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.


33. Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter 33

Harry's tall figure was easily recognisable from across the parking lot. His back was pressed up against the black metal of his car as he leant up against it, the wind tousling his curls as he stood there waiting for me. My pace quickened across the parking lot, feet moving quickly on the black surface of the tarmac. I was eager to see him; it's been four days since we last saw each other, when he drove me to school on Monday morning. We've both been pretty tied up, he with his non-stop boxing training and me with school (which I am pleased to say is over for this term) and my lying mother. I have to admit though, I've been thinking and I might have been a little unfair although I hate to admit it. Maybe she's right about me being selfish; I mean she had to raise me through the most difficult years of a teenager’s life. She's had to go from a part time job to working full time, just to keep me alive and healthy. I'd never really thought much about how hard she actually works to keep me happy. I can't even imagine how lonely she must feel without dad, if it was hard for me, it would have been ten times harder for mum to go on without out him.

As much as I hate to say it, but maybe I should let Mum date this guy, no matter how much I hate it. If she's happy with the guy I should stop being so self-centred and give her the chance to be happy again. I'm going to make things right with her.

"Hello, Beautiful" Harry smiled at me as he pushed himself up from the car, opening his protective arms for me to step into. "Hello" I responded, wrapping my arms around his waist and nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. I didn't want to let him go, tonight was the night I'd been dreading all week.


In only a matter of hours Harry would be standing in the boxing ring facing Adams older brother. No matter how hard I had tried to persuade him to back out, he refused, his mind was set.

The feeling of Harry's moist lips pressed to my forehead brought a small smile to my lips. "I missed you" I whispered quietly in his ear, squeezing him that little bit harder around the waist. "Mmm, I missed you too, baby" he replied, staring down at me with big emerald eyes for a couple of moments, before releasing me from his warm embrace, his body turning to the left slightly to open the passenger door for me. I climbed in, thanking Harry as I dropped myself down into the seat, strapping the seatbelt across my body. The door was closed for me, before I even had the chance to reach for the door handle. Harry was being his normal overprotective self, doing everything I could do easily for me, it pisses me off at times but then again it does have its advantages.

"So, how was school" Harry questioned, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had been between us since we got in the car. Both of us knew perfectly well the even that would take place in a short period of time, it was made obvious that we both had the same subject on our mind, neither of us wanting to bring it up. "Boring, we basically sat in the classroom all day, listening to Mrs Johnson babble on about her cat" I replied, linking our fingers together, in search of some kind connection.

"I told you I wouldn't miss much" he smirked in satisfaction, leading me up the path to his doorstep. I rolled my eyes as he searched his pockets for the keys, I hated how he took school as a joke, even though he has been attending it recently, he didn't bother learning anything. He either sat there distracting me almost to the point of insanity or messing around on his phone, I was starting to wonder if he was a lost cause. But what I hated most of all though, was the fact that he's actually quite smart, although he won't admit it. It's a shame he doesn't use his head though, if he did he might realise fighting tonight was pointless and dangerous.

As I watched Harry twist the key back and forth in the lock, I decided it would be best if I pushed all negative thoughts out of my mind. I know it sounds melodramatic but these could be the last few hours I spend time with him before he's in a hospital bed.

"Come on" he tugged lightly at my wrist. I followed the curly haired male inside the house, letting him lead me into the kitchen. Surprise surprise. Over the time I've known Harry, I've come to realise he eats quite a lot, not quite as much as Niall though, he could eat a horse if he wanted. "Want something?" Harry questioned, tugging the pantry doors open. I shook my head, I was afraid that it would come back up once I put it in due to the churning sensation in my stomach. Harry narrowed his eyes at me slightly "You do eat properly?" His voice held a hint of worry. He had nothing to worry about when it came to me and eating, I ate perfectly well and can't stand the thought of starving myself. "I'm not starving myself, Harry" I squeezed his hand lightly in reassurance "You worry too much". Harry wrapped his arms round my waist, pulling me tightly into his chest. His alluring scent filled my nose as he gazed down at me caringly. "I just want to keep you safe" he whispered softly in my ear before a light kiss was pressed to the lobe. His words fluttered my heart, There was no doubt in my mind that he would do everything he could to keep me safe, to protect me. The words that came from his lips were so meaningful that in an instant, I believed him.

"I know".

A smile tugged at the corners of Harry's lips, causing his dimples to pop out on either side of his cheeks. I could never understand how he could be so dangerous and sexy whilst being cute, I doubt I'll ever figure it out. My hand slid round the back of his neck, drawing his read down slightly so he was at my level. I softly pressed my mouth against his plump pink lips.

One of Harry's hands released my waist, his other arm sliding further around until his hand was resting on my opposite hip holding me firmly against his muscular body. The other hand came up to my face, gently cupping my cheek, deepening the kiss. All I wanted to do was to stay here and cuddle on the sofa with him. I didn't want to go out and have to watch him fight. I didn't want to see him hurt.

I gasped slightly as my back hit the wall, giving Harry the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. My tongue tried to fend his off, but he dominated, pushing past it and swirling around the inside of my mouth. I tugged his curls disconnecting our mouths much to his disappointment. "I'll keep you safe, no matter what" He whispered softly, pressing his forehead against mine. In his arms, I felt safe, like no one could hurt me, he made me feel secure. 


I nodded my head lightly to Harry's pleasure. He quickly pecked me on the lips before turning his attention back to the pantry. I rolled my eyes, bumping my hip into his as I walked past him out of the kitchen. Harry's deep chuckle followed me out of the room.

I settled myself down on the sofa, awaiting Harry to join me. He did a couple of minutes later, carrying a bag of skittles. My eyes lit up at the sight of the red bag, I love skittles. Harry smirked at my reaction to seeing the bag of candy "Now you're hungry". I stuck my tongue it at him "I just like skittles. He chuckled, ripping the bag open with his teeth and chucking a couple of them into his mouth, before passing the bag over to me.




My mouth hung wide open as I waited for Harry to toss me a skittle to catch between my lips. I was determined to catch one after I'd watched Harry expertly catch everyone I tossed to him, he made it look so easy. I hadn't caught a single one in the billion he'd thrown me. It turned out to be harder than it looked. "You look pretty hot like that" I could see Harry smirk out of the corner of my eye. "Shut up and throw a skittle" I kicked his chest lightly where my feet were resting. The two of us were lying on the couch. Harry's legs were bent, with my legs resting in between them and my feet on his chest. "Okay, okay" he laughed before a green skittle was tossed into the air with a simple flick of his wrist.

I tried to move my mouth to catch the green sweet, but it ended up hitting me in the forehead before bouncing onto the floor. "Dammit" I muttered unhappily, disappointed I wasn't able to catch a single one. "Aww, baby. Looks like you just aren't very skilled" Harry playfully teased me with a huge smirk written all over his face. I quickly snatched the bag off his lap, grabbing a fistful of the colourful candy and throwing it towards him. Harry's face scrunched up as they hit him everywhere, all bouncing off in different directions. A few landed in his curls, coming to rest there for a moment before Harry lunged forward, sending them down onto the floor or rolling in between the cushions on the couch. "I'm gonna get you for that" he growled, grabbing the bag from my lap before I could get it again.

I let out a shriek as the neck of my shirt was pulled forward and a fistful of skittles were released down my front. I squirmed at the feeling of the candy getting stuck down my bra. Harry smirked in satisfaction, watching as I wriggled around beneath him.

"I can get those if you like" he offered cheekily, keeping be pinned beneath him. This was what he wanted to do, get the skittles from my bra, using his lips most likely. "No thank you" I shook my head, trying to push him off me, using my knees. He didn't budge; his firm muscles didn't even move an inch when I shoved against his chest. Harry lowered his lips to my ear, leaving a wet kiss just below my earlobe. I let my eyes flutter closed, focussing on the every tingle Harry sent through my body where ever he touched.

His moist lips left a trail of wet kisses down my neck, lightly sucking in a few places in which he knew pleasured me. "Harry, stop" I pleaded as his lips kissed over my collarbones, moving slowly down my chest. "Harry" I warned, trying to break free of his grasp. He ignored me though, moving one of my hands over to his other one, so now he was holding both of my hands in his one right hand. Harry's free hand tugged at the hem of my shirt, slowly bringing it up my stomach. "No, Harry" I whined, straining to pull free of his tight grasp.

The sound of knocking at the door stopped Harry in his tracks, much to my relief. I took Harry's moment of distraction as the ideal moment to shove him off the sofa. He rolled off my body, landing with a small thud on the floor. "Ouch" he groaned, laying there with a slight pout on his lips. "Payback" I giggled, poking him in the stomach.

The impatient sound of knocking on the front door came again. "I'll get it" I offered, stepping over the curly haired male lying on the floor. "Thanks baby" he smiled lazily up at me as I walked past.

I did my best to remove the colourful candy from between my breasts, throwing it back at Harry before I went to the front door. I straightened my shirt out and brushed back a few strands of my hair which had decided to fall out of the loose ponytail at the top of my head. Once I was satisfied that I was presentable and didn't look like some hobo off the street, my fingers reached out, gripping the cold metal of the door handle, before swinging it open. The moment I opened the door, I wanted to slam it shut again and go hide behind the sofa.

Two large men loomed over me. Both of them were huge probably ten times bigger than I was. Both of the males had an Intimidating look about them, their dark eyes and jet black hair made them look almost demonic. I took a step back, glancing at the numerous tattoos swirling on their skin. I made note of the matching dragon tattoo they both wore on their skin, before looking up to their terrifying faces.

Both the men looked me up and down, sizing me up, it made me feel as though I was a piece of meat. "I was expecting someone a little bigger" the taller of the two males spoke. What was that supposed to mean. "Yeah, She's a little too skinny for my liking" the other agreed "Nothing to hold onto". I took a step back, disgusted and upset that I was yet again being judged on my weight. I wasn't built to be wide and my fast metabolism and love of sport and exercise certainly kept slim. "You must be Natalie" the taller one figured. I froze as he reached out, the dragon tattoo flexed as he ran his sweaty fingers up my neck to cup my chin. "Hmm, Adam told us you were a pretty one" he smiled, displaying his crooked yellowish teeth. "What do you want" I spoke more bravely than I felt, shoving the disgusting man’s hand off my face.

"Get away from my girlfriend if you want to live" Harry's unmistakable voice spoke angrily from behind me. I turned my head to see him striding towards us, he looked less than happy to see the two demons standing in the doorway. "Ahh, Haz. Just the guy we were looking for" the one that touched me smiled maliciously. Harry's large hand gripped my forearm, tugging me protectively behind him. "Why are you here" he growled at the unwanted visitors. "Just to make sure you don't pussy out on tonight's fight" the shorter one laughed. I could sense the anger growing inside Harry, the fact that someone sent him to make sure he was going to show wouldn't make him the slightest bit happy. "Tell Luke to bring a body bag, he's gonna need it" Harry hissed through gritted teeth. The two males smirked "I guess we'll be seeing ya Styles" the one that touched my face smirked as they turned to leave "You too hot stuff".

I gripped Harry's shoulder, preventing him from chasing down the man and beating the shit out of him. "Leave it Harry, he's only trying to provoke you" I whispered in his ear, hoping he would listen. His erratical breathing lasted a couple of minutes, before he slowly started to calm down, certain the two males were now long gone, I thought it was safe to let Harry go. I locked the front door again, walking back by Harry who was still standing in the same spot.

He caught my arm as I walked past "they didn't touch you, did they". There was no doubt in my mind that Harry would hunt the man down and kill him if I told him the truth, I'd seen the damage he had inflicted on Adam. "No". Harry let out a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms round my waist "Good, I won't let anyone lay a finger on you" he kissed he lightly on the tip of the nose. I smiled, cuddling myself into his chest.

"Harry, I don't want you to fight" I whispered.

He rubbed soothing circles into my back "I know, baby".





My fingers combed through Harry's curly hair as I watched the clock, it had just gone five, the time we were meant to be leaving. I was praying desperately that Harry would keep his eyes closed and forget about the stupid boxing match. The very thought of Harry lying crumpled and bruised in the centre of the boxing ring, bleeding his guts out sent shivers down my spine. He's so irrational, he doesn't understand that he could be seriously injured, I don't think he realises that people do care about him and don't want to see him hurt.

I smirked to myself as the clock continued to tick on, I only needed him to stay asleep and the match would be over and he would be safe. To be honest I'm feeling quite proud of myself, I don't know how I got him to fall asleep, but he did and that is good.

My breath hitched in my throat as Harry stirred slightly. Please don't wake up, please for wake up, I silently pleaded with God. He didn't answer my prayers though, moments later the colour in his eyes became visible to me and his hands came up to rub his sleepy eyes. He's going to kill me if he finds out I deliberately didn't wake him up. My fingers fell from his chocolate curls as a small groan was emitted from Harry's plump lips as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. I watched as he ruffled his hair, sweeping it to the side before his gaze locked on my face.

"What time is it?" He asked the dreaded question that I had hoped he wouldn't. "Uhh" I reached for my phone, pretending I didn't have a clue "Quarter past five" I mumbled quietly. Harry's eyes turned panicked "Fuck" he cursed, grasping my wrists one in each hand. I gulped, finding my mouth had suddenly become terribly dry. "You did this on purpose didn't you" he growled, I knew he was angry, I knew he'd work it out. My throat felt almost constricted, I was unable to speak due to the fear rising in my stomach, not only for him but of him.

Harry's eyes turned cold, his expression was solemn as he roughly dropped my wrists. "Get your stuff" he demanded before jogging out of the room to get his boxing gear. A sharp intake of air was sucked through my lips once he'd disappeared, I hadn't noticed I'd been holding my breath up until now. There was no use in trying to delay things any longer, once Harry was ready I either had to be ready or I would be tossed over his shoulder and chucked in the car without being given a choice.

I hurriedly tugged my shoes on my feet, loosely tying the black laces before I slipped into my sweatshirt. Harry came down moments after I was ready, a large duffel bag swung back and forth on his shoulder as he descended the stairs. I bit my lip nervously, the harsh glare I was being given was a sign to me that he was not impressed by my ability to put him to sleep. "Hurry up" he snapped, wrapping a large hand round my fore arm and guiding my forcefully out the front door.

"You must be so fucking pleased with yourself" he spoke angrily as he clicked the locking mechanism of the car on as he usually did, making sure I wouldn't escape. "You're so bloody sneaky" he hissed, keeping his eyes focused on the road whilst I stared down at my lap where I was picking at the chipped turquoise nail polish. Tears were threatening to spill down my cheeks, the direction my head was tilted wasn't helping to prevent that though. "Those fuckers probably think I've pussied out, because of you".

A teardrop fell from my eye, splashing down onto my denim jeans leaving a splotch of salt water. I reached up to brush the following ones away with the back of my hand. "I-I just don't want to see you get h-hurt" I sobbed, covering my face with my hands. It was a good thing I had decided not to wear any make up today, by now it would be smudged all over my face. "I'm not going to get hurt" he rose his voice. "You don't need to fucking worry about me, I'll be fine". More tears rolled down my cheeks, I was practically crying a river of tears, any more and I'd be drowning in them.

I shook my head, crying wasn't going to get me anywhere in this situation, it was only giving Harry the upper hand, he knew he was in control. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down by slowly inhaling and exhaling. Pull yourself together Natalie.

The remaining tears were brushed from my cheeks, I didn't want Harry to get the benefits of my tears, it was pathetic. "Y-You say you'll protect me" I whispered quietly, my voice somewhat less shaky than before.

"Let me protect you for once".

Harry let out a cruel laugh; my comment seemed to be amusing to him. The fact that he found it funny really hurt, I meant it quite literally. He needs to be protected from himself and his irrational decisions. "What so funny" I frowned, deeply offended by his mean reaction. "You protecting me" he answered, smirking "You can't even protect yourself". The urge to punch him square in the face was an extremely difficult one to hold back. I never needed protection from some up himself guy before I came here. I'd had guys try to pull moves on me before, they got what they deserved. It was only when I met Harry that I ever needed a bit of protection. But the only reason I needed it was because of the damn curly haired male, if I never met him, we wouldn't be in this situation.

"I don't need protecting, Natalie. You're the only one that does" he spoke through clenched teeth. "Ha" I laughed with sarcasm, he was really starting to get on my nerves but I could tell by the way he was gripping the steering wheel that I was getting under his skin. "Funny how you can protect me. When you can't even protect yourself, from yourself". What I said was true, he was his own enemy and he was going to get hurt because he was irrational and never used his head. At the rate he was going he was going to end up in prison if he hadn't been there already, or get himself killed and I didn't want either of those things to happen.

The grip Harry the steering wheel grew, the knuckles on his hands were turning white, his grip increasing alongside his anger. "You make no bloody sense, woman" he snapped, unable to think up a good comeback. "Proving my point further" I smirked, quite pleased by the way I was handling this argument, I seemed to be winning for once in my life. "Stop being such a bitch!" he yelled, becoming angrier and angrier by the second, I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. "Well, At least I'm only a bitch and I don't have my head up my arse" I retorted. Harry's eyes grew darker at my comment, I already knew he didn't like to be insulted.

I gasped in pain as his hand was clamped so tightly on my kneecap I was afraid it would shatter. "I DONT NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO FUCKING DO! IM ALREADY SCREWED UP!" he yelled angrily "I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YOU THINK MY HEADS UP MY ARSE, NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY OR DO WILL NOT CHANGE MY MIND. IM FIGHTING, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!!" My body was rigid with shock, that’s the angriest I've ever seen him be, he completely lost it. He released my knee, putting his large hand back on the steering wheel again.

I glared at him for a few moments whilst we were stopped at a traffic light, he glared right on back at me until I turned away, resting my head up against the window and closing my eyes. It was only a matter of time before Harry's fight would take place and I was fighting a battle that couldn't be won.


Oh my god this is probably the worst chapter I have ever written. I've been suffering from a huge writer’s block, that's why I haven't updated in soooooo long. The next two chapters I actually wrote before this one because I had them all worked out and I couldn't wait to write them, so I left this little fucker for later. I’m so sorry about this chapter I hate it, it is terrible and I hope the next to make up for this chapter.

Thank you all so much for reading this and I hope you have a wonderful day/night.


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