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Harry's arm slips around Angel's waist and with one swift motion, he picks her up and throws her thrashing body over his shoulder. His fingers twitch with irritation when she starts screaming at the top of her lungs, as if someone could hear her.

Angel struggles in Harry's grip with all her might, making the walk towards the library a long struggle. 

"Fuck." Harry curses loudly, feeling his knees buckle by the punch thrown on the back of his left knee.

It takes Harry a good few second to gain his balance but throughout that time, he manages to keep the struggling girl in place.

"Next time you do something like that Angel and I won't think twice before spanking your arse with a belt." Harry warns her, roughly throwing her down on the small couch in the library.

Sitting up, Angel angrily pushes away the hair from her face before looking  up at Harry, her gaze full of annoyance and hatred.

"Your threats are empty just like your head." She tells him through clenched teeth, her hands balling up into fists as she tries to control herself from pouncing at him. "What part of I don't fucking want to be here do you not understand?"

Harry rolls his eyes at her and shaking his head, turns away from the angry girl. He feels his patience running thin. Being dominant over everyone, having control of everything and having things his own way for all these years has made him impatient. It irks him to see someone disagreeing with him even the slightest. 

Harry knows that any other girl in Angel's place would've been kicked out of his house forever after being such a stubborn person but here this girl is, he can't just push her away like any other women. She's his for God's sake. He can't treat his Angel like any random girl. 

"So you're going to stand there like a fucking statue now? Fucking asshole."  Harry winces at her sharp tone and the loud curses but still his lips twitch up a little in a smile.

His Angel has turned into this fiery woman with a very colourful mouth. Never in the million years had he thought that such a soft spoken and shy girl will transform into a mad angry gorgeous woman.

Turning back around, Harry sighs when Angel looks at him with disgust. Taking a step back he looks around the room full of hundreds of books, "I know you love to read, so here we are. You'll find many books of your interest so better make good use of the time you'll be spending here, my dear."

This time Angel groans, she feels like gagging at the sight of so many books. Over the years, she's lost all the interest in the lame ass love stories where the innocent girl always falls in love with a man with hideous character and the ones where prince is always there to save the fucking day.

"You can't keep me here without my consent, it's kidnapping." Angel informs her, standing up from the couch, only to be pushed down again.

A gasp leaves her mouth when Harry forcefully pushes her back on the couch and in the middle loses his own balance and falls on top of her.

Looking up in Angel's eyes from such a small distance, Harry feels his breath getting hitched. Though her irises are still the gorgeous blue, they aren't the ones Harry had fallen in love with. The eyes he fell for were soft, full of warmth and love but now, they looked icy cold, void of any emotion.

 "Get the fuck off me." He hears the barely audible whisper and breaks out of his trance. Looking away from her eyes, Harry stands up to his feet, taking a step back in haze.

Clearing his throat, Harry looks around the room once again before curiously gazing down at her, only to find her staring at him with no expressions on her face.

Harry watches as she gulps loudly and stands up, hesitantly taking a small step forward.

"Do you by any chance have a cigarette or vape?"  Angel asks her with a strained voice. She's never gone longer than two hours with a smoke, her life near depends on those poisonous sticks that bring her mind at peace.

Harry face scrunches up in disappointment, out of all the things she could've said, she said the one thing Harry never wants to hear from her.

"You don't need any of those things." Harry tells her calmly, taking her hand to reassure her only to get rejected.

Pulling her hand away from Harry's, Angel slaps him hard across the right cheek, voicing her displeasure to his words with a groan.

"Who the fuck are you tell me what I need and what I don't?" Angel shouts at his face, pushing at his shoulders with all her strength.

To her surprise, Harry stays awfully calm as she throws a fit, as if she's a toddler and Harry's a mother whose done with her bratty attitude.

"Why aren't you fucking saying anything. Fucking hit me." She tells him, slapping at his chest to get a response. "I hate you, Styles. I hate your entire fucking fam-"

Angel's words get caught in her throat and her mouth goes dry when Harry grabs her face in his hand,squishing her cheeks with the tight grip.

"That's exactly why I'm dealing with you with so much patience, Angel. I need to know why you hate me so much." Harry stares at her with so much intensity in his eyes that she suddenly starts feeling nervous, her tongue feels tied in knots when she tries to curse him out.

"Why out of all the occupations, you chose such a disrespectful one, Angel?" Harry asks her, losing his grip on her face a little, afraid that he might leave bruises on her tender skin.

The silence falls on them for a while, both of them staring into each others eyes, waiting for the other one to speak.

Harry is the first one to crack, sighing, he takes his hand away from Angel's face, giving up on getting any answers from her. He feels his will to keep her to himself crumbling. How can he watch the woman he loves hate him for keeping her with him, that's not how he pictures there future to be.

"Do you really don't want anything to do with me, Angel?" He asks, his anger and annoyance moulding into sadness that suddenly seems to be eating him up whole.

Closing his eyes, he hopes for her to say No, to tell him that there is still hope for them. That her anger and hatred is only temporary.

Angel on the other hand, seem to be on a battle with her inner self. She wants to scream, YES. She wants him to the pain of rejection and being left but then she finds it hard to say those words. After everything Harry and his family has put her through, she has a soft spot for him. No one in the past was able to take his place and she is certain of the fact that no one in the near future will be good enough to replace Harry.

"If you say yes, I'll let you leave the house. You can go back to your own life and I promise not to bother you again." Harry's words hit Angel like a train, was he really giving up on her so quickly? Was she not worth a little of trouble?

Harry's always been a man of his words, no matter what it might put him through, fulfilling his spoken promises, he never goes against his words. So now, saying those words pained him to no end, how could he possibly stay away from her now? Maybe she will be the first one to make him break this rule of his one day.

The lack of response from Angel makes her feeling from Harry a little obvious but he doesn't jump to any conclusion, he needs to hear her say it. Say that she wants to be with Harry.

"I want to leave." Angel's words though spoken softly make Harry wince a little. His heart falls and he mouths runs dry but he shows nothing on the outside, keep a cool exterior.

Nodding his head, Harry turns around and walks towards the door. The faint noise of foot steps behind him makes Angel's presence known to him. His heart feels heavier with every step towards the door.

As he punches the code into the machine, he curses inwardly at his weak self. How can he so easily let his woman walk out of his life, knowing that the work she does for living is something he doesn't wish even his worst enemy to do.

When the door soundlessly open, Harry breathes out loudly, turning back around to give her one last look.

"You know where to find me in the time of need." He tells her when he finds her avoiding his gaze.

A dramatic chuckle leaves Angel mouth as she steps out of the door, fleetingly looking at him.

"I'd rather attemt suicide, Styles."

I know, I know. I updated veryyyy late. Promise to update sooner.

Thoughts on this chapter?

Was it wrong of Harry to let Angel leave?

Did Angel choose the best for herself?

What do you think is the story behind these two? Hmm hmm.