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.


36. Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter 36

I was almost asleep when I felt the pair of large hands pressed into the small of my back drop a little too low for my liking. "Get you're hands off my arse, Styles" I grasped one of his wrists, yanking it away from my bum. Harry let out an amused chuckle as he lightly squeezed my arse using his remaining hand before moving it. "Maybe it's your arse that's on my hands" Harry spoke playfully. His mood now completely contrasted his mood before the fight. He was all happy and cheeky now that he had won and that the two of us had made up. 

"Nope, I'm pretty sure your hands were on my arse not the other way around" I disagreed as I rolled away from Harry to the other side of the bed, turning my back to him. "Stay on your side of the bed" I tried to say It as though I was angry with him, just for a bit of fun.

"Technically the whole bed is mine, so I can lie wherever I want" Harry laughed. I could feel the bed shake as he moved his body so he lay behind me with his chest pressed to my back. Hot puffs of breath fanned out over my ear as he lowered his head until his lips lightly brushed my lobe. "Which happens to be right here" he spoke lowly as he draped an arm over my side. A kiss was placed to my cheek before he settled down behind me.

I couldn't help but laugh at how cutely annoying he could be, it was sort of weird that someone with so much darkness inside him could act in such a way. My fingers searched the bed until I found the warmth of his hand, slipping my fingers over his knuckles and between his own fingers I joined our hands. Bringing his hand up to my lips, I lightly kissed over each knuckle, before snugly setting our linked hands under my chin. "Goodnight, Harry" I whispered, but he had already fallen into a deep sleep.


I woke to the pitter patter of raindrops splattering against the glass of Harry's bedroom window. It looks like it's going to be a gloomy day. Blinking a few times, I let my self properly wake up and soon became aware of the soft snores coming from behind me.

A smile spread across my lips at the sight of Harry lying sprawled out amongst the bed sheets right beside me. He looked rather comfortable lying there on his back, mouth slightly agape as the sound of his soft snores tumbled from his parted lips in a steady pattern. His long dark eyelashes fluttered slightly against his cheeks every time he took a breath in. I found watching him sleep intriguing as creepy as it may sound, but he was the cutest thing I had ever laid my eyes on while he was asleep which vastly contrasted the way he was when he was conscious. I had seen glimpses of the real Harry Styles, but I was yet to push through the dark and bring the real Harry properly into the light. I think watching him sleep gave me that little glimmer of hope that I could still save him.

During the night the duvet had slipped down the bed leaving Harry's bare torso exposed to the chilly air. Instead of pulling it back up over his body like a kind person would, I took this as the opportune moment to drink in every aspect of Harry's godlike body. My eyes ran down from his beautiful face, landing on the predominate collarbones. Every girl dreamed of collarbones and long dark eyelashes like his, but he didn't seem to notice he even had them, and if he did, I bet he couldn't care less

My gaze glided further down his tanned chest. I immediately noticed that more bruises had showed up on his smooth skin overnight, they looked so wrong on his angelic body. I especially hated the one on his stomach, it had turned a deep shade of purple and seemed to stare at me tauntingly because it knew it was my doing. Despite the bruises, he still looked like an angel.

My eyes travelled down the centre crease of he abs down to his cute little inny bellybutton which I was tempted to kiss. I followed the small trail of hair that led down from his bellybutton and disappeared into the black band of his boxers along with the curve of his v-lines. 

"Have you finished checking me out or do you need me to take my boxers off?" the sound of his husky morning voice nearly made me jump out of my skin. I hadn't really expected him to wake up whilst I was in the middle of admiring his body or for him to make a comment like that. 

My cheeks tingled pink with embarrassment and I was quick to cover my face with my hands trying to hide myself from him. "No, really. Feel free to continue" Harry chucked, teasing me a little bit further. I sank down further into the bed, hoping I'd magically disappear. It was quiet for a while and I thought by some miracle I had actually vanished, but the sound of Harry's laugh made my heart sink a little. "I feel silly" I mumbled into the mattress in embarrassment. 

A strong arm wrapped around my waist and I was tugged into Harry's warm chest where he cuddled me tightly. "God you're adorable" I could hear the smile in his voice even though I couldn't see it because I had buried my face in his muscled chest now. "I'm an idiot" I murmured more to myself than to Harry, but he heard it anyway.

"Well I check you out every time you turn your back" He openly admitted.

Harry's confession only made my cheeks burn a brighter red, which was probably his intention. He seemed to get kicks out of embarrassing me, much to my dismay. "That's different, you're perverted and I don't catch you" I hit him lightly on the shoulder as I bravely rose my head to meet his smug gaze. 

"I will neither agree or disagree with that statement" Harry laughed. I think his aim was to make me smile which he was successful in, a grin appeared on my lips seconds after he spoke. "You're my pervert" I giggled as my fingers slid up his chest, lightly pressing into his skin before wrapping round his neck. 

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that" he hummed. I had become aware that Harry loved hearing me say that he was mine. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of belonging to someone. I think hearing it made him feel a little loved.

"What about pet giraffe" I teased him a little about how tall he was, even though I couldn't really talk considering I was almost as tall as him and I was female. 

"That's pushing it a little" he playfully growled in my ear. A small shriek escaped my lips as his fingers dug into my sides and he began to tickle.

Our tickle fight continued a while longer along with playful banter, both of us jokingly insulting each other in some way. 

"No. No more." I gasped for breath, pushing Harry's hands away from my sides. I was afraid that if he tickled me anymore I would pee myself. 

"Okay, but only if I get a good morning kiss, I don't remember getting one." He winked. I watched as his tongue slipped out of his mouth, gliding over his plump lips dampening them a little so they were ready to be kissed. Craning my neck upwards I pecked his soft lips, the kiss only lasted a moment though, due to the awkward angle and was much the opposite to Harry's satisfaction.

"I want a proper kiss" he used his pointing finger to tap his lips, signalling he wanted a better one. I shook my head, giggling as I quickly wriggled out of his hold and slid out of bed before he could tickle me any further. 

I tugged the hem of Harry's oversized shirt down to cover my backside. I didn't want him perving on my arse like I was aware he took pleasure in doing. I scanned the floor for my jeans I had discarded somewhere in here last night. A frown creased my forehead when I distinguished my shirt near the end of Harry's bed, but there were no jeans. I clearly remembered kicking both items of clothing there after I had gotten changed last night, my jeans should still have been there. Only they weren't.

"Looking for these?" 

I glanced up to where Harry stood with a pair of black jeans that I realised belonged to me dangling by a belt loop from his long fingers. My lips formed an 'O' shape when I noticed the smirk on his face. He wasn't going to make this easy for me. Instead of embarrassing myself trying to get them off the curly haired fool, I turned my back to him, holding the hem of his shirt down at the back so it didn't ride up as I walked to his chest of draws. 

It took me a moment to find a pair of joggers. Smoothly I slid them up my legs. They were a little big round the waist, so pulled the drawstrings tight before tying them in a knot so they wouldn't fall down. Smugly I turned to face Harry who had a look of disappointment on his face. "You're still not getting another kiss" I winked. Harry pouted his lips at me as he let my jeans drop to the floor. He looked a bit like a confused puppy, he was surprised he'd been outwitted. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't quite know what to say and quickly shut it again. I had silenced Harry.

"That's the first time I think you've outsmarted me" he chuckled after a minute of thinking what to say. 

He strode towards me, I backed away from him. Every step he took forward, I took one back trying to evade his touch. His strides were longer than mine though and he was strategically backing me up into the wall. There was no escape.

My back bumped into the solid wall, Harry was quickly approaching and I was about to lose our little game of cat and mouse. My eyes darted left and right, trying to find an escape route, but there were none. Harry stood above me with a cheeky grin written on his plump lips, causing his dimples to pop out. 

"Gotcha" he laughed, pressing his body up against mine, sandwiching me up against the wall. I rose my hands making an attempt to push at his chest, but he was quicker. The large expanse of his hand wrapped around my wrists, pinning them above my head. 

"You can go free if I get a proper kiss" he bargained, but it was more of an order if you ask me. 

"No." I shook my head childishly. "You stole my pants".

If anyone was watching us right now they would probably think the two of us were five year olds the way we were acting. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, he didn't like not getting his own way.

"I'll have to steal one then".

Our hot breath mingled and his curls tickled my forehead as he dipped his head down. His lips pressed sweetly against mine, stealing the kiss he had gone through so much effort to get. I couldn't help but smile as he pulled me away from the wall and enveloped me in his arms instead. Heat radiated from the span of Harry's hand through the thin material I was wearing heating my lower back. Now that my hands were free, they wrapped up around Harry's neck where my fingers tangled in the curls at his nape. 

A final peck was pressed to my lips before Harry drew back, resting his forehead against mine. His green eyes sparkled as he gazed into mine. I watched as his pink tongue slipped out of his mouth, running smoothly over his plump pink lips as if he were savouring my taste. 

"That was much better" he smiled cheekily at me. 

I lightly hit him on the chest, smiling as I did so. Although I wasn't about to admit it, it was a pretty good kiss. Harry's hands slipped from my back in search for mine. Releasing a fistful of messy curls, I slipped my fingers between his, giving his hand a light squeeze. 

"Lets go get some breakfast, baby" Harry tugged lightly on my hand, leading me out of the bedroom. I hadn't actually noticed how hungry I was until Harry suggested breakfast. Dinner had been bypassed for both of us due to exhaustion and the after affects were definitely sinking in.

"I'm so hungry I think I could eat a horse." I announced as together we walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. A grin spread across Harry's lips "I think I can relate to starving children in Africa." he joked.

"Harry!" I exclaimed hitting him on the shoulder. I was trying to be serious, but I couldn't hold back my giggles. As sad as it was that Harry was joking about people with next to nothing to eat, it was pretty funny hearing him say he thought he could relate to them. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He laughed as I took another swing at him. He batted my hands away, quickly descending the rest of the stairs. I watched as his mop of curls disappeared into the kitchen and out of my sight. 

A sigh of content fell from my lips as my eyes remained on the spot Harry had just been. I loved Harry like this, his playful moods were just adorable and just being with him felt so right. 

I padded into the kitchen, joining Harry where he had his head stuck in the pantry. My arms wrapped around his waist, gently resting on his stomach, which I was careful not to cause pain to. His skin was warm against mine and smooth beneath my fingertips. Peering over his shoulder, I examined the contents of his pantry. There was an assortment of cereals lined up neatly on one of the shelves and toast on another. It surprised me just how tidy Harry was. When I first met him, I never expected him to have such a clean house. I had imagined it a complete bomb site, but no. His DVDs and CDs were arranged in alphabetical order, his clothes were in his wardrobe or draws and everything was just tidy. 

"What do you want to eat" Harry asked.

I scanned over the boxes of cereal, for one that took to my liking this morning. A particular yellow box caught my eye and it was that moment I decided that CoCo pops was looking pretty tasty.

"CoCo pops, please." I answered him after a moment. 

Harry reached for the box, taking it in a large hand along with the toast. Awkwardly waddling along behind him I filled him over to the counter were he put the two items down. I released Harry from my hold, moving to stand beside him instead. 

"Could you get me a plate and a bowl please, love?" Harry asked whilst popping for pieces of toast into the toaster and pushing the button down. 

I nodded my head before padding over to the cupboard he kept plates and bowls in. I reached up, taking a bowl and a plate down before closing it again. The coffee machine caught my eye as I made my way back over to Harry. 

"Thanks baby." 

Full lips kissed me softly on the cheek in appreciation before his focus returned to pouring cereal into my bowl. 

After my cereal was poured Harry turned to me. "I'm just gonna get changed, I'll be back in a moment don't let my toast burn" he spoke as he moved out of the kitchen and jogged up the stairs. 

While he was getting changed I made us both a cup of coffee and managed to get Harrys toast out of the toaster without burning it. I was just taking the last bit out when Harry returned, placing his hands on my waist. Getting a bit of a fright my hand slipped and my finger brushed against the hot metal searing my skin.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed.

The whole side of my index finger felt like it was on fire and a red burn mark had appeared on my pale skin. 

"Shit." Harry swore.

His large hand wrapped around my wrist, gently guiding it under the cold tap. The cool water soothed my burning finger and I breathed out a sigh of relief. Kitchens and I really don't mix well, I always end up getting hurt or ruining food. 

"Are you alright?" Harry asked from behind me. His hand still gently held my wrist, it was comforting to know that he cared about me, even if it was only a tiny burn. His protective nature was sometimes overwhelming, but it was sweet most other times.

"It's just a little burn, I think I'll survive. I answered, raising my other hand to turn the water off. Harry spun me around, causing droplets of water to fly off my wet hand, splattering on random spots around the room. He held my hand as if it was a delicate flower, examining the damage the hot metal had done. The skin was still red and slightly blistered, but it wasn't going to kill me. His eyes met with mine as he brought my hand up to his mouth, gently pressing a kiss on my sore finger. 

"All better." I giggled, as my hand fell from his, hanging back down by my side. "You sure? I could kiss it again." He sent me a cheeky wink. I smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips before getting the coffee from the counter. I was pleased that I had actually successfully done something this morning. 

I carried the two drinks into the living room where I placed them down on the coffee table. While I waited for Harry to join me I got myself comfortable on the couch. My eyes drifted aimlessly around the room eventually landing on the rain streaked windows. It was days like today that I loved spending curled up inside with a good book, but this time it would be with Harry instead. I sighed remembering the days when my dad and I would play board and card games with mum when I was younger and how he'd read me stories whilst I fell asleep to the sound of the rain. I missed those days. 

Harry's presence snapped me out of my thoughts. His long jean clad legs strided across the room towards me. The very sight of him made me smile. I still couldn't quite believe someone so beautiful was actually mine. I'd never really thought I'd ever have a proper boyfriend, I'd always crack jokes about how I was going to end up a crazy cat lady living with fifty cats. But no, somehow I had attracted a very handsome stalker who turned out to be more than I had expected.

"Here you go beautiful." He handed me a bowl of coco pops bobbing in chocolatey milk.

"Thank you." 

Harry slumped down on the cushions beside me with his large plate of toast held in his hands. I watched as he set the plate down next to the coffee ignoring the food, he turned to me. "Come cuddle with me" he ordered, opening his arms out. I didn't hesitate in crawling across the couch and plonking my bum down on his lap. I carefully balanced my bowl of cereal on my own lap as Harry wrapped an arm round my waist. 

Harry hummed as he pushed the hair falling down the left side of my face back so it hung down my back. Amorously he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, peppering my skin with sweet kisses. I did my best not to giggle when his soft curls tickled at my skin, I didn't want to spit coco pops everywhere. 

"Harry, stop it!" I giggled, battering his face away. He laughed before hugging me closer to his chest and picking up a piece of toast which he proceeded in taking a large bite of and happily munching on his breakfast.


"Oh my God!" I groaned as Harry got up for what felt like the one hundredth time to get more food. I knew teenage boys eat a lot, but in the years I've spent practically living with two of them, I swear that Harry has already eaten twice as much as my best friends would put together. He must've gone through the whole freaking loaf of bread by now.

"I didn't eat last night and I'm hungry" he called from the kitchen. I was surprised he hadn't eaten last night and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty because I told him I wasn't hungry, but he probably was and just didn't want to eat if I wasn't, it was just in his nature. 

I was getting bored now, I had finished my breakfast what felt like a million years ago. Now I lay sprawled out on my back on the couch with my slightly too long legs dangling off the side while my head rested softly on the pillows. I had found that Harry's baggy clothes were rather comfortable for me to loll about in and since Harry had left me alone I had made myself quite at home on the comfy couch. A cute little green cushion had become my makeshift replacement as Harry while he was in the kitchen stuffing his face and I had it cuddled to my chest. 

"Have I been replaced?" Harry asked, motioning to the cushion with his surprisingly empty hands. I looked up at him, trying not to smiles, but not smiling was difficult when you had the most attractive male with the cutest dimpled cheeks smiling at you.

"Yes" I replied stifling a giggle before burying my face in the cushion, muffling my desperate laughter. I could feel the heat radiating off Harry's body as he lowered himself over my laugh ridden body. I still couldn't work out why he always felt so warm. The cushions dipped as I felt him lower a knee down on either side of my waist and the cool atmosphere previously surrounding me became more intimate. Harry tugged at the cushion I was jokingly reluctant to let go of, eventually prying it from fingertips. 

"Goodbye cushion" he grinned cheekily at me as he chucked my new found cuddle buddy lazily over his shoulder. My eyes followed its short flight across the room to where it landed on the floor.

"No. Squishy." I cried out, reaching out in the direction of where it lay lonely on the carpet. Harry let out laugh at my outburst of desire for the cute little green cushion now nicknamed squishy.

"You named the cushion?Squishy" Harry laughed, lacing his fingers through the empty gaps in my outstretched fingers, pinning my hands above my head. "Yes" I answered cracking a slightly embarrassed smile. 

Harry gently lay his body down on top of mine, planting a wet kiss on my jaw. "I want to be your squishy" he whispered. I smiled to myself as Harry readjusted his position slightly so that his head was tucked under my chin and his body was half on top of me, half tucked between myself and the back of the couch. 

"You are my squishy" I replied, squeezing his hands lightly, Harry was acting strangely, I think it had something to do with the stormy whether outside. He seemed so young and sweet, I liked him this way, no, I loved him anyway he came. I didn't care whether he was, cute, playful, perverted Harry he could be anyway he liked because that was him, I never know what side of him he'll throw at me next, but that's what draws me to him. He's mysterious and possibly bipolar, but he's my Harry.

"Hold me like you were holding this pillow. Please." Harry pleaded, guiding my arms round his torso. He sounded so young, so fragile the way he asked and it hurt to know that he had been robbed of the childhood he deserved, left with one of alcohol, violence and pain. He deserved so much better.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his torso pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Is this good enough, squishy?" I giggled into his curls. He laughed at my nickname for him, I don't think I'd called him anything other than Harry before. "I think I prefer Harry" he chuckled. "You're still sore" I suddenly realized I was squeezing him quite tightly and loosened my grip on him. "No, hold me like you were before" he almost begged, trying to pull my arms more tightly around him. "I could rub deep heat or something where you hurt" I offered, but he shook his head. "I want you to hold me" he argued and I let out a sigh, obliging to his request. "But you could do that later" he added. I smiled to myself as we both settled down on each others bodies. I brought me peace hearing the steady sound of his heart beat and feeling his warm breath on my skin. And I found myself reminding myself one more time that Harry was safe.

(A/N apparently their is a limit of characters for one chapter so the rest of this chapter is in the next one, i didn't even think it was that long but apparently its my longest lol enjoy)

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