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Chapter 11 Runaway

Chapter 11 Runaway

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**Harry’s POV**

I look around and see Tristan sitting on a big fluffy red couch in between 3 strippers by his side.

Assuming the two other ones were for us…

“Harry, Zayn! Great to see you guys, sit, sit down!” Tristan says with his fake attitude. Casually I sit down while snapping my fingers. Two of my decoys appear from behind a curtain with a sleek black suitcase. Perfect, I say to myself. They place it in front of me as I put in the code.

What we were doing was illegal but I couldn’t give less of a shit, I’ve been doing this all my life. And with much more dangerous and serious cases, with people who would be ready to shoot you in a second.

The suitcase clicks open reveling 24 grand, perfect. Zayn grabs the suitcase and turns it around so it can face Tristan.

“Great, now that you’ve got the cash we can talk business.” Tristan snaps his fingers and the two strippers walk over to Zayn and me. One of them sits on my lap while biting her lips. Her tits were fake, shit loud of makeup and I felt disgusted.

They start giving us lap dances, while we discuss the deal with Tristan. I was pretty used to it, being grinded by a stripper while doing deals. It was normal to me.

The fears that scare people in the world today are only my comfort.

**Bea’s POV**

It’s been an hour since we got home, 11:00pm. Yeah we left the club early but that was cause they left early. What did they have so important? Whatever, I was starting to get impatient because Harry said he would come here once he’s done. Casper’s giggle brings me back to my senses.

“What?” I ask looking at her confused. She starts giggling even more. What is she up to>

“ZAYN KISSED ME!!!! Oh and he felt me up too, I can’t stop thinking about!” She squeals under her breath. Oh god…

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN FELT YOU UP?” I shout getting worried. She rolls her eyes and laughs.

“Oh my gosh Bea, your such a nun. It’s when the guy put’s his hand into your bra, duh!” Ohhh, gosh I am stupid.

“Where the heck did this all happen huh?” Curiosity taking over me.

“Well when you and Mr. Styles were sucking each others faces off in the alley, what was I suppose to do stare. Not into live porn here!” Her comment makes me flush a shade of embarrassment. I lightly slap her arm and we break down laughing.

After about another hour or so watching movies and talking about tonight Casper leaves to go take her bath, once again leaving me alone with my thoughts and worries about the one man that drives me insane.

I start to think about what he told me today. Why don’t I run away from this criminal, possibly killer; and the worse part is when I try he puts me under his spell. And I keep coming back.

It’s a quarter after twelve and I’m worried more then ever. Harry said he would come after. It’s been 3 or 4 hours. He wouldn’t miss an opportunity like this especially after what we did in the alley.

THAT’S IT! I don’t freakin care if I will look like those stalker girls but I’m going to see what’s going. I put on a sweater over my tank top and sweats and throw on a pair of Uggs; real classy Bea. I leave a note on the fridge to tell Casper where I went and grab my keys. It was about a 30 minute walk from here to Harry’s and since it’s not legal for me to drive I decide to take a cab.

Once the apartment appears in view, I start to get a little nervous. What if he’s not home, or worse the dealing is happening at his house. No that wouldn’t make sense, if I were a criminal I wouldn’t want people to know where I lived.

**Harry’s POV**

“Mmm Harry, please fuck me, hard...” Molly (the stripper from the lounge) moans into my ear while taking off my shirt. Fuck I shouldn’t be doing this, a big part of me says thinking about Bea. Shut the fuck up, you are in no relationship with her, so who gives a fuck.

Just as she starts kissing my jaw line I look at my wrist to check the time, 12:30 am. Hell! I forgot to see Bea. Whatever I have a bitch right on my lap to play with instead of her. She quickly lowers her hands and starts fumbling with the clasp of my belt, when suddenly a feeling hits me, a very uncomfortable feeling that I never felt before; the feeling of guilt.

What the hell Harry, why do you care about Bea so much! FUCK.

I quickly push Molly off making her stumble to the ground!

“What the hell is your problem Harry, can’t you see we are having a good time!” She yells at me while putting trying to get back on my lap. Stupid whore.

“Out! Fuck get out now!” I yell at her pointing to the door. She gasps and starts gathering her shit.

“That is no way to fuckin treat a woman, Styles!”

“You’re a dirty stripper, don’t expect to be treated like a queen.” I snap back, while following her to the door. I would have just hit her on spot, I know I could but I knew better.

I open the door and the cool air of the hallway hits my naked torso.

**Bea’s POV**

As the elevator doors slide open, I step onto floor nine. I hear faint talking from the distance but I decide to ignore it. I turn the hallway where the apartments 912-921 are, remembering that Harry’s is 918. As I turn the perfect
90 degree angle my heart drops, my legs go weak, and my mind goes numb.

There he was standing, shirtless. A girl in a short skimpy dress and very high heals walking out of the door; her hair out of place. Tears start to fill my eyes. HOW THE HELL COULD HE DO THIS! What was I thinking, falling for a guy like him. A loud whimper escapes my mouth and I quickly slap my hands over it.

Harry’s head sharply turns my direction and his eyes go wide. The slutty girl passes by me, shoving me in the shoulder. This is too hard to handle; my legs start to shake.

“Bea, FUCK, it’s really not what it looks like!” Seriously Harry, that’s all you could have fuckin thought of. He runs to my trembling body and tries to pull me for an embrace.

I slap his hand away in disgust, “DON’T FUCKIN TOUCH ME! I DON’T WANT HER GERMS ON ME!” His eyes narrow and pupil’s dilate, his green eyes now black. I was scared out of mind, because no girl would have ever said that too Harry styles in a million years, never, knowing his anger. His veins in his neck stick out as his whole body tenses. I step backwards as he steps forwards.

Just as he’s about to speak I cut him off with my anger that’s becoming courage, “HARRY I SAID DON’T FUCKIN TOUCH ME, LET ME LEAVE!” I yell at the top of my lunges, tears pouring out of my eyes. He grabs my shoulders and shoves me into the wall. I shriek even louder as the pain shatters threw my back, knowing what he did will leave a bruise.

“CAN YOU FUCKIN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME EXPLAIN GOD DAMMIT.” He spits in my face, while shoving me further into the wall, pain going threw my whole body. I have never seem him this angry, and I was really scared, scared for my own life.

Suddenly the door two 920 flies open, a grumpy old man steps out shouting. “Can both of you quiet down with this racket. I am clearly trying to sleep, what on earth is going on?” The elderly’s man’s light blue eyes meet mine; his face softens, as he scratches his white fluffy beard.

“We are trying to solve something out, old man! So please mind your own god damn business!” Harry shouts while his fingers dig deeper into my shoulders. I whimper because the pain starts becoming unbearable.

“Let her go young man…” The adorable little old man states boldly. Harry just laughs cockily in his face.

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and go back to sleep!” My shoulders start to go numb and black circles start to creep in the corner of my eyes.

The man clears his throat, trying to stand up tall with all his force. “Let her go, or I’m calling the police department.” Oh no what is the old man thinking. Harry doesn’t do anything.

“H-harry your hurting me, p-please l-let go.” I try to stammer while tears flow down my puffy red cheeks. Harry squeezes my shoulders one more time before he drops his hands to the side. I stumble to the ground as the pain in my back and shoulders start to swell with relief. His gaze softens as he stares at the red marks now turning purple, does he feel sorry? He reaches down to help me, but I slap his hand away.

“Stay away from me, it’s done!” And with those words, I step past Harry, smashing my shoulder against his arm, thank the Man and leave.
Stay strong Bea, don’t cry, don’t cry. Once I step out of the apartment and let the cold air hit me, the tears start pouring out like a fuckin waterfall.

I run to the cab that brought me here as I hear Harry yell behind me. I quickly get in and the cab drives off, taking me away from the monster but being slowly captured by my thoughts…