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.


24. Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter 24

"HARRY!!! LOOK OUT FOR THAT BRANCH" I screamed, my voice echoing around the silent forest, seemingly bouncing back and forth off the trees. I suddenly regretted agreeing to let him piggyback me through the forest, it was dangerous. I could barely see two feet in front of us, yet somehow Harry seemed to easily be able to manage running through the trees with me on his back whilst dodging trees, roots and branches. "I already saw it" Harry laughs after ducking beneath the looming dark shadow above us. Honestly I wonder how he's actually still alive, he's bloody reckless.

I wave of relief washed over me as we found the footpath, the light emitted from the streetlights making me feel much safer. I let out a loud sigh, the tight grip I had on his shoulders loosened as I relaxed. "That was fun" Harry spoke, his voice reeking of adrenalin. If he considers trying to kill us fun, then it was totally amazing. I think not. "You're a hazard" I muttered, kissing the top of his head, before resting my chin atop of it. His body vibrated as he let out a deep chuckle "I think you just attract trouble". What he said held some truth, I do attract trouble, almost everywhere I go. "That's probably true" I giggled as we walked a different way home.

We'd only gone a couple of streets down, when I felt Harry's body tense beneath me as we crossed the empty road onto a new block. Worriedly, I lifted my head from on top of his, craning my neck to see his face. "Harry? Are you okay?" I asked, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Fine!" He snapped, making me jump in surprise, only proving to me that he wasn't. I didn't press him for answers any further, afraid he'd throw me over a fence or drop me on the ground. There was a noticeable decrease in Harry's pace, as we continued down this street. A bubbling fear grew in my stomach, not for myself, but for Harry, there was something bothering him.

His usually strong, staunch body was now shaking all over, it terrified me, not knowing what was happening to him. I looked around, trying dot spot anything out of the ordinary that might cause Harry to tremble. But the street was empty, the road filled with cars parked up along the curb, a few lights were still on in houses, just a normal looking street. I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, but I didn't get the chance, his knees gave way, body collapsing forward, bringing me down with him. I let out a shriek, my heart hammering against my chest as I landed on top of Harry. He just collapsed! Holy shit!

Quickly I rolled off him, kneeling next to him instead. Fortunately he was still conscious, but he was shaking as much as I did when he forced me on his motorbike. His knees were tucked in beneath him, hands pressed firmly against the pavement as his head hung between his shoulders, eyes squeezed tightly closed. I was frozen to the spot, terrified of what had caused Harry to act like this, it was so strange, so sudden. One minute he was fine, the next he was on the ground with a painful expression etched into his features.

Raspy breaths were drawn through his plump lips before quickly being exhaled again. "I-I thought I could do it" He spoke shakily. Do what? What's he on about? "I was wrong, it's to much, I still can't take it". I looked at him blankly, clueless to what he was actually talking about, I don't understand. "It hurts to much when I look at it" he whimpered. This wasn't the usual Harry that I knew, this was the broken Harry that rarely broke out of his protective barrier that he held up so strongly. I scuttled forward, placing a hand gently on his back. "What can't you look at" I questioned, still confused as to what had caused this whole situation. He remained still. I patiently waited for him to answer. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, but they weren't their usual sparkly green. They were dull and bland, almost black as he stared at me intently. His lips parted, two words fell from his mouth that sent shivers down my spine...

"The house"

I was frightened of those eyes, the night and those two words. It was like watching a horror movie where some stupid girl (me) goes for a casual evening stroll down an abandoned street and there's some fucked up maniac serial killer (Harry) living in a creepy house. The only difference was that I felt like I was the one in it. I turned my head to the right, my eyes locking on to a two story house right in front of us. It looked like a normal house, but it wasn't. I easily figured out that this was where his mother had been killed, in that front yard. The images I had imagined from what Harry told me about that night suddenly so much clearer. I looked away, eyes flicking back on to Harry. "Come here" I opened my arms, beckoning him into a hug. Shakily he curled his arms around me, damp curls tickling my cheek as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. "It's okay, don't look at it" I whispered in his ear, soothingly stroking the back of his head.

My actions seemed to calm him, his breath evened out, his heart was now beating against my chest at a steady pace. Cautiously I pulled back, surprised to see a small smile on Harry's lips and his eyes almost back to their usual colour. "Lets go" I gently picked up his hand, pressing a kiss onto the skin of his wrist. As we got to our feet, Harry's eyes instantly flicked to the house again, I acted quickly in grabbing his chin, tilting it down so his eyes were locked onto mine.

"Eyes on me"

He gave me a slight nod of his head, his gaze remaining on me as we walked slowly past the house and back off down the street.

Thankfully once we'd crossed the road over to the next block, his tensed posture completely relaxed. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have seen that" Harry apologises, biting his bottom lip. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze "You don't need to apologise to me Harry, you need to apologise to yourself". He nodded his head, dropping my hand and sliding his arm round my waist instead. "You were so worried about me" Harry chuckled "You almost had a heart attack". I rolled my eyes, at least he was back to his teasing self. "Shut up" I elbowed him in the ribs.




Harry and I arrived back at his place a few minutes later. "I'm hungry" Harry announced, strolling into the kitchen, me following closely behind him. "Want some ice cream?" Harry questioned, opening the freezer and pulling out a tub of Ben and Jerry's out of the cold atmosphere. "No thanks I'm fine" I replied, watching as he rifled around in the draw for an ice cream scoop. "Okay, we can watch a movie if you like" he suggested, scooping a huge amount of chocolate ice cream into his bowl. I do wonder how he still has abs seeing the amount of food he eats. "Bloody hell" I exclaimed, shaking my head at him "That is not healthy". Harry just shrugged . My eyes widened when he went in for more, I moved quickly, snatching the scoop from his hands and bumping him out of the way with my hip. "I'll make you ice cream, you go pick a movie". Harry nodded his head, walking out of the kitchen. The amount of ice cream he had put in his bowl was ridiculous, I ended up spooning most of it back into the tub, he'd had enough for about five people just in his bowl. I couldn't help but wonder if he ate when he was upset, I'd seen him eat ice cream before and it was no where near that amount, which was what made me wonder.

I put the ice cream back in the freezer, collecting the bowl from beside the sink and grabbing a spoon from the drawer. My feet softly padded across the carpet towards the lounge, where I found him lying on the couch with a big brown blanket covering his body. He smiled when he saw me, or at least I hoped it was me, not the bowl of ice cream in my hand. The blanket was drawn back and he patted his lap invitingly. I dropped down on top of his warm body, leaning into his chest which was propped up slightly by the arm of the couch. He pulled the blanket back up, covering both of our bodies. "Damn, you reduced my ice cream" he complained, staring at the bowl. "I hope you don't eat that much very often" I kissed the tip of his nose. He shook his head "Only when I get really painful memories". My suspicions were confirmed, he eats when he's upset. "When you get upset, call me and I'll give you cuddles instead" I gave him another kiss on the nose, making a smile spread across his face.

My eyes flicked to the TV, to see 'The Love Guru' start menu on the screen. That movie is hilarious. Harry fumbled around under the blanket, his hands wandered over my legs, in search of the remote. "Hey!" I slapped his distracted fingers away from the inside of my thigh. He chuckled before pulling out the sleek black remote out from the cozy warmth. The play button was pushed as Harry tried to take the bowl of ice cream from my hands. I held it away from him, just out of his reach, a cheeky grin plastered on my lips. I brought a spoonful of the chocolatey goodness teasingly between my lips. "You said you weren't hu-" Harry attempted to speak, but I shut him up by shoving a spoonful in his mouth. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. "Feed me more ice cream" he opened his mouth, which I proceeded in spooning ice cream into. I managed to smear half of it across his cheek, making him chuckle "You gotta lick that off now". I shook my head, I'm not licking his cheek. Harry moved his face closer to mine, with his ice cream covered cheek turned towards my face encouraging me. "I'm not licking your cheek" I mumbled, trying to push his head away, but he was persistent, keeping his head firmly in place.

I rolled my eyes, taking his head in my hands, giving into his pushiness. But instead of licking the Ice-cream off with my tongue, I pressed my lips to his cheek instead, kissing it away. "Hmm" Harry hummed happily, hands rubbing up and down my back whilst I sponged kisses over his warm cheek.

This boy is honestly growing on me



Neither Harry and I had really watched the movie, we were messing around with eachother instead. Harry would try to kiss me, but I kept covering my face with the blanket, making him laugh. "Aww, c'mon" Harry complained as I pulled the blanket up over my head preventing him from kissing me. Harry's hands wriggled under the blanket, warm fingers running up the insides of my thighs. I knew what he was doing, trying to turn me on so I would kiss him, well that's not going to happen. I clamped my thighs shut, preventing him from going any further. A loud sigh came from Harry's lips making me grin happily, because he'd given up. "You win" he spoke, withdrawing his touch from my body completely and standing from the couch. Proudly, I pulled my fluffy barrier down from my face, but before I could say of do anything further, Harry's lips connected with mine.

I was slightly shocked, I thought I had won. I remained motionless beneath him, to surprised to react. Harry's mouth drew back from mine slightly, his eyes searching mine for some kind of reaction, receiving nothing but a blank expression of surprise, yeah that's how I look. "Kiss me" he whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck for me. I had to blink a couple of times, recollecting my composition. Harry smiled when i tightened my grip round his neck, letting him hoist me up off the couch, wrapping my legs round his waist.

My lips lightly pressed against his lips in a quick peck. Harry's deep laugh vibrated through his chest "being difficult are we" he growled, pressing his nose against mine. I smiled as I stared into his green eyes, glimmering with playfulness that were blinking right back at me. "I'm always difficult" I smiled, running my fingers through the curls at the back of his neck. The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk "Your the most difficult, confusing person I have ever met" he grinned at me, making my cheeks burn furiously. It was true though, I do everything he doesn't want me to do and I manage to get myself into trouble. Harry's always there to protect me though.

His lips ghosted over mine, lightly brushing, but he was waiting for me to kiss him, to make the first move instead of him. My eyes gently fluttered closed, leaving me feeling his warm slightly erratic breath fanning out over my lips. My mouth pressed itself fully against his, the feeling of his soft, warm lips against mine was indescribable. My fingers tangled through his curls, tugging them forward so his head was closer to mine, our lips pressing harder against eachothers, deepening the kiss. Harry is so perfect, I wonder why he would ever wan't me. I'm just a plain girl, nothing special.

I pulled away, slightly breathlessly, resting my head on his shoulder in content. I could fell Harry's hips moving as he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom, where I was gently put down on the bed. I shuffled backwards, pulling the duvet. Over back before slipping between the sheets. "Are you tired?" Harry asked, crawling onto the end of the bed. "No" I shook my head, I was wide awake, I'd been sleeping well recently, because of Harry. I smiled as he climbed into bed, lying down beside me, pulling the blankets up to our chins. "Come here" Harry spread the full length of his muscular arm over the pillow, beckoning me in closer. My body wriggled towards his warmth until my front was pressing against the side of his body, my head resting on his bicep. My right arm snaked over his shirt, resting on the other side of his chest.

A comfortable silence lingered between us, we were just enjoying eachothers presence. I opened my lips to speak, a question that interests me popped into my head. "What do you plan on doing once we leave school" I questioned him. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in thought, he'd obviously never thought about it, or expected anyone to ask. "I don't know, I never really cared" he replied, biting down on his bottom lip "What about you?". "I want to do something interesting with my life, I don't want to be a lawyer or a banker or a doctor, I find that stuff boring" I answered thoughtfully "I don't really know though, which is terrible. Mum wants me to be a lawyer, I'd rather die though". Harry let out a small laugh, before speaking again "What do you want to be though".

"I always kind of wanted to be in the movie industry, maybe some sort of designer or an actor" I always wanted to be something like that. I watched as Harry's pink tongue slipped from his mouth, dampening his lips "You'd be a sexy actor". I blushed, lightly hitting him on the cheek, mumbling a shut up. "I don't think that will ever happen though, I'm unsure of what I want to do with my life"I sighed loudly.

There were a couple of minutes of silence, before Harry talked "Well I'm not good at anything, so I'm already failure. "Harry, your not a failure" I pressed a kiss to his jaw whilst my hand rubbed over his chest in a circular motion. "I am though, I'm useless" he huffed unhappily. "No your not" I shook my head, hating his negativity towards himself. "Yeah!" He bolted up right, making my head flop back down on the pillows instead of his arm "Tell me one fucking thing in good at apart from sex" he snapped angrily, Making me recoil from him. I looked at him, the way his fists were clenched and his arm muscles were tensed, made it clear he was angry. I get nervous when he's like this.

Cautiously I sat up, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but he brushed it away. "Leave me alone" he hissed suddenly, making me jump back in fright.

"Y-You've been alone for too long Harry"

I spoke in barely a whisper as I turned my back to him, moving over to the furthest side of the bed, before lying down, letting my head rest on the fluffy pillows. I felt cold though and afraid, Harry still frightens me, I wonder if that will ever change.





I was never meant to be born, I was a mistake, what my father told Gemma. Nothing ever seems to go right for me and when they do, they always end up to good to be true. God seems to hate me, I'm useless and cold blooded, I'm a monster. I'm worried that Natalie'a only staying with me because she pity's me, but I don't think that's true. I feel like she cares, but why would someone care about me.

I glanced over at her sleeping silhouette, lying with her back to me. I know I scare her, but I can't control my anger towards some things, I'd never hurt her though, I only want to protect her. I don't know if she realises that yet. Unable to resist the urge to hold her, I shuffled my body up behind hers , pressing my chest against her back and wrapping my arms securely round her waist. She wriggled slightly, eyes blinking open as she looked up at me. "Harry" she whispered, intwining my fingers lying on her stomach with he fingers. "I'm sorry" I apologised, kissing her lightly on the cheek. She smiled, closing her eyes again, drifting off into sleep, momentarily followed by me.




Sunlight streamed through the curtains, making me squint slightly at the bright. I nuzzled my face into the crook of Natalie's neck, blocking out the sun. We were still lying in the exact same spot, but one of us had decided it was to hot last night and pushed the duvet onto the floor.

Natalie mumbled something like 'go away, Harry' when I pressed my lips onto the soft skin of her neck. "I'm not going anywhere, baby" I chuckled, squeezing our linked fingers lightly. She gave my hand a little squeeze back, before bringing the back of my hand to her soft lips where she pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my hand.

"I'm not going anywhere either, I'm staying right here with you" she whispered, resting our hands back on her stomach. Natalie's words made me smile, I remembered what she said last night 'You've been alone too long, Harry'. She was right, I'd been alone almost my whole life, not physically, but mentally, I'd never had someone care enough about me to make me feel wanted or happy, until now.

Now I'm happy and I feel wanted, by one person.






Hey guys,

Sorry its so short, I got writers block again and i have less time to write because of school and i have a lot of assignments due and i play three sports so its a bit harder for me to update regularly so i don't know when my next update will be but hopefully tomorrow, if i can work around playing netball assignments and babysitting tonight, the time i update after then will either be thursday probably because of my other sports or friday if i have to play for another team as well, but i will try!


Thank you


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