What Goes Around Comes Back Around

Heidi POV

I hummed to myself as I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I slowly walked over to my clothes and quickly got changed. I strolled out of the bathroom only to see Harry quietly sitting on my bed with a small smile on his face.

Ever since I got kidnapped 2 days ago, Harry and I have become a lot closer. He’s been a lot nicer but still has that bad boy side to him and it’s HOT. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or a good thing. I mean it’s good for my revenge plans but it is messing up my feelings for him. It seems every day, my feelings grow stronger for him and honestly…it’s scaring me.

Since I found out that Harry and his gang and killed all of the Rivals in that building, I was kinda scared of him too…. I’m such a pussy.

I return the smile and walk up to him.

“Hey! What are you doing here? How did you get in my room?” I ask slightly confused. He chuckles at me.

“Babe, I’m a gang leader. I know how to pick locks.” He says still amused.

“I don’t know whether to be creeped out or fascinated.” I tease while crossing my arms over my chest. He raises his eyebrow at my comment as I slowly see a smile form on his face. A genuine smile with his dimples popping out. I really wanted to poke one of them but I felt a little awkward asking.

“Just go with fascinated for the time being love.” He replies while patting the empty space on the bed next to him. I give him a hesitant look.

“No funny business I know!” he says while holding up his hands but I could tell by his cheeky smirk he was making no promises. I roll my eyes before plopping down on the bed.

“What do you wanna do today love?” he asks genuinely. Wow this was a first. He’s never asked me what I wanted to do before.

I’m not stupid, I have questioned why he was suddenly being so nice to me before but I can only think of 2 explanations.
He’s either EXTREMELY desperate to get in my pants or he genuinely has feelings for me. I reallyyy hoped it was the second one….for the revenge of course…I think.

“Errrmmm I uhh I don’t know. What do you want to do?” I shrug.

“I can think of a few things…” he says cheekily while winking at me. Perv.

“Not gonna happen Styles.” I say quickly. For some reason I felt like I was lying. I reeaalllyyy wanted to. GODDAMNIT! He pouted at me causing me to laugh at him before replying.

“How about we just stay here for the time being and go to Zayn’s or something later on. To be honest I can’t be bothered to do anything today.” I say lazily.

“Sound good to me….” He says. “No funny business of course.” He says in a fake tone causing me to playfully slap him on the arm.

“Ouch. That actually really hurt!” he whines. I roll my eyes at his childish behaviour.

“Oh suck it up Styles! Honestly you are hardly acting like a badass gang leader.”

“Oh…so you think I’m badass huh?” he smirks at me.

“Oh shut it!” I playfully snap at him. I fall back on the bed landing on my back looking up at the ceiling. It goes quiet for a minute before he breaks the silence.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks curiously.

“Sure.” I nod my head.

“What does the “H” stand for on your necklace?” Shit…. I can’t tell him it stands for my name! I go blank for a moment. What the hell do I say?!

“It stands for umm my mother’s name. Her name was Helen…” I say faking sadness. Harry looks at me emotionless.

“Was?” he asks quietly. I sigh.

“She died in a car accident.” I decided to tell the truth for once and it felt good. He merely nods his head. Wow he said nothing? Is that classed as rude? I honestly don’t know.

He suddenly gets up off of the bed and turns to me.

“I have to go back to my house for a bit to get something but I’ll be back soon and then we can go to Zayn’s yeah?” he asks. I nod my head before he stalks off towards my bedroom door.

I hear the front door open and then close so I know he has left.

Did he believe me? I mean I know I was a good liar but he seemed to be the only one who could see right through me and it was actually kinda scary.

I’m so fucked……


Harry POV

As soon as I arrived at my house, I slammed the front door shut and turned around to face the wall before lifting my tight fist and ramming into it angrily.

She was fucking lying to me again!

If she didn’t want to talk about it, she could have just said she didn’t want to talk about it instead of lying to me!

Why was I so worked up over this?!

She’s just another girl right?

Just another shag?

Stop lying to yourself Styles!

I groan angrily before removing my hand from the broken wall and shoving it through my messy curls.

Was I getting…..feelings for her? FUCK! NO I AM NOT!

I need a distraction. Hang on! I’ll call that girl over again!

I desperately checked the time. It was only 2 so I had ages. I smirked to myself before grasping my mobile and dialling her number feeling slightly smug.

But why did I get this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach as the phone rang?

Oh well.

I need a shag anyways.

Heidi POV

It was now 6. Just on time! Harry had texted me saying he was going to pick me up at 6 to go to Zayn’s. I raced down the stairs as I heard honking from outside. Is knocking on a door really that hard? I roll my eyes as I leave.

I open the car door and jump in while slamming the door shut. Harry instantly drives off without even glancing or saying anything to me. Daffuq did I do wrong now? I decide to ignore this not wanting to anger him. He seemed pissed for some reason and I have no idea why.

As he drives, I notice some deep gnashes on his knuckles sitting on his lap. I gasp. What the hell happened?!

I reach out both of my hands and grasp his injured hand. However he seems unfazed by this. I use my thumb to gently run over his cuts.

“What happened Harry?” I whisper to him. He looks at the road angrily before meeting my soft gaze. He huffs at me but replies.

“Nothing.” He mumbles snatching his hand away from my grasp. Ok then?

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As soon as we arrive at Zayn’s house, Harry jumps out of the car and slams his door shut in my face and walks off.

WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS PROBLEM?!

I heavily sigh as I also get out of the car and walk towards Zayn’s front door which was already open. As I walk through, I hear talking from the living room so I go there to find Zayn and Harry talking in hushed tones. When Zayn sees me, his face lights up and he stands up.

“Adriana!” he says happily while opening his arms which I jump into and he wraps me in a tight embrace. Oh how I missed his hugs!

From the corner of my eye, I could see Harry glaring at the two of us but to be honest, I was getting used to his weird ass mood swings. I pull away giving Zayn a smile before sitting on the sofa behind me.

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“You did not seriously do that!” Zayn managed to choke out between his laughter. Harry honestly didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was not enjoying himself and was pissed so it was mostly just me and Zayn talking. I suddenly felt the urge to pee. Random right?

“Hey Zayn? Where’s the bathroom?” I ask.

“Upstairs second door on your right.” He says shooting me a small smile. I nod a thank you to him before following his instructions.

However as I reach the top of the stairs, I freeze. There is that weird door again! What is so weird about that door? It just gives off a dark atmosphere.

However me being stupid, my curiosity takes over as I walk towards the door until I am standing right in front of it. I turn around to see if anyone is behind me before taking a deep breath and turning the knob of the door….

Notes

I KNOW THIS WAS BORING BUT IT WAS A FILLER I'M SORRY!



Am I forgiven?




Is it just me who died here? *---------------*



When the teacher says 69 in math class....

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