"Nope."
They all laughed stiffly.
"What?" I frowned.
"That isn't how it works Harry." Louis smiled amusingly.
I sighed, my patience running thin. "I don't care how it works. She. Is. My. Fiancée."
He smirked, his eyebrows rising. "Whatever you say mate- Having fun trying to get that message across to Hannah though."
"Oh don't worry I will." I said hardly, my finger swiping in the digits to our North London clubhouse.
-Hannah POV-
"Touch me one more fucking time and I will fucking-" I paused mid rant. Who was I kidding? Here I was, sat next to some creepy fucking bodyguard whose muscles probably weighed more than a truck.
He smiled a toothy grin, his eyes shinning in amusement as they scanned my body greedily. "You'll do what sweetheart?"
My blood started to boil, my face growing hot in anger. "Oh I'm glad I'm amusing you because when Harry comes he's going to rip your fucking heart out and eat it on toast."
He just laughed; staring out the small window of the van I was shoved into. "Mr Styles will not look for you, you are just getting your hopes up."
The thick plastic guards around my wrist were digging into my skin painfully, blood welling at the cuts already. "How much do you want to bet that he wont come and kick your fat ass you little shit."
Maybe I was crossing the line here.. Then again, they did KIDNAP me.
He shot me a toothy grin with a little shake of his head.
"Oh am I still amusing you?" The words came out bitterly as my body slammed into the car wall as we turned a sharp corner.
He ignored me stiffly, the arrogant toothy grin flashing as the car jumped forward, pushing me backwards against both my restraints and the car wall. As quickly as it had started, the car stopped, the sound of banged doors echoing in the silence. Mentally, and physically, I braced myself.
"What are you doing?" He laughed, looking at my pointedly.
I ignored him, my brow furrowing in concentration as I prepared to shoot forwards as soon as the doors opened.
And they did open.
And yes I did shoot out...
Only to fall to the ground.. On my face.
"Fuck-" I spat, my head planted firmly to the gravel, blood now seeping onto the stones from my head.
Deep laughter filled the cool air around me. "Well aren't you just something?"
From my position, I turned slightly- coming face to face with Harry.
"Harry?" I choked, my words cloaked in... relief?
Why the FUCK was I relieved?
Laughter burst from his smirked lips, his eyes glinting harshly as he stared at me, his boot-clad foot nudging me softly in hip.
Bending down into a crouching position, he smiled- a twisted grimace that didn't seem to reach his eyes. "No, no dear Hannah. I am not Harry."
My eyes narrowed into Harry's, my lips tweaking into a confused smirk. His greens eyes were the same, as were his lips, his dimples, his fucking curly hair. "Are you sure?"
In a flash he had scooped me up into his arms, my bloodied skin coming into contact with his suit as he did so. "I'll show you how sure I am."
What does that even mean?
He walked swiftly, confidently, up the gravel driveway- an entourage of about ten people following besides him, watching, always watching. Harry smelt different. Instead of cigarettes and musk and sex and seduction he smelt clean. And clean was definitely not a word to describe Harry, certainly not. The doors to a large house were opened by-
"What the fuck?" The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Two scantily clad women opened the doors, their red painted lips pouting in sheer delight at 'Harrys' apparent entrance.
He smirked down at me, his grip solidifying as I started to squirm. "Welcome to Perkins and Co HQ, my darling."
I frowned. "Ew."
His chest rumbled as he laughed, his hot breath fanning over my neck. "Let's have a drink."
"Let's not." I bit back pushing in vain at his arms.
He waved off his guards and turned down a corridor sharply, pushing against a section of the wall that gave in to a secret room. It was dark, the room illuminated softly by an aray of wall lamps. The main focus of the room was a stage with a single chair placed in the middle. Next to it stood a perky blonde, clad in only her underwear. She was pretty, extremely pretty, but Harry took no notice to her as he set me down on one of the couches facing the stage.
"Dance for me." He snapped at her, his green eyes never leaving mine as he commanded her.
From the corner of my eye I could see her slowly move to the beat of the music that had filled the room. "Who are you?"
He ignored my question, shrugging off his suit jacket to reveal a sharply tailored shirt that clung to his slim body, his fingers released his tie, swiftly undoing the buttons, his fingers working quickly and skillfully, I felt my mouth go dry. "What would you like to drink love?"
I ignored him this time, blinking away my thoughts. "Who are you?"
"Don't move from this spot or there will be consequences of another kind."
I didn't move. If it was the Harry I knew before then I would of but this.. This 'Harry' meant business. There was something cruel in his eyes, something that spoke danger.
He appeared seconds later with two drinks in his hands, wordlessly he handed me one as he sat next to me, his hands bringing the glass to his lips as he gazed over me.
He didn't comment on my head wound.
"Begin." He ordered, his voice low, raspy against the thumping, seductive background music.
"Begin what?" I managed to squeak out before dulling my dry throat with the drink.
Scotch, he had given me scotch. Of all the things.
"The questions you have."
I bit my lip silently, my mind racking over the questions. "Who are you?"
He sighed, putting his now empty glass down. "Oliver, my name is Oliver. Oliver Styles."
A gasped filled the room- I realized it had come from me. "You.. are Harry's... brother?"
"Correct." He smirked. "Although I do not want to be, I am indeed his flesh and blood, his twin, his carbon copy." He rolled his eyes at the last parts, obvious disdain in his voice.
"Why am I here?" The words tasted bitter in my mouth as I spoke them- did I really want to know the answer?
"Because, love, Harry wants you.. and what ever he wants.. Well I just cant let him have it, can I now?" I felt nauseous as he spoke the words, Oliver speaking about me as if I was a toy to Harry.
"And maybe.." His voice dropped sensually, his lips parting as he placed them next to my ear. "Maybe I want you too."
Chapter 22
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