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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41. Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter 39

We'd both said it. Both expelled those three little words. 'I love you' was a commonly used commercialised phrase that held little or no meaning these days. But coming from Harry it gained a whole new meaning. I doubt Harry has even uttered those words to an individual. Love was something Harry shut himself off from, he only felt hate and anger towards others until I given him something he never knew he'd desired his whole life. 

Harry's body cloaked my smaller one, holding me protectively in his arms as the hot water fell around us. His lips caressed my neck as he whispered sweet things that made my heart flutter. He had no idea the way he made me feel.

Eventually our intimate shower came to an end as the hot water ran out out cold water began to soak us. Harry switched the water off, laughing as I practically leapt out of the shower at the first touch of cold. I nearly tripped over the side of the bathtub as I leapt out, managing to grab the shower curtain to stop myself from face planting which I'm sure would amuse Harry further. 

"What am I going to do with you." He asked rhetorically, following me out of the shower, but with much more grace. 

It was hard not to stare at his beautifully sculpted naked body. He had to be an angel, no one could look so perfect and not be an angel. My cheeks blushed and I tore my gaze away as Harry sent me a wink. 

I watched as Harry wrapped a towel round his waist before taking a second one. He unfolded it holding it open for me to step into. I obliged, letting him wrap the warm fluffy towel around my body. His large hands rubbed my shoulders gently, drying me off.

"Come on." He pushed me forward a little bit, guiding me out of the bathroom. He moved over to his draws, rummaging around inside them for some clothes. 

"Where are you going." He questioned, seeing me move towards the bedroom door in only a towel. "I'm going to get my bag." I replied. He nodded his head in approval and I hurried off to get it. 

It lay where I had left it on the hall floor and quickly I scooped it up and stumbled clumsily up the stairs in only a towel.

When I got back Harry was wearing a clean pair of boxers, now using the towel to ruffle his curls dry. I set my bag down on the bed, pulling out clean underwear. I was well aware of the lustful gaze Harry was giving me as I tried to put my underwear on without showing to much. 

"Stop looking at me. You make me feel uncomfortable." I whined. He smirked, continuing to stare. I moved quickly to his draws, borrowing a pair of sweats and a shirts. When I turned to face Harry again he was frowning at me in disappointment.

"You wear too many clothes." He complained. 

I rolled my eyes at his perversion before replying wittily "And you don't wear enough."

He laughed, slipping his hand into mine before leading me out of the room. We descended the stairs, to the kitchen, glass was scattered over the floor, flecks of red covering some of them.

"Is your hand okay?" I asked, remembering the horrible moment he pressed his palm down on the sharp shards. I rose his hand up to my face to inspect the damage. 

"I'll live." He muttered but allowed me to examine the slits on his palm and fingers. They weren't to bad, but they still looked painful, red and angry like the marks on my arm. I gave each of his fingers a little kiss before releasing his hand. 

Harry refused to let me help clean the mess he had created up, he sat me down on the counter instead. I swung my legs back and forth in an attempt to entertain myself as he cleared the bloodied shards of glass from the floor.

When he was done, he pushed my knees apart, coming to stand in between them. His hands rested on my waist as he looked me in the eye with a seriousness that frightened me. "When I smashed the glass did you think I was going to hurt you?" He asked worriedly. 

"No." I shook my head honestly. I knew Harry would never hurt me, that was the last thing I would expect him to ever do. The countless number of times he told me he'd protect me and keep me safe pushed that fear out the window. I had no worry about him ever abusing me. The way he had gotten so angry frightened me though, I didn't like seeing him so mad. The way his eyes had turned black and the fiery anger raged in them made him look demonic rather than angelic like he usually did.

"You ran from me though." He argued, hanging his head like he was disappointed in himself.

Gently I cupped Harrys cheek, brushing my thumb in soothing circles over his skin. "Why would I be scared you'd hurt me when you tell me you over and over you want to protect me." I ask, tilting his chin up so his green eyes met mine.The way he had deliberately caused himself pain when he smashed the glass down letting his hand press into the broken shards had terrified me. His face was impassive as if he didn't even feel the pain was what frightened me. The fear that he had been swallowed up by the ominous darkness he held within him had made me run. I thought I had lost the Harry that had slowly been opening up to me.

"Your eyes went black, I was scared I'd lost you" I whispered in all honesty. "You were so angry"

"You'll never lose me." He whispered softly. "I'll always be here to protect you."

My heart fluttered hearing the sweet words fall from Harry's lips. No one had ever or could ever make me feel the way Harry did. No one had ever looked at me, spoke to me or touched me the way he did ever before. He made me feel beautiful an as though we were the only to people on Earth. His constant desire to protect me squeezed at my heart more than it did annoy me, knowing someone wanted to do that for me warmed my heart.

"I'll always come back to you."

In that instant I knew it was Harry. I wanted to give myself to him. He could have me, all of me. And I desperately wanted him.

He smiled, dipping his head to kiss my neck. My fingertips lightly dug into his nape as I built up the courage. 

"Make love to me." I barely whispered.

I knew he heard. His lips becoming unmoving against my skin, his body seemingly tensed as he tried to process my request. I gently grasped a fistful of his damp curls, drawing his heady away from my crook so we were eye to eye. Both our breathing was heavy as his forehead rested against mine, piercing green eyes intently staring into mine.

"Harry?"

I was not oblivious to the fact that Harry had had sex before, that information was rather obvious. His knowledge and experience in anything that came under the sex title made that evident. But making love. I doubted he had done anything remotely so profound. His almost stiffened posture confirmed my doubts. This would be the first time it had meant something to him. I wanted him to make love to me, I wanted to have that sort of intimate connection with Harry. The connection only lovers had; to put my trust in him and his in me.

I almost swore I saw fear flash in his ever changing blazing eyes. I watched as he gulped down the lump in his throat before speaking.

"Are you sure?" His voice hoarse as he gazed desperately at me.

I didn't trust my voice to speak, nerves twisting in my stomach as I gave him a small nod of reassurance.

Harry took a small step back so there was just enough room for him to lift me off the counter so I was standing before him. Harry held out his hand and I didn't hesitate in slipping my fingers between his, intwining them together. His touch so warm as we walked out of the kitchen, towards the stairs. But he stopped me before I reached the first step. My eyes fluttered closed as he leant down, our lips connections in an innocent kiss, his nose sweetly rubbing against mine. I shyly smiled at his sweet gesture as we pulled apart a smile in which was returned before he lead me up into his room closing the door behind us.

Harry's warm touch evaded me for a moment as he went to flick the lamp to on where it stood on his bedside table. A soft glow spread throughout the room as the lamp was set to the dimmest setting. 

I stood by the door, fiddling with my fingers as I bounced back and forth from one foot to the other. I knew my nervousness was clear, receiving a small smile from Harry. 

"Come here."

His long fingers extended to me, my feet moving towards him, accepting his gesture. Swallowing down my nerves, I nibbled on my lower lip. Harry's arm slid round my back enticing me closer.

"You're safe. I'll keep you safe." He whispered.

And I believed him. I knew Harry would stop at nothing to protect me. The earlier events of today had been an extreme reminder. Our relationship was tricky to explain to anyone, even more so how it progressed. I'm not even sure if I know how we ended up here myself. Was this what it felt like to be in love? To become so engulfed in someone you want to give them everything.

Harry had given me his heart.

Another innocent kiss was exchanged between us. Pulling apart, but our lips continued brushing as I felt down Harry's already bare stomach. Faint bruising still tainted his beautiful stomach, but now I was the more bruised and battered of the two of us. 

He was breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking. I couldn't understand how someone could be so beautiful, yet still be human. His stunning features were illuminated by the dim glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. Dark curls, dimples, beautiful smile, astonishing eyes and full, pouted lips. He was like no other guy I had seen before, looking at him made me feel like I was stealing a glimpse of Heaven.

"You must be an angel." I whispered, tracing my fingers over the defined lines on his stomach.

"I'm no angel, baby." His words held a hint of hurt, his gaze falling to the floor.

I knew harry had taken part in
some questionable activities. I doubted he would ever be free of the darkness that possessed him. But I didn't want him to change for me.

"Well, I think you are." 

I rose Harry's hand to my mouth, leaving delicate kisses over his knuckles as I silently peered up at him.

"Why?" He questioned, confused.

"You're too beautiful to be human, I can't think of something to describe you as anything other than an angel." I replied.

Harry quietly laughed off my compliment, drawing me in closer to his toned chest, holding me securely in his muscular arms. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, kissing my earlobe. "Now, let me make love to you."

He took a step back allowing a small amount of distance between us. Finding some hidden confidence within myself, I took ahold of the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing. Taking my lower lip between my teeth, I pulled the baggy fabric up over my head smoothly. Once removed it fell from my fingers fluttering to the floor. 

My gaze rose to shyly meet Harry's as I stood before him cheeks blushing in only my bra and his sweats. Harry spared no time in closing the gap between us again. Soft full lips were instantly in mine, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I didn't resist, surrendering my body to him. Harry could have everything I had to give him and more. I was his.

My hands gripped nape of his neck. Heart thumping wildly against my chest as I felt his fingers fumble with the drawstring on his borrowed sweats, untying the carefully tied bow. I gasped into his mouth as they became slack around my waist.

"Shh." Harry quietly comforted. "It's alright baby."

My breathing was still heavy, but his whispered words of comfort did hold some calming effect on me as his fingers slipped into the waist, loosening the sweats further. Harry quietly hushed whilst whimpers trembled from my lips as he pulled the sweats down over the curve of my backside. He crouched down, gently lowering the pant down round my ankles before he stood again, taking my hands as he helped me step out if the material. I stumbled into him, but his grip released, leaving me standing alone. The length of my hair cascaded over my shoulders, concealing my black bra.

"Holy shit." Harry swore. His lustful eyes travelling from my head to toe. He took his time absorbing my body, his loving gaze taking in every curve and dent. I was grateful for the dimly lit room, my scrapes and bruises were barely visible, Harry didn't seem to notice them too much. Harry made me feel beautiful even though I was bruised and battered.

I yearned to feel his warmth. I couldn't wait any longer, I initiated the contact. The large span of Harry's hands all over my body as he gently caressed the soft skin. He smiled into the kiss as my fingers trailed up his back to the place where he loved to me touched. My fingers wound into the soft fingers adorning his head, gently tugging at them in a way that I knew pleasured him.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbled.

I gasped, one hand still tangled in his curls the other desperately griping the back of his neck for dear life as he walked me backwards towards the bed. Our bare feet touching as he stopped us at the end of his bed. The heated kiss was broken as he swept me off my feet for another countless time.

My hair fanned out around me as Harry laid me back on the dark duvet. His gaze was almost in awe. Eyes never leaving my body.

"Harry." I breathily whispered, extending my hand, reaching for him, willing him to move closer. Complying he crawled onto the end of the bed, kneeling between my bent legs as he brought my hand to his mouth. Pink lips left soft kisses on the back of my hand before flipping it over and continuing his gestures to the pale underside of my wrist. They continued up my arm until he reached my wounded bicep. 

I deliberately pressed my arm to my side, trying to hide the horrid marks on my flesh. Harry turned my arm with ease, pressing delicate kisses over the flesh wounds.

"I will never let him touch you again." He promised, before moving on from my wounds seeing I didn't want to be reminded of the pain Luke had caused.

His hands slid down my chest, cupping my breast in either hand, gently squeezing them. Tingles of pleasure burst across my skin in tiny goosebumps. He knew exactly what effect he had on me and he was taking full advantage. My head fell to the side, chest rapidly heaving under Harry's intimate touch.

"No. No, Look at me." He instructed.

I turned my head again, meeting his intense gaze, fingers trailing over my exposed stomach. Every tiny touch seemed to be magnified. Harry's presence all encompassing, overwhelming me. He was intoxicating.

Harry had moved further down the bed, kissing at my sensitive skin as he went. His movements were so hot, so seductive that it was highly likely I would have collapsed to the floor by now if I was standing up. I let out a surprise gasp as his touch was felt on my underwear.

"You know I love these." He fiddled with the lace. "I really want to take them off...but not yet" he added with a wicked grin and a wink.

Before I had a chance to regain my breath, he dipped his head. Hands trapping my ankles, pinning my feet to the bed, knees bent. His open mouth placed over the front of my panties. Hot breath was puffed deliberately out of his mouth, seeping through the thin material.

"Fuck." I swore.

My trembling body brought a satisfied smile to Harrys face as he took pleasure in watching me writhe in his grip, unable to move my legs, at his mercy. His laugh vibrated through my body as he nipped at the skin on the inside if my bare thighs. I gasped loudly as one of my ankles were released, his index finger hooking my panties to the side. My hips shifted as his tongue delved into me. In no way was I prepared for his actions, 

Lips and tongue worked together to have me whimpering his name between struggled gasps. My hips lifted up off the mattress, desperate for more contact. His rumbling laugh vibrated against me, tongue zigzagging down the length of my aching core. My hands desperately fisted the dark duvet around me, clinging to anything I could as Harry continued his heated torture. My chest constricted, breath hitching in the back of my throat as his mouth closed down around my clit, sucking on the small nub.

"Does that feel good?"

I nodded my head, incapable of speaking. My eyes fluttered closed as I reached my fingers down, tangling them in Harry's dark curls. My hips bucked as his nose brushed my clit.

"You have no idea how amazing you taste." He mumbled against me.

His bold words stimulated me further, intensifying my already heightened arousal. I knew I wouldn't be able to delay my release much longer, the heat spreading in my lower stomach signifying the imminent onset. It was becoming apparent to Harry as I attempted to clamp my thighs around his head. His hot tongue flicked the sensitive nerve ending once more before parting my legs and pulling away.

"Not yet, baby." His tone seductively alluring.

Harry gave me only a moment to catch my breath. I felt like I couldn't move, my limbs limp as Harry shifted. I lolled my head to the side, watching as he laid back on the pillows. His hands caught hold of my hips, easily taking me with him. My back pressed against his bare chest as he bent his knees, my body sprawled on top of Harry's. My breasts were gently palmed through my bra before one of his large hands were brought up.

"Suck." Harry's raspy voice ordered.

I took the extended finger into the warmth of my mouth. Moans could be heard as I swirled my tongue around, lubricating the length. My lips pursed as Harry drew it out.

"Good girl."

Harry wasted no time in slipping his finger into the front. I cried out as his index finger pushed into me, my heels pressing into Harry's thighs. A strong arm held me in place as I squirmed with his relentless actions. My hand tightly gripped his straining bicep as he continued to pump a finger into me. His chest vibrated in a moan beneath me as I ground my backside into his crotch.

"H-Harry, please."

I attempted to roll off him, but he wouldn't let me, his arm tightening to hold me securely to his body.

"No, stay with me, baby." He breathily told me.

My head fell back on his shoulder in defeat, my body still writhing as his touch remained. Harry groaned at the friction I was creating against his crotch. An increasingly prominent bulge pressing into me. I could feel the heavy thumps of his heart against my back. I had never experienced something like this before.

"I'm gunna try two." He quietly informed.

I didn't reply, unable to speak. My muscles clenched as he attempted to enter me with two. 

"You need to relax, okay baby."

My eyes squeezed closed as a second finger entered me. I tried to keep my muscles loose as he tried to move within my tight warmth, my excitement aiding him in being able to move a little easier. The new sensation was uncomfortable, stretching as Harry deepened the pumping action, he was gentle though, not wanting to force it. I couldn't control the whimpers escaping my lips, my heels pressing harder against his thighs as he gradually increased the pace.

"You're so tight." He strained.

Harry's free hand caught hold of mine. Gratefully I accepted the comforting gesture. My mouth fell agape as he kept his fingers stationary inside me, ceasing to pump them. Instead he struggled to swirl his two fingers round. I heard him swear beneath me as my walls involuntarily clenched round his intrusion. Harry's gentle strokes turned my brain to mush, long fingers caressing me from the inside.I cried out when he curled round, his fingertips meeting a point I never knew existed. The pleasure I felt was far beyond anything I could imagine.

"H-harry, I want to kiss you."

I hated not being able to see his face. I wanted to observe him, take in every detail. A sharp intake of air was sucked in as Harry drew his fingers out. His arm retracted from around my waist allowing me to roll of him, to the side. Exhausted, I lay panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to regain my breath. I lazily rolled my head to the side, peering up at the stunning guy that had brought me close to orgasm twice in an incredibly short period of time.

My eyes widened as I witnessed Harry raise his fingers to his mouth, eyes closing as he took them past his pink lips. Long eyelashes fluttered before his head turned to face me, desperately sucking. Harry hummed in appreciation as he reluctantly pulled them from his mouth. Harry's green eyed gaze remained on my face as his tongue slipped out licking round his swollen lips. Dimples popped in either side of his smiles as I gazed back at him. The beautiful guy laid out beside me. He was mine. My angelic protector.

"I'm getting lonely over here." Harry playfully pouted. "Are you going to come join me?" His eyes glittered with amusement.

A deep raspy laugh filled the room as an uncontrollable smile spread across my face. My body was quickly on top of Harry's. Our lips met in a teasing kiss, my teeth lightly tugging at his lower lip. My touch was all over him, fingers gliding over his strong chest which rose and fell at an increasingly fast rate. I barely felt Harry's fingers trail up my back, my posture stiffening as the bra clasp was fumbled open. My hands remained on his chest, but the rest of my body moved back slightly as he smoothly slid the straps down my shoulders. I still straddled his lap as Harry shifted to sit up. The pretty black lace fell away for my trembling form.

Our green eyes met as large hands were placed round my back, encouraging me closer. My eyelashes fluttered closed as our bare chest came into contact. Breasts firmly pressed to the hardness of Harry's chest. His head rolled back and a satisfied sigh was puffed out from his mouth. The cool silver of the chain that remained hung round my trapped between our now clammy bodies.

His skin was so warm, I loved being wrapped in his strong arms. Taking full advantage of his weakened state, I pressed my lips against his exposed neck.Harry's alluring scent filled my senses, nuzzling my face into his crook. I never wanted him to let me go.

My lips trailed his defined jaw, leaving wet kisses as I gently pushed at his shoulders, encouraging him to lie back down. Harry obliged, holding me tightly. A smile broke across my lips as he sweetly rubbed our noses together before pecking me on the mouth. My fingers gently brushed back a few curls from his fire head. 

"I'm yours." I barely whispered.

Harry's lips parted, eyes falling closed as he absorbed the depth.

"I'm going to show you how much I care for you..." He spoke "Love you."

My heart fluttered as I was rolled over, my entirety surrendered to the beautiful guy above me. I inhaled sharply a his head dipped down, ringlets tickling at my skin as warn lips pressed delicate kisses to the scar on my breast. He knew I still wasn't comfortable with any kind of contact with the hideous reminder. But Harry was also aware he was the only one who had ever touched me. I trusted him with all my heart.

My panties were gently tugged down my legs all while Harry left no part of my skin untouched, showering my body in intimate affection. I was completely bare. The reality if the situation only just sinking in. The beautiful boy I had feared not to long ago slowly making his way up my naked body. One of his thighs rested between mine, his prominent bulge becoming increasingly apparent as he ground his hips gently.

My hands were enveloped in his larger one, guiding them to the band of his boxers. I knew what he wanted me to do. My hands trembled as I struggled to remove the final piece of clothing between us. The tight black fabric was soft against my fingertips. Harry's erection desperately straining against the limiting confines of his boxers. As I peeled back the material I couldn't help but remember the way he tasted, the length thick and heavy as Harry aided in the removal of his underwear.

My hand grasped him gently, Harry leant over to the bedside table where he pulled the draw open. I began to pump as he retrieved a silver square packet from the depths. My cheeks blushed as I noticed the head of his heavy length was almost the same colour as his lips. He grinned, a heavy kiss pressed to my mouth before abruptly rolling off me. I watched as his teeth ripped the silver packet open, Harry's fingers routinely carried out the actions. Rolling the condom down his stiff shaft discarding the foil to the side.

He was soon on top of me again. Palms spread either side of my head before he lowered down. My heart beat wildly as we inhaled each others breath. 

"You ready?" He asked, green eyes searching mine for any form of doubt. But he found none.

I nodded my head. My focus was fixed on Harry's face as his hand travelled down between us. His eyes were hooded, dark ringlets falling in his face as he brushed his tip over me a couple of times. My muscles tensed as I felt Harry cautiously push into me. Our fingers quickly became entwined at the side of my head. Whimpers fell from my parted lips as Harry pushed in a little further, causing me to wince. The sensation was something I had never felt before, unpleasant in a strange way. As Harry pushed in further still, I gasped in pain as my walls were forced to stretched around him.

"If I could feel it for you I would." Harry's voice strained.

I squeezed his hand in reassurance, trying to mask the displeasure.

"I'd take the pain away for you, baby."

There was no doubt in my mind that if it were possible, he would. He had proven time and time again of the lengths he would go to protect me. I had to force the thought of Harry going after Luke to the back of my mind.

A cry of pain left my lips as Harry rolled his hips forward, pressing all the way in. He held the position as I whimpered beneath him. His green eyes were full of guilt as I looked up at him, he hated the thought of hurting me. Small tears brimmed over my eyes, rolling down my cheeks caused by the intense pain.

"Don't cry beautiful."

Harry's lips kissed away the salty droplets. I had never desired to be as close to someone as I did Harry. My arms clung to him tightly as he adjusted slightly, the uncomfortable feeling intensifying as I quietly sobbed.

"I know, I know baby." He desperately spoke, leaving kissed to my cheeks in hopes to distract me.

Harry's naked body seemed to engulf me, protectively shielding me. His larger frame blocking out the world surrounding us as he inclosed me. I swallowed hard, trying to channel the pain as Harry softly hushed me.

"Do it again." I whispered, wanting to feel him.

"No." His raspy voice strained in protest, knowing if he did he would cause more pain, but I would suffer it, for him.

His mouth fell open as he stared down at me. Our breathing heavy, bare chests rising up and down rapidly. His face nudge into the crook of my neck, plump, warm lips leaving kisses to my skin. His hips unmoving as he remained buried within me.

"Please." I quietly begged. 

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