouching over the drain. I had never been one to have a weak stomach, but, since I've met Harry, I seem to have developed one.

Once my breathing had evened out a little and I was sure what was left in my stomach was going to stay there, I pushed myself up to my feet, not feeling entirely safe sitting on the gutter during the night in a dodgy looking neighbourhood. I used the sleeve of my sweatshirt to wipe my mouth as I walked up the couple of stairs back to the door I had earlier exited from.


Thirty minutes had passed since I'd sat down on the top step, hugging my knees to my chest. It was a nice night, the stars shone brightly in the dark, cloudless sky. A slight breeze flowed through my hair and tickled at any of my exposed skin. I just wish I could enjoy it instead of sitting her in fear.

I was startled by the sound of a car door slamming, followed by a cacophony of several more. The fight must be over. My face drained, fear of what the results would be burnt through my entirety. I shuddered at the mental image I repetitively imagined of Harry lying bloodied and unconscious on the ring floor cropped up in my mind again. Tears welled up in my eyes, what if he was there right now, dying. I quickly wiped them away, surprised I had any left, I don't think I've ever cried so much in my life. The ache in my heart frightened me, the feelings I have for Harry had escalated to new heights. The way I felt about him scared me.

"Natalie" I jumped at the sound of someone speaking my name. An image of Adam flashed in my mind; I was almost too scared to turn around. I was relieved to see it was only Max, hurriedly I wiped a few remaining tears from my cheeks, trying to hide the fact I'd been crying.

"Harry told me to come get you" he spoke, coming a couple of steps closer and offering me his hand to help me get up. I took it gratefully, letting him pull me easily up to my feet.

"He wants to see you".


Hey guys,

How are you all, sorry about my lack in updates recently, I've been busy, so I updated twice for you all as an apology. Please forgive me

Soooo...Who thinks Harry won?

What do you thinks going to happen next?

Are Adam and Luke going to stir up more trouble?

Does Natalie Love Harry?

I guess you'll find out soon.

In the meantime...
















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