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?"
"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."