The Enemy [17+]

I hated living in that stupid penthouse in the sky all because it belonged to Harry. He gave me everything I physically needed except respect, and that made me resent the situation.

I only stayed for Hunter since he did not get along well with his family, I only supported him because I loved him and wanted to be near him whether Harry tried to interfere or not.

Harry definitely did interfere, one day I overheard a conversation they were having in the living room.

"Why is she here? You two don't fit at all." Harry said as he twisted a glass of liquor in his hand. "I never thought you fit."

"You must like her somewhat since you went in a shower with her." Hunter snapped as he drank the liquid out of a glass in his hand.

" That was a misunderstanding." Harry leaned forward.

"It's the type of misunderstanding that seemingly only Harry Styles seems to make." Hunter answered.

Harry slumped back in his seat putting his glass on a side table. He chuckled as he looked up at the large chandelier that hung above them.

"Is it wrong that your dumb bitch happened to be living with you at the time your apartment got set on fire? For all we know she could have done it on purpose to live here!" Harry said a bit louder.

"Do not refer to her as a bitch--"

"I'll call her what she is, and she's a bitch who can't tell her man's cock from a stranger's." Harry leaned forward, his eyes glazed. He had enough to drink, and so did Hunter. Still, Hunter got up and connected his fist with Harry's cheek, only making Harry laugh in response.

Hunter held onto Harry's collar almost lifting Harry out of his seat, Harry smirked as blood seeped out of his mouth.

"Take that back!" Hunter urged Harry as he punched him again. Harry laughed even more, at this point they got loud enough where I had to intervene. I attempted to hold Hunter back, but he was relentlessly trying to hurt Harry. Harry had a few cuts on his face now, and finally I got Hunter to stand down.

He stepped away as I had his face in the palms of my hands. "Calm down, don't let him get to you, please."

Finally, Harry stood up and smirked.

"You love each other so much don't you? You're always there for her like you're her little bitch." Harry mocked as he struggled to stand up straight.

"Love is something you can't understand." I shook my head and walked off, trying to remove myself from the tension. As I walked away Harry swung one good punch at Hunter, causing the fight to reignite again. I immediately ran back over and broke up the fight once more.

"I had to get one in." Harry informed us as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "If you're so in love then be on the street and in love! Leave my fucking house!"

"You're an asshole! You only do things to stroke your own ego!" Hunter shouted.

"And you're a bitch who falls to his knees anytime you get your prick into someone's cunt." Harry spat back. I held Hunter back.

"Pack the shit I bought you, and leave. Simple as that." Harry said as he walked into his master bedroom and slammed the door.

Hunter and I did exactly as we were told and packed our things, we got out of there before dawn. We were officially homeless, Harry left us a wad of cash by the door that we couldn't pass up. That was the last time I thought Harry would be paying something for me.

After about 2 weeks of staying in a hotel, money was running low and I was getting desperate. Hunter resented everything, he resented me ending his friendship, Harry kicking us out, everything. He was too nice of a guy to admit his true feelings.

I needed to get out of the house to get away from Hunter and his drama, and I found an old store full of antiques. A tiny bell rang as I opened the door to the store and looked around.

There were many expensive vases and jewelry boxes along with little figurines, but what caught my eye was a little music box. It had a woman and a man dancing in what seemed to be a late 19th-century ball, and when wound up they began to spin as little music chimed from it.

"A wonderful piece." A man's voice said from behind.

I jumped and even almost dropped it, he helped me set it back down on the display. It was a man who seemed to be about middle-aged with rectangular rimless glasses.

"It's gorgeous." I said as I looked back at the little antique.

"It's yours." He said softly. "I'll get you a bag."

"Oh no... I can't afford it I'm sure." I said as I shook my hand.

"It's already paid for." The main informed me.

"Paid for? By who?" I asked with a squint.

"A young boy about your age with curly hair." He said. Hunter could never afford something like this.

"I think you're mistaken, this definitely isn't mine." I shook my head. "Was that boy blonde with blue eyes?"

"No, he had dark hair and green ones." The man said. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach.

"Let me get that packed up for you--" He said as he started making his way to the cash register.

"No... it's fine. I'll pass." I said as I scurried out of the shop. It couldn't have been Harry, it just couldn't have been.

I went to a nearby diner to get dinner and take my mind off of things. After eating my meal it was time for the check, and the thought of spending the money was killing me. I stuffed cash inside the checkbook and handed it to the waitress as she walked off to pay for my meal, and a few minutes later she returned with cash in her hand.

"Someone else who paid debit covered you." She informed me. I was shocked.

"Do you know who?" I asked nervously.

"No, my manager told me." She said as she stuffed a pencil behind her ear. She seemed happy for me. "Seems like you've got a secret admirer."

"I've got to go." I said rushing out of the diner.

"Better go find 'em, sweet face!" The waitress shouted after me.

I stood outside and stuck out my hand for a cab, and instead of a yellow cab pulling in front of me a black truck did. The back window rolled down and Harry who sat inside smirked at me.

"Jump in."

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