Harry POV-
My phone was ringing in my back pocket, the irritating vibrate rang and rang and rang. Finally, irritation in my blood reached a boiling point and I snapped the iPhone out and pressed 'Accept' to the unknown number.
"Styles." I snapped coldly, no patience or mercy in my voice.
Not until I find her.
"Hello Harold."
I would recognize that sweet, malicing, ignorantly pathetic voice anywhere. My hand pressed the 'end' call button swiftly, hanging up on her.
"Who was that?" Niall asked quietly.
"Jessie." I spat in distaste.
The room filled in an awkward silence at the mention of my ex girlfriend. She was, without a doubt, a psychopath. A psychopath who currently will not leave me the fuck alone-
My phone started to ring again, cutting me out of my thoughts.
Picking it up, I angrily cursed into the phone. "If you do not leave me the fuck alone Jessie I swear to god-"
"Harry?" It.. was Hannah? I pressed my ear into the phone painfully, trying to almost reach out to her. "HARRY HELP-"
I tried to say something but I couldn't, the phone was ripped away from her. "That's right Haz babe, I've got your precious slut with me here. And as much fun as she was, I think it's time I handed her over to the sluthouse once and for all."
I felt the colour drain from my face at her words. She had all the power in this situation, and she knew it. "If you dare fucking give her to them I will fuck you over and slay you by my own hand."
Her tinkling laugh echoed over the phone, sending sharp goosebumps down my spine. "Oh Harry darling you will be fucking my over very soon-Once I get this whore out of the way that is." The line beeped as she hung up, the noise cutting my deeply as my mind raced for thoughts.
"So I'm just going to take a wild guess and say that she is giving them over to Perkins and Co.?" Louis said softly, his arm reaching out to grab my shoulder.
I tensed my jaw, snapping my shoulder away from his outstretched hand as I paced the room. "If you do not find her I will kill you all."
They stared back at me, their eyes questioning me, their mouths slack.
Zayn yet again breathed out smoke from his smirking lips. "She is just a girl Harry there are plenty more where she came from."
My legs had carried me halfway across the room before I knew it- My fist crunching down on his chiseled jaw like steel, blood pooling from my rings. My arm drew back to knock him again but Liam had caught me, his steely eyes warning me to stop.
I looked down to see Zayn's green eyes ablaze as he clutched his bleeding jaw, his smirk long gone. "Why is she that fucking important Harry? We are your brothers.. And you would put that all away for some slut?! What the fuck is wrong with you man?"
Slowly, I crouched down on my legs to look him in the eye directly. "That 'slut' is my fiancée you bastard- And I suggest if you want to remain brothers that you either shut the hell up or LEAVE."
"Fiancée?!" Louis semi squeaked, his voice rising slightly.
"I thought she was your girlfriend?" Niall added slowly, his brows scrunching as he helped Zayn up, blood smearing on his hoodie as he did so.
Ignoring them, I stood up from my position, my phone poised in my hand to make some calls.
Louis laughed. "Does she know that your engaged?"
