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"Lovely to see you again Styles" I watched Dale circle me and Calvin in a empty car park. I wasn't scared, but Calv was.
"I wish I could say the same Dale" I sniggered.
"Aha, yes, of course you could" Dale scratched his stubbly chin disgustingly. My phone rang in my pocket, "I gotta get this" I walked off.
"Babe, I'm kinda busy right now, can I ring you later?" I held the phone to my ear, looking at Dale who was inches away from Calvin's face. "Okay, what time?" Her voice was nectar to my ears.
"Go to mine, theres a key under the mat, i'll be back in a hour or so" I said.
"Okay, love you"
"Love you too baby" I shoved my phone back into my pocket, turning around, just in time to see Dale's fist clattering with Calvin's jaw. "Oh fuck" I hissed, rushing towards the scene.
"I want my fucking money Calvin" Dale kicked him hard, he hurled over, coughing blood from his gasping mouth. "Dale, stop" I stood between the men. Dales two guys at his side.
"Harry, I need my money, now, I fucking need it!" He hissed, I looked down at Calvin, looking at me with sorrowing eyes, I couldn't let my cousin suffer like this, not when he's family. "I'll give you the money, give me a minute" I sighed, sulking over to my car I opened the door pulling out my check book from the side passage, scribbling down on to it. "N-no H-harry it-s fine" Calvin stuttered, I helped him to his feet. "Here" I passed Dale the check, but before he took it, I kicked him hard in the shin, then dropping the check to the floor. "Fuck you" I spat down on it. Before his two guys flinched I sent them doth death stares before heading back to my car, Calvin stumbling at my side. "Your a dick Calvin" I groaned.
It's half fucking 3 in the morning and Harry is still not here.
I'm not really not sure on what to do, I'm alone in Harry's house, not really sure on where everything is, apart from on how to make myself a cup of tea.
I decided to go to bed, so I managed to find Harry's room in this massive house.
I pulled on one of his shirts, wearing just my pants under the long shirt.
I slid into his large king sized bed, looking at a photo frame on the side cupboard, a picture of Harry standing in between two beautiful women, one must be his Mother, and the other his sister.
A minutes later I heard keys rattling then the front door opening.
"Vicky?" Harry's voice erupted the halls of his house, I didn't move a muscle or speak, I just sunk myself further into the warmth of his bed, the pillows smelling of him.
The bedroom door opened slightly, a strip of light shining through.
I heard the rustle of his jeans, and the bed caved in slightly as he slipped in.
A cold arm slipped around my waist, rising up the top that hugged me loosely.
"I'm so sorry baby" He muffled into my ear, pulling me close to him so we spooned tightly.
"Whatever Harry, I'll talk to you in the morning" I shuffled out of his grip, only seconds later he wrapped his arm around me again, I was too tired to fight.