Harry wasn't happy, it was obvious. His face was contorted in an angry frown, eyes blazing as he took slow steps towards Jane.

His eyes didn't waver from her face as the distance between them decreased. The way he was approaching her, his expression, his stare- it could only be described as predatory. It was like a predator approaching its prey in calm and slow steps, in the fear of not scaring it away, much like Harry was trying to do. There were many things Jane penned Harry Styles as, but a predator were none of them.

Jane gulped. With the exception of the nervousness fluttering in her stomach and the heavy thudding of her heart, she didn't know what she was feeling. Yes, she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to do. So what? She wasn't scared of the man whose eyes were burning with a dire need to do rather hurt something..

He was desperately trying to search for something to get his anger on, before the girl in front of him became the subject. God forbid, he wouldn't ever hit her. For injuring and hurting someone physically wasn't the only way in his mind to get the anger out. There were many other ways. Many, many deadly ways.

He happened to know them all.

"I asked you a question."

His voice was raw and slow, like he was afraid of raising his voice. His stare wasn't faltering from her eyes, neither were his steps from their way.

"What does it look like?" Jane had the nerve to raise her eyebrow, let alone be sassy in a situation like this. The truth was, she was trying to get a rise out of him, to see a little - if there was any- ounce of emotion he had locked inside him.

The vulnerability Harry had shown her that night at the park was the only form of emotion she knew he possessed. And the way his eyebrow twitched and jaw hardened, Jane knew she had got through him. His eyes burned the longer he looked at the necklace in her hand.

Clenching and unclenching his fists, he moved forward.

"Snooping won't get you anywhere, darling. You should know that."

His voice was cold and for a moment Jane wondered why seeing that necklace in her hand hit such a nerve in him. It wasn't like she had found something she wasn't supposed to. Or maybe she had.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled, embarrassment taking over her features as her senses suddenly came to her. She had just proved what kind of a person she really was; a creep.

"It fell out of your pocket." She extended her hand for him to take the necklace and with the speed of light he snatched the necklace from her hand.

Jane watched, slowly as he fisted it. Confusion laced with curiosity clogged up her mind as she found her mouth moving and lips forming the words of their own accord.

"Whom does this belong to?" It was as if a switched was flipped inside Harry. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now as he looked at her with burning eyes. His jaw was clenched and she could see his hands - that were holding the necklace as if his life depended on it - twitching. His nostrils flared and if Jane wouldn't have been so curious, she would have definitely been scared of the very man standing before her.

In her haze, she almost didn't hear him chocking the words, "No one."

Her eyebrow raised, surprise clearly showing on her face, "So that's why you're becoming overly defensive for this? Just because it doesn't belong to anyone?"

Her words were only adding fuel to the fire, she was aware of this and also of the fact that he was clearly lying. Between her and her heart, she knew he was in lot of pain and hurt, and she also knew that he had kept it hidden for so long.

Something was holding him back. He needed to let it out.

"Like I said," he grunted, jaw clenched and eyes wide, "it belongs to no one."

"No one?" She mused, eyes bright with the things cooking up inside her. "Does that mean Emerson?"

Maybe she shouldn't have said that. Maybe it was all for the better if she had just kept her mouth shut. Maybe she was wrong. And the way Harry reacted, she knew she had gone too far.

In three long but quick strides he was standing in front of her, his hands grasping at her shoulders firmly, but not much to hurt her. Her eyes widened at their close proximity and something inside her chest clenched as fear overtook her body.

"Why are you so adamant about poking your nose wherever it's not needed, huh?"

He shook her gently, as you would a child who needed to be put in some sense. His voice was heavy with an unidentifiable emotion. "I've said it before, and I'll say it a million times. Stay out of my business. Neither of it concerns you. And to answer your question; no. It isn't Emerson's."

Jane was speechless. If not Emerson, then who?

"You're a curious thing," he mused, eyes that were before hooded now clear and bright, reminding Jane of the sun that comes out after days and days of cold, rainy weather. "You can't keep to yourself, can you?"

It was supposed to be rhetorical, but Jane could help but answer, shaking his hands off her shoulders. "Remember earlier, when you asked me to drive you, you told me I could get anything I wanted from you. So this is me getting that, Harry. If it isn't Emerson's, then whose? And why were you getting so upset over this? It wasn't as if I committed a crime."

Harry's eyes turned to the previous, darker shade. Jane frowned as he retreated back to where he had placed his wet clothes. Picking up his belongings, he didn't look back as he made his way towards the door of Jane's apartment. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, not turning to face her and speaking in his monotonous voice.

"I'm having dinner at my house," he paused, as if collecting his thoughts, "I'm sure Matt had told you. I'll see you tomorrow night."

The door shut after him not so loudly as you would expect it to shut after an angry person had stormed off. Jane sighed.

Only if she had kept her mouth shut.

•*•*

The night of the dinner came quicker than expected. All day yesterday and most of today, Jane had spent worrying over what had gone down the previous day. She wasn't the one to upset people, not ever had she done something to make them angry at her. But with Harry, she seemed to be doing it a lot.

Des came to her house at five, two hours before they were required to leave. Even she noticed the sudden downhill in her behaviour and asked about it, to which Jane replied with a mere nothing.

While what she wanted to say was she was terribly scared and nervous to meet Harry.

They arrived at Harry's house on time. Jane hadn't been there before, and spent hours noticing each and every detail about the interior after Harry had opened the door and invited them in (not before giving Matt and Des a warm greeting and Jane a cold one).

She couldn't help but observe that his house definitely had a homey feeling to it, a comfortableness that lacked in her apartment. With the delicious smell that lingered in the air and the cold looks Harry spent giving her when he thought no one was noticing, Jane didn't know whether to feel welcomed or upset.

Dinner didn't go as she had planned. By luck (or call it Harry's wicked trick), she had ended up sitting right in front of Harry, who was inconspicuously glaring at her. Throughout she had kept her head down, not once glancing up in fear of facing his cold eyes again except when someone asked her to pass something.

And when Harry had not so discreetly managed to spill her glass of red wine over the white shirt she was wearing, she had decided it was enough. Passing him an angry look as he looked at her with his fake apologetic look, she had stormed off to find the bathroom, not knowing where it actually was.

And now, she was sitting in his backyard which surprisingly had a swing. She sighed, the cold wind nipping at her skin and the wine on her shirt leaving a big, red stain. She could already see herself spending hours trying to get that stain off her damn shirt.

"The stain will come off if you use salt and boiling water, you know?"

Surprised at the sudden intrusion, she jumped off the swing she was sitting at. Turning around, she found Harry standing with his hands in his pockets, leaning casually against the trees. It was dark, and she was thankful for not having to deal with his cold eyes.

"Can you leave me alone for a moment please?"

She heard his chuckle and found him approaching her. The moon light illuminated some of his features and she found it surprising to see his eyes, for once, showed nothing but warmth.

"You didn't seem to do that yesterday, so why should I now?"

His tone was playful, making her cheeks redden. And his way of speaking told her that he was well over what had gone down between then yesterday. This man was totally bipolar.

"Seriously, Styles? You're gonna hold that against me?"

He shrugged, planting himself in the swing next to her. "I'm only returning the favour. Besides," he threw a quick glance over at her to see whether she was listening, which she was definitely doing.

" I'm gonna tell you something about what you asked me; the necklace, only if you promise to keep your mouth shut."

She was confused. "What?"

"Remember, keep your mouth closed," he taunted, passing her a - fake - glare this time.

"I will, I promise. But first tell me what all this is about. I'm confused."

He chuckled, "I know." Pausing, he mentally prayed for strength and courage and turned to look at her. "Once upon a ti-.."

"You're speaking as if it's a story," He groaned and didn't hold back from clamping a hand against her mouth. Beneath it, he could feel her lips stretching in smile.

"It is," he sighed, "It's mine's and Emerson's story."

Notes

So here it is, after a month's wait which I'm terribly sorry for. As you may know, English is not my first language so there's bound to be many mistakes throughout this chapter and the previous ones. I'll fix them as soon as I can.

Comment your thoughts as I really like reading them.

Stay blessed.