Harry had been ignoring me since he stormed out of my bedroom a couple of nights ago. I honestly didn't know what his problem was. I didn't know this man at all, and I didn't care to. Not after seeing the type of cold hearted asshole he was, getting to know him was immediately out of the question.

But that didn't help my morbid curiosity for him, it's like my brain couldn't accept the fact that he didn't want to be around me. It needed validation and made me even more curious about what Harry would do next. But then I also didn't want to seem too eager for him, he was still the asshole who kidnapped me and pulled a gun to my head. I don't know, maybe it was my sheltered upbringing that was making me rebel now that there's an opportunity.

Maybe I liked the way this danger felt, the danger that radiated off of him...

"Who's picking the next movie?" Liam asks, setting up Netflix on the TV. Today we were watching movies in the living room, Liam, Niall and Louis were on some chairs they brought from the kitchen while Zayn and I took the couch, sitting side by side making our knees occasionally touch and when they did, I'd see him smirk through the corner of my eye.

I knew he was probably thinking about last night and how we made out for minutes, I liked the way things were going between us. Nobody suspected anything from us. We've sort of been keeping it a secret for quite a while now and that was exciting to me.

As the guys fought over what kind of movie we should watch next, the front door opens revealing a tired looking Harry. When he closes the door, he turns and his eyes land on me and then Zayn and how he had his arm over the space on the couch above me.

"And where have you been?" Louis asks as Styles walks towards the group.

He ignores the question and grabs a chair, putting it on the right side of me on the couch but still away from us. "What are you doing?" Harry asks, looking away from me and sitting back on the chair. Something told me he meant that question for me.

"We're watching movies." Niall replies, scrolling through Netflix on the TV with the remote. Harry nods, putting his ankle over his knee as if waiting for the movie to start. This caught the group off guard since he never once has joined any of the game or movie nights before.

"What?" He barks harshly.

"You're staying?" Liam asks, clearly surprised as we all looked at him with the same amount of confusion.

"No, I'm just going to wait here until one of you decides to paint my fucking portrait." He retorts making Liam look away, clearly annoyed at Harry. Once the movie starts, I focus my attention on the screen before I felt Zayn's arm snake over my shoulders lightly, pushing me towards his side, I recline my head on his shoulder.

Harry must've noticed the gesture because from the corner of my eye I could see his nostrils flare in anger. His foot that was propped by his knee bobbed up and down as Zayn touched my leg with his free hand, tracing small soft patterns on it, this made me press my knees together as I felt butterflies in my belly.

Zayn was completely oblivious to Harry's glaring or maybe he noticed but he was ignoring him as he just focused on the movie while his arm remained at place. I catch Harry staring and when I turn, his eyes don't leave me.

"What?" I mouth. The guys were busy watching the movie that they didn't notice Harry nod his head, signaling upstairs as in him telling me to go up there with him. "No." I mouth again.

He doesn't say anything as I tore my attention from him to look back to the TV. I guess the dumb jokes from the movie weren't appealing to Harry by the way he got annoyed every time they tried to do or say something funny making everyone but him in the room laugh, probably stacking up to his anger.

"This movie is shit." Harry speaks up, standing up from his seat.

"Don't take it out on Ted just because you have that stick shoved so far up your ass." Louis remarks.

"Not an ounce of creativity was put into this movie." Harry retorts. "I think it's time for Valentina to get to bed."

"It's only early." I fight, making everyone look at him. I could tell he was getting annoyed by me not cooperating to his whims of going upstairs with him for God knows what.

And overall, Harry just has a very short fuse.

"I am not negotiating with you." He glares.

"She's with us, she'll be fine." Zayn says, not moving his hand away. Harry turns to him.

If looks could kill.

"Will she?" Here we go. "Because it looks like you're about to fuck her, being all touchy and shit, you think she knows any better? She looks like she's going to let you." My mouth widens at this. How dare he be so rude and disrespect me like that?

"How about you calm the fuck down?" Zayn warns, standing up. "Don't make this an issue." He grits making me stand up when Harry walks closer, me in between as I push at both of their chests.

"How about you just shut the fuck up and let me do my fucking job" Harry spits. I look to the guys who are doing nothing to help, they seem entertained almost.

"Or what?" Zayn spits making me push him back.

"Okay, enough!" I say as Harry was about to launch. They maintain glares. I knew if I stayed the more tension there'd be with Zayn and Harry and if I went—well, I know I'd be giving in to his ways, contradicting what I said about him not telling me what to do.

But I feel as if I were to stay, Harry would only try to go at Zayn and quite honestly I didn't want that. "It's fine, I'll just see you tomorrow. I was getting kind of tired anyway." I lie.

"Are you sure? I can go up there and keep you company."

"She's assigned to me, you don't have to go through the trouble."

"Oh it's no trouble to me." Zayn challenges.

"I'll be fine, really." I say. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." I say as I pushed past Harry and went upstairs, he was behind me shortly after.

I swinged my door close, hoping it would slam on his face but much to my dismay he caught it and closed it behind him as he entered. "You really need to stop that." I say as I sit on the bed. "You don't have to keep trying to 'protect me' here, we're not alone, we're in a house full of armed men."

"Exactly, one of them just so happens to want to fuck you!" He shouts. "You think just because they give you the time of day, spending time with you and playing games with you acting all fucking friendly and shit that they would pass up an opportunity to get to fuck you? They are men, Valentina. Regardless of who they are to you, you can't ever get too comfortable around them."

"Yeah? Well those men don't yell at me for no reason and point their guns at my face!" I spit.

"Are you going to really hold that against me?"

"No fucking shit!" I retort, raising my voice. Was he serious? "How would I know one of these days you won't just actually shoot me with that gun you carry around all the time? And you have the nerve to say I can't trust them?" I say in an almost laugh. He doesn't say anything as he paces the room, running a hand through his hair and grabbing a fist full of it before groaning and sitting down on the desk.

"You are such a fucking hassle." Harry grits, the cross necklace he always had beneath his shirt slipping out.

"Me?" I say in disbelief, standing in front of him.

"Yes, you! You make my job fucking hard! I constantly tell you to just stay away from Zayn yet you don't listen!"

I cross my arms, now standing at the foot of my bed while glaring at him. "You just don't like the fact that I don't let you have control over me as much as you're used to! I am not helpless, you know? I don't need you protecting me all the time, especially from Zayn."

"That's my fucking job." He spits, now standing a few inches from me.

"Your job is to keep me safe, not to keep me from the world. You really want me to not to make it any harder for you? Get off my case a little, I'm not fragile." I fight him.

"You are, that's exactly what you are which is why I was sent for your sake." He spits.

"I can take care of myself."

"You wouldn't make it a day out there, I can guarantee you." He was now on my face, his glare much harsher now than ever before. Without much thought, I bring my hand up to slap him but with no hesitation, he grabs my wrist mid air. His other free hand goes to my throat making me fall on my back on the bed, his knees were in the bed on either side of my waist. He keeps his eyes to me, radiating that same danger but there was something else, something that was there but I couldn't quite point out—especially from us being so close our chests were merely touching.

He wasn't necessarily squeezing my throat as much as he was doing it to hold me down, but it caught me off guard regardless. His eyes flicked to my lips and mine to his, I was slightly gasping for air from our closeness. His glare remains and the pain on my wrist brings me back to reality.

"You're hurting me." I say. I was scared of what he was capable of doing. Anyone would be scared of him but I refused to give in to that since I knew that's what he wanted. I swear I could see his pupils go back to their normal size as he removes his hand from my throat. I was able to snatch my wrist back, sitting up on the bed looking at the imprinted red marks on my wrist.

When I look up, the door slammed shut and he was gone.