Vera's POV
I walk away not looking back, it's about at least a 20 minute walk to my house. I feel in my jean pockets searching for my phone. Oh my gosh. I left at his house, and somehow on que a black range rover pulls up.
"Forgetting something babe? He asks holding up my phone.
I walk up to the window to snatch my phone back.
"Oh no, if you want your phone you have to let me give you a ride." I want to refuse but my legs are sore from the party and I need my phone back.
I roll my eyes stomping towards the passenger door. I try to keep the car ride quiet but he keeps asking me questions like where I live, and who I live with.
"Can i have my phone back?" I say clearly annoyed.
He smirks and takes the phone out of his pocket, one hand one the wheel.
“You’re in my neighborhood, how is it that I haven’t see you around?” he asks with furrowing eyebrows.
I ignore him and hold out my hand for him to give it to me, but instead he slides it in my front pocket. "Hands off perv!" He is disgusting.
“You liked it last night, gorg. What made you change your mind?” he says and licks his lips.
I make a face and look away.
“You didn’t answer my question.” He says threateningly.
“I’ve just moved here.” I answer quickly and swallow.
What he did to me earlier on the sidewalk… I was somehow afraid of him. We arrive at my apartment.
Finally!! "Here ya go babe." He winks with those amazing dimples.
I was about to get out but he pulls my hand back.
“What?”
"Do you have a boyfriend?" The words sting as they travel through my ears.
"Thanks" I say ignoring his question.
Tears form in my eyes as I leave.

Harry’s POV:
Before she goes into the house, our eyes met one more time and then she closes the door.
I hit the pedal.
Why did she go all upset like that?
Maybe she had just broken up with that Jake shit.
Good for me… getting into a broken hearted girl’s pants is easy as they are emotionally devastated.
All they need is someone to listen to them, they cry and that’s when you should hug them, stroke their hair and then you’re in their pants.
My phone rings.
“Hey Lou.”
“How was last night?” he asks.
“I didn’tget laid if that’s what you wanna know. ”
He chuckles and hangs up.
I stop the car as I see a familiar figure, a girl, walking on the side walk.
I pull down the window and whistle.
She watches her back and then her eyes stops, staring at me.
I gesture into the car with my head but she starts to walk faster and puts her hand in her pockets and enters a bar.
I curse and park the car and follow her.
My eyes search for her and I found her sitting on a stool.
“There you are.” I say and grab her jacket and pull her off the seat.
The bartender opened his mouth to say something but I shot him a death glare and he shuts up.
“Let me go!! Who the hell are you?” she shrieks as I tug her outside.
“You know exactly who I am. Last night, the club, Vera.” I snap at her and let her go.
“What do you want from me, Harry?” she says, obviously scared.
“Oh so you know who I am! Good. Who is your friend’s fucking boyfriend?” I say through gritted teeth.
“I… I don’t know.” She stutters.
I give her a wry smile.
“If you don’t want me to give you a red hot cheek, then answer my question.” I say as I hold her chin in my hand.
“His name was Jacob Peters.” She cries silently as I put more pressure on my fingers, holding her chin tightly.
“Was?” I ask.
“Yes. He’s dead.” She murmurs.
He’s dead? Oh… great.
I didn’t have tp put much effort to make her mine.
She belonged to no one but me.
I let her go.
She exhales slowly as relief.
“What is your name?” I ask her.
“Ar.. Ariana.” She stutters.
“Nice to meet you Ariana.” I say as I walk towards my car, with a wide smile on my face.

Notes

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