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.


27. Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter 27



Harry and I walked up the front path hand in hand, today had been rather eventful, I'd had three arguments with Harry all in one day, thank god it was over. Once we reached the front door, I reached out, rattling the door handle, expecting it to open, but it didn't. Mum must have locked it. I fumbled around in my pockets, searching for my house keys. My fingers touched the cool metal in my pocket and I tugged the keys out, quickly inserting them into the front door. I pushed the door open, tugging Harry inside after me. "MUM! WE'RE BACK" I called, flipping the light switch on in the hall. I was confused when I got no reply. I walked into the kitchen, where I found a note from her on the counter.


Hey hon, 

I just got a call from work, the deadline for my clothing got moved back, I have to go to work right now :( I probably won't be he much for the next couple of weeks, so tomorrow nights movie night won't be happening. I'm so sorry :'(.

I love you xx



I felt a little sad that mum had to go back to work early, it was nice having her home. But then again, I did have more freedom with her away. "You okay" Harry wrapped his arms round my waist from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. "Yeah" I sighed, putting the note back down on the counter. "It's okay, I'll keep you company, we can be lonely together" he chuckled lightly. My heart ached knowing Harry had been alone almost his whole life, if I was feeling a tad lonely now, I can't imagine what he must feel like. "That makes no sense Harry" I laughed, leaning back into the warmth of his chest. "It made sense to me" he grinned, nibbling lightly on my earlobe as he guided me upstairs towards my bedroom.

"Are you tired" I asked, fiddling with my stereo system, trying to put my Ed Sheeran cd into it. "Nope, I feel wide awake" he chuckled, taking the disk from my hands and gently pushing it in. "I could have done that" I complain, not liking how he does stuff for me, I'm perfectly capable. "You were about to have a rage at the cd" he laughs at me, okay that probably is true.

I pressed the play button, accepting Harry's outstretched hand as The a team began playing. I hadn't expected him to pull me into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, resting his hands on the small of my back. "Will you dance with me" he asked hopefully. I nodded my head, giving into him easily for the first time today. He smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We swayed gently to the music, whispering quietly to eachother.

"I'm sorry I forced you on my motorbike again" Harry apologised, I feel like I kind of deserved it, I have been pretty nasty to him today. "I think I deserved it" I replied, I mean I slapped him a couple of times, hit him with a bag, hurt his back, ignored him and pissed him off a lot. "No you didn't, I've been a dick all day" he shook his head. My arms tightened around his neck, bringing him closer. "Well I've been a complete bitch" I argued, bringing my lips down gently on his cheek I slapped today, giving it multiple kisses. "I deserved everything i got" he mumbles into my hair. "You deserved the slaps, you didn't deserve being hit by a bag full of books" I disagreed, feeling terrible about hurting his back still. "I think you love hitting me with books" he chuckled, lifting me up slightly so I was standing on his feet. I thought back to how I threw books at him one of the first times we met and how I hit him on the head with the book I was reading. "They do come in handy" I giggled, nuzzling my nose against his cheek. "Yeah, for hitting me with" he laughed as we continued swaying to the music.

We played through the whole album once, after every song our bodes seemed to end up closer and closer and by the end of them we were wrapped tightly in eachothers arms. "I need to have a quick shower" I whispered in his ear, still holding him close to my body, I really didn't want to let him go, but I wasn't about to take a shower with the boy. "Can I come" he asked the question I had been expecting. "Like every other time, no we will not be showering together" I kissed his cheek, before reluctantly pulling out of his embrace. "Fine" he sighed flopping back down on my bed, watching as I scuttled around the room, collecting a pair of shorts from my draw and stealing a t-shirt from Harry's bag.

I slid into the bathroom, making sure the door was locked before I began undressing. I slipped into the hot water, letting it wash over my body, cleansing me. I knew Harry was waiting in my room, so I quickly washed my body, leaving my hair dry. I stepped out, my shower had been reasonably quick for me, only fifteen minutes. I took no time I tugging Harry's large t-shirt over my head and pulling the shorts up my legs.

I slid the door open quietly, my eyes immediately landing on Harry's muscular figure sprawled out on top of the mattress looking rather bored. His face instantly lit up when he saw me. "You look so entertained" I laughed, jumping down on the bed beside him. "Well I didn't really have anything to do while you were in the shower, so I just lay her and did nothing" he replied.

I laughed, crawling on top of him, pinning his arms above his head. "You could have gotten yourself changed" I suggested, watching as Harry laughed at my playful actions. "I much rather you undressing me" he winked. By cheeks heated up as he pushed me from my dominating position with ease, changing it so now I was pinned down to the mattress. I laughed as he playfully growled, nudging his face into the crook of my neck where he nibbled at my skin. Harry lowered him self down on top of me, it was only when our chests became pressed firmly together,when Harry noticed the lack if bra covering my breasts. My eyes widened in panic when his hand slowly nudged his t-shirt i had only just put on up my stomach.

"No." I spoke nervously, hastily moving my hands up to where the material was being tugged upwards, not wanting it to be pushed any higher. Confusion flooded over Harry's features, making it obvious he didn't understand why I was so hesitant.





"No" she spoke anxiously, hands quickly moving to tug my shirt back down over her stomach. Her actions left me confused, I didn't understand why she wouldn't let me become intimate with her whole body. I dipped my head down, nudging her fingers clutching the crinkled shirt. Her hand only clamped more tightly around the shirt at my actions. "Why not" I frowned. I'd seen the rest of her body naked, but she seemed adamant to not let me see her chest completely bare. My fingertips softly traced patterns in her skin, hoping to calm her slightly. She shook her head, not giving me a proper answer giving me the same treatment I received in the carven.

"I can take my shirt of too if you like, we can be topless together" I playfully smiled, trying to give her a bit of encouragement. Natalie's body remained tense and motionless beneath me, her hands still firmly keeping the shirt in place. I know she's a bit insecure, even though she's absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, but I have a feeling it's more than insecurity that's making her refuse like this.

I dipped my head down, lips softly brushing over her ear as my voice lowered slightly "I want to become intimate with every part of your gorgeous body" I spoke. My hands moved up to her chest "That includes these". A gasp escaped her pretty lips as the palms of my hands gently rubbed over her breasts, gently cupping and squeezing them. Even through the material of the shirt, I could feel he nipples harden at my careful touch.

Natalie remained silent, but her body was slightly more relaxed now. She stared up at me, eyes desperately locking on mine. I couldn't quite decipher the expression she was wearing on her face, fear? "Can I" I asked. The small nod of her head was all the confirmation I needed to carry on with what I had started.

My fingers slowly tugged the thin material slowly up her torso. I paused as I got just below her chest, before cautiously pulling it over the two mounds on her chest, making sure to brush past the taut peaks. I smiled at hearing her whimper, it was something that I loved.

My voice hummed in appreciation as I stared down at her pale flesh. My fingers gently trailed across her right breast, feeling the quick rise and fall of her chest under my touch. The skin was so soft. My eyebrows furrowed as my fingers ran over a rough jagged mark, almost hidden underneath the curve of her left breast. She squeezed her eyes closed as I brushed my fingers over the sizeable scar again, tilting my head to the side to get a better look at the misplaced mark on her beautiful skin. I suddenly understood why she was reluctant to reveal her chest to my eyes.

It pained me to see the girl I cared so much about in this way. I gently lay down beside her, ceasing my exploration of her chest for the moment "What happened".

Natalie was unable to hold my gaze, her head turned away from me, hiding her beautiful face. I propped myself up on one elbow, fingers catching her chin as I turned her back to me. A single tear streaked her cheek, my thumb moving quickly to brush it away

"D-Do you really want to know why I hate motorbikes so much" she sobbed softly. I nodded my head.




"D-Do you really want to know why I hate motorbikes so much" I sobbed softly. He nodded his head.


I took a shaky breath, His big hand enveloped mine, rubbing circles into my skin using his thumb in a comforting manor "You can tell me".

"My father used to ride motorbike, it was exactly like yours" I began to explain. Harry's eyes stared at me intently as I spilled my past life. "When I was little he'd always take me for rides on it with". Harry nodded his head for me to continue. "He taught me how to ride when I was only ten years old, we lived on a farm so there were always big paddocks for me to ride in and crash" I chuckled lightly remembering those days very clearly. "When I was fourteen, he got me my own bike, It was bright blue it was one of the happiest days of my life" a smile crept up my face just remembering that day. Harry stared at me intently waiting for me to carry on. "I was only allowed to ride it around the farm area, believe it or not, I used to be an adrenaline junkie. I'd be either on the dirt bikes or my motorbike, I'd ride up this really steep bank, then I'd shoot back down it, I think my mum wrote my will " I grinned a little bit, mum always hated bikes. Harry chuckled "I honestly can't imagine you on a motorbike, especially not going down a hill". These days no one would think I would have ever ridden a motorbike in my life. "You didn't know me when I was fourteen, I was crazy"

"Your to innocent for a motorbike" he smirked poking me in the ribs. "Shut up and let me tell you the story" I smacked him playfully. "Don't hit me" he pushed me back down on the bed and lay on top of me, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "Do you want me to tell you or not" I rested my head on his shoulder. He remained quiet so I took that as a yes. "My mother was always worrying about me, because I went out on my own usually, sometimes I'd take my mates up on the dirt bikes, but she hated all the bikes and most of my friends, she said I was reckless and dangerous. Mum always wanted me to be more girly, I took after dad though, almost all my friends were guys back in Doncaster, I had a few girl friends but they were to scared to get on the bikes" I continued.

"Wait, if all your friends were guys then what am I your first boyfriend" he asked a little confused. "Ive never actually had a proper boyfriend because all the boys i hung out with never noticed me as anything more than just one of the guys" i sighed sadly. "I would have noticed you" Harry whispers giving me a light kiss on the lips. "I don't think you would have" I giggle a little. "Yes I would have" he argues. "You noticed me when I was dressed like a normal girl and not on a bike" I laugh. He shook his head "I was attracted to you. At the moment that I almost ran you over, I knew you were something special and when our eyes met it only confirmed it" he whispers in my ear. That made me smile. "Keep telling the story please, Love".

The next part was kind of hard to tell. "One day, I got angry at my mum, because she said I wasn't allowed to ride my bike ever again because I accidentally ran a chicken over" I bit my lip. Harry burst out into a fit of laughter, quickly recovering though, when he saw my slightly upset expression. "Let me guess, You were pissed off so you ran out to your bike" Harry smiled at me.



"You ran another chicken over" mum folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow at me. I knew I was in trouble, it was the third one in two months. "Yeah" I bowed my head, feeling terrible, I never meant to hit the chicken, it flew the wrong way. "How fast were you going" she questioned, tapping her foot on the wooden floor impatiently. "One hundred and twenty miles per hour" I mumbled, she's going to kill me. I watched as her eyes widened "NATALIE CARTER! YOU KNOW VERY WELL YOU AREN'T MEANT TO GO OVER A HUNDRED" she yelled, I could almost see steam coming out of her ears as she screamed at me "WHY CAN'T YOU ACT LIKE A GIRL, YOU MAKE THINGS SO MUCH HARDER". Tears welled up in my eyes at my mothers harsh words, she hated the fact that I was a female version of dad, she always wanted a girly girl who she could completely spoil.

"YOUR NEVER RIDING THAT BIKE OF YOURS AGAIN AND I BAN YOU FROM THE QUAD BIKES FOR A WEEK" she screamed. There was a crack of lightening that illuminated her figure for a second, making me feel like she was a monster from a horror movie. Tears freely fell down my cheeks as mum ranted on and on about how she wished I would be normal and that I was a disgrace to the family name. Every word she said made my blood boil, how can she say that about me when she knows I'm never going to be girly.

"A son would be girlier than you" mum fumed.

That's when I snapped, those words stabbed at my heart "I KNOW YOU NEVER WANTED ME, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO AND FUCKING SAY IT TO MY FACE"I screamed, sprinting out the front door without giving my mothers flabbergasted face a second look.

The rain hammered down on me from almost black clouds looming far above in the sky. The wind whipped around me, blowing my wet hair in my face. I knew this was stupid, dad never let me ride in this weather, hell! He never rode in it much himself. I revved my bike up, the faint screams of my mother becoming drowned out by the loud engine as I sped off down the muddy path.

There was one place I knew I could hide, the one place that mum could never find me in. The forest, this wasn't the first time I'd run away from her, there had been several other occasions where I've run off and had dad come out and find me. However I had never left in conditions like these though, they had always been to dangerous and I knew that, but today I was furious, I'd never been so angry in my life, so I just have to get away.

I expertly weaved in an out of the trees like I've done many times before, dad had always told me I was very agile on my bike. The thick, tall trees didn't usually intimidate me, the bigger they are the better their seen I always tell myself. But today was an exception, hot tears and heavy rain drops blurred my vision slightly and I had to be a little more careful than usual. Adrenalin surged through my body as I jumped the short cut down a small hill, landing on my front wheel perfectly as the back one landed a second later.

My riding had been perfect, up until a flash of lightning light up the forest, spooking me. I swerved to the left in fright, my back wheel clipping the trunk of a large tree. An ear piercing scream fell from my lips as I found myself flying forward, towards a rocky terrain. I put my arm out, trying to real my fall their was a sickening snap, followed by a searing pain in my chest. I cried out in pain, clutching my arm to my stomach as I stared down at a gash in my chest, crimson blood oozing out of it and seeping through the material of my shirt. "HELP" I cried out, praying someone could hear me, but I knew it was useless, I was alone, I was probably going to die from either pneumonia, loss of blood or I was going to be eaten by a bloodthirsty monster. "HELP" I screamed again and again, but no one could hear me.

I lay in the storm for a couple of hours, my body getting weaker and weaker by the minute. I was fighting a dying battle, no one was coming for me. My mind was starting to play tricks on me now, the sound of a motorbike seemed to grow louder and louder. But suddenly I realised I wasn't imaging things, my eyes snapped open "Dad" I cried out weakly, seeing his bike quickly come to a holt just beside me.

"Oh good lord, Natalie!" He exclaimed, Hurrying over to me and scooping my weak body up in his arms. "My bike" I cried out, I can't lose that,boys my prize possession. "I'll come get it tomorrow" he tried to get me on the bike, but I refused. "I can't leave it" I cried. Dad put me down on the back of his bike. "Natalie, listen to me" he grabbed my shoulders "your bike will be fine over night, I promise you I will get it tomorrow, but if we don't leave now, you'll never see tomorrow". Dad was always honest, even if it was telling his daughter she could die. I nodded my head, knowing that he would get it tomorrow as promised.

I held as tightly as i could onto dad as we zipped slickly through the trees, my arm that I knew was broken couldn't move and I had to keep it I my chest, holding on one handed. Dad took no time at all to get out of the forest, he was the best of the best and he had several sporting trophies to prove it.

Through the fat rain drops, I could just make out my mother standing on the back porch three hundred metres or so away. She was pacing back and forth, obviously worried, probably just about dad.


I screamed as a bolt of lightning struck just in front of the bike, dad swerved perfectly to miss it, but I could hold on, I found myself thumb long back, my back hitting muddy earth. Dad turned back to check if I was okay, but I wish he didn't, I echoed my mothers scream as I witnessed my father crash into the fence of the cows paddock. He went sailing over the top, his fall wasn't lucky like mine, his neck snapped at the impact of the ground, his body flopped forward, lifeless. "NOOOOO!!!" I screamed.

My father was dead.

Even the best riders have their weaknesses.

My fathers weakness was me.




Several tears had tumbled down my check through the duration of my story, Harry brushing them away gently every time. "I broke my arm in three places, and I need ten stitches for this horrible reminder of how I killed my father" I cried out, pushing away Harry's comforting arms. "If I hadn't of gone out in the first place he would have been fine, if I hadn't of cared so much about my bike he would have been fine and if I hadn't of fallen off, he would have been fine, I signed his death warrant three times" I sobbed. Harry shook his head "You can't blame yourself, you never knew that would happen". I ignored his comment "That day I told myself I could never get on a motorbike again, I changed slightly, becoming a little more feminine, to my mums delight" I rolled my eyes slightly. "That's why I'm scared of riding motorbikes again" I finished explaining to him.





I couldn't believe that Natalie thought she killed her father, she didn't know any of that stuff was going to happen, it could have happened at any moment. "It's ugly" she looked like she was about to burst into tears "I hate it".


I quickly stripped my top off, tossing it to the floor. "I have scars too" I whispered, gently bringing her fingers up to my ear, I rubbed them over the slightly raised scar behind my ear. No one knew about it, it was always hidden beneath my curly hair. Her fingers ran over it curiously for a couple of seconds before I moved her fingers to the underside of my left upper arm, near my armpit where her fingers ran over a two inch jagged scar. She looked up at me curiously "How".

"When I was hit with the bottle after My step dad killed my mum" I sighed "They remind me of how I was weak and couldn't save her". Natalie sat up properly beside me. I released her hand, but she kept it their, continually tracing over my scar. "Oh Harry" she whispered.

She leant into me, soft lips pressing multiple kisses to the damaged skin. A sigh of content was emitted from my mouth. My eyes fluttered close as I lolled my head back slightly, getting lost in her delicate touches on my skin. I was never treated like this before I met Natalie, It was always rough.

I caught hold of her chin, giving her a thankful smile and a soft kiss on the cheek. She lay back on the bed, her long hair flaying out all over the pillows, she was beautiful. "We may both hate them, but their part of us and who we are" I spoke.

One of Natalie's Hands clasped around mine, the other hesitantly going to the hem of the shirt she was wearing. I watched he as slowly she raised the fabric, revealing her breasts to me again. Smiled down at her, biting my lower lip as I stared down at her beautiful chest "Your scar can't be ugly, because you make it beautiful" I whispered, dipping my head down to her face, pressing a gentle kiss on her slightly trembling lips.

Her chest rose an fell quickly as I dotted several kisses over her scar, before I wrapped my lips around her taut nipple, receiving a quiet whimper as I tugged at the peak slightly. My other hand travelled up her stomach, cupping her right breast. I smiled upon hearing her breathing increase a little further. A gasp was released from her pink lips as I pinched the nipple between my thumb and index finger, rolling the sensitive nub between my fingers. She was just so innocent, I was having a difficult time believing she had ever ridden a motorbike. My mouth drew back, licking heated strokes of my tongue over her chest.

"Harry" Natalie gasped, her fingers sliding into the curls at the back of my neck, causing me to release a throaty moan as she fisted my ringlets. I don't know why, but I love it when she pulls my hair, it was a huge turn on for me. Maybe it was the thought of her having control over me, directing me to where she wanted my touch. She guided my hands over the smooth mounds of my chest, placing one over either of them. I smiled, realising she liked the feeling of my large hands engulfing her breasts. I responded by carefully kneading her chest, well aware of Natalie's inexperience with anything much to do with sex.

I glanced up at Natalie's beautiful face, smiling at the sight of her head Lolled back against the pillows, pretty green eyes closed as a string of quiet gasps were drawn between her parted lips. I took great pleasure in knowing I was the only one who had ever touched her body in this way, I hated the though of anyone else ever seeing her in her most vulnerable state.

A giggle escaped her mouth as I leant down, my lips wrapping around her nipple again pulling it taut, my hair tickling her skin as I did so. I drew back again, Natalie's laugh changing into a whimper at the loss in contact, fingers tightening in my hair as she shyly smiled up at me.

My face was tugged back down to her chest, my deep laugh vibrating against her breasts as I left wet kisses all over her pale skin. Natalie giggled as I licked a bold line up the valley between the two mounds of flesh. My chuckles joined Natalie's musical laughter as I nuzzled my face between her breaths. Her giggle was contagious, pushing me away as she rolled over onto her side, pulling the shirt back down to cover her chest.

"Nooo" I playfully whined, slotting my body in behind her. "Harry" she giggled as my hand skimmed back up under her top, my hand cupping one of her breasts. "I love how you fit so perfectly with me" I whispered, giving her chest a playful squeeze before my wrist was tugged away "Were like a jigsaw". Natalie quietly hummed in a reply as I held her tighter, protectively wrapping my arms round her body as I smiled at the feeling of her playing with my fingers. I slid my legs in between hers, pressing a few kisses to her ear. "Goodnight beautiful" I whispered softly in her ear, nuzzling my face into her neck. "Night Harry" she answered.




I listened to the steady sound of Harry's deep breathing for a while, I found myself unable to fall asleep. There was a familiar clenching feeling in my stomach, it always occurred when I thought of my father. I'd felt like this plenty of times before, it was a rather sickening feeling. I released a heavy sigh as I rolled over in Harry's arms, listening to the cute mumbles he spoke as he tugged me closer. I've always found Harry adorable when he's asleep, he looks so peaceful and calm, the way his curls fell around his face made him look younger, fragile almost. A thought occurred to me as I gently stroked his curls. Where's his real father?

His stepfathers a murder

His mums dead

His grandmothers dead

His sisters god knows where

And he's here.

Not once had he mentioned his father, it made me wonder...


Heeeelllllloooooo my lovely readers,

How are you all today? Did any of you suspect Natalie may not have been quite as she might seem? So that's Natalie's background now, did you like this chapter? I really hope so, next chapter will hopefully be up some time soon :)









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