Irina Shaykh as Angel Salvatore. 😍

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Harry doesn't miss the way Angel's eyes blaze with anger at his words. Her long nails dig painfully in his wrist and reluctantly Harry's grip on her throat becomes tight enough to make her choke.

"You will do as I told, Angel. Am I clear?" Harry asks her in a whisper, staring at her face which is now turning pink and blotchy from the lack of air in her system.

It pains him to treat his Angel this way but he's realized that there is no other way to make her obey.

"Am I clear to you, Angel? Nod your head for me." Harry tells her but to his surprise, she does no such thing instead she stares at him while her nails continue scratching his arm, leaving red marks in their way.

However, it soon become too much for her to handle, the lack of air makes her light headed and finally she surrenders, nodding her head ever so slightly.

Harry notices the movement quickly though and immediately, his hand moves away from Angels throat. A gasp leaves her mouth as she tries to inhale quickly, doubling over while coughing and Harry grips her around the waist, his other hand soothingly move over her bare back in an attempt to calm her down.

"You're alright, love. I got you." Harry whispers, kissing her head as she tries to fight him, to push him away.

However, again, her struggle to push him away proves to be in vain. Her energy level lowering as she feels her eyes getting droopy, knees buckling, making it hard for her to stand on her own and she grasps the collar of Harry's shirt tightly, to stay on her feet.

"I hate you, Harry Styles." Angel tells him as he scoops her frail body in his arms and carry her to the bed, lying her down. Her hand still fists Harry's shirt tightly for some reason unknown.

Slowly, Harry moves her hand away, kissing the knuckles before letting it rest on her side.

"When was the last time you ate?" Harry asks her softly, his hands pushing away the hair from Angel's face.

A frown finds it's place on Harry's lips when he looks down at her. The is barely any fat on her body, everytime she breaths her ribcage shows through her skin.

"I need to smoke." Angel says and Harry presses his lips in a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. Watching her eyes look around the room frantically before her hands start to shake.

"I need weed. Coke. Fuck." She shouts, trying to get off the bed in search of the drugs that'll calm her down but Harry holds her down, his hands holding both of her shaky ones.

Harry finds himself staring down at her, unable to do anything. Not sure how to calm her down. His Angel needed drugs to calm herself down and he couldn't let her have them.

"Angel." He calls her name, getting on top of her restless body to keep her in place.

Letting go of one of her hand, Harry grabs her face in an attempt to make her look at him. "Look at me, baby." He says slowly, fingers lightly tapping her cheek to bring her focus on him.

"Get away from me." Angel tells her, the tears falling from her eyes in frustration. "I need it. I need something." She tells him with wide eyes, her shaky hand coming up to fist his shirt.

"Fuck." Harry curses under his breath, feeling his will to keep her from drugs slipping away. He cant see his Angel like this, the way her face had suddenly paled and the tears running down her cheeks has Harry panicking.

"Where is it? Where are the cigarettes?" He asks her, looking around to locate the box but finds it nowhere.

"Bag." Angel's voice come out scratchy, her body aching with need to have something that'll relax her mind.

Nodding, Harry gets off her and rushes towards her bag. Throwing out the contents, he picks up the lighter and the box of cigarettes from the group.

Lightening up the cigarette, he hesitantly hand it to Angel. Hating himself for giving up so quickly, to let his Angel inhale the poison.

"Yes." Angel let's out a sigh, taking a long drag of smoke, her eyes fluttering shut as she quickly finshes the first cigarette before throwing off the bud carelessly.

All the while, Harry's hand rubs her back up and down. His nose scrunched up due to the disgusting smell of smoke.

"Another." Angel tells him, reaching towards Harry's hand to snatch the box, frowning when he shakes his head and pulls his hand away.

Angel's eyes narrow up at Harry and she angrily pushes at his shoulders with all her might before standing up from the bed.

Harry's scrutinising gaze follows her and he quickly stands up when Angel drops to her knees on the ground, picking it up she searches for something inside it.

"You don't need this." Harry's voice booms from behind her before his hand snatches the packet of white stuff from her.

"Get up, now." Harry orders, grasping her upper arm and forcing her to stand while she tries to shake his hold off.

"Don't you fucking get it. I need that. Let go of me!"

This time, Harry doesn't pay heed to her words and forcefully pulls her towards the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, Harry makes her stand under it, causing her to scream and curse at how cold the water is.

"Stop acting like a child." Harry scolds her harshly when she struggles in his hold, making his clothes wet as well.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." His Angel chants as Harry pulls her away from the shower and begins to soap her body.

Harry watches her closely as his hands trial down from her neck to her shoulders and her arms. He feels her body shiver as his soapy hands run over her stomach and move up to her breasts.

"This is molestation. You're molesting me." Angel says through clenched teeth, her lips quivering due the cold.

Harry just shakes his head at her words, hands moving up to her breasts, making her inhale sharply and despite of how hard he tries to control himself, his cock twitches a little at the feel of her soft mounds and perked up nipples.

"Turn around." Harry orders her quietly, gulping loudly as he feels himself growing in his pants.

With a sigh, Harry forcefully turns her around when all she does is stay put and glare at him.  lathering her back with soap, Harry sits down on the soles of his feet. Hands running from her ankles up-to her thighs, leaving goosebumps in the way.

Accidently, Harry's hand brushes against her core and he heard her inhale through his mouth. "Fuck." He hears her curse lowly and his eyes quickly snap up to her face, only to find her eyes are closed.

Standing back up, Harry averts his gaze away from the girl's body when he feels himself becoming more aroused. Turning on the faucet he let's the soap wash away from her body before he walks out of the bathroom quickly, not trusting himself around her anymore.

Angel frowns in confusion at Harry's sudden exit. Turning off the shower, she steps out of the bathroom, wrapping her arms around her body and shivering from the cold.

Very briefly she looks over at Harry whose standing there with his back to her. Then she moves towards her duffle bag that holds her clothes.

Angel quickly puts on whatever clothes she finds first before clearing her throat to catch Harry's attention. "I'm decent." She tells her, looking down at the ground. Suddenly feeling embarrassed for how she'd acted in front of Harry not so long ago.

Though the shower helped her calm down, her body is still aching for another cigarette.

When Harry turns around, she finds him holding the Marlboro box and her fingers twitch unconsciously.

"I really need that." Angel tells her, motioning towards his hand and Harry looks down at it before signing and shaking his head no.

"You don't." Harry says, shaking all the cigarettes out of the box before stomping on them, destroying each and every cancer stick.

Angel watches her with wide, horrified eyes then down at the floor.

"How dare you do that! Who the fuck do you think you are?" Angel snaps at him, quickly rushing forward and bending down next to Harry's feet, her fingers gingerly touching the ruined cigarette.

"Come on now, we're leaving." Harry tells her, forcing her to stand but this time, she succeeds in resisting him.

"I'm not your god damned slave." She says through her teeth, her face twisted with anger, eyes blurred due to the unshed tears of frustration.

"What do you want from me, Harry?" She asks him in a whisper, looking up at him with pleading eyes, silently asking him to let her be.

There's a silence that engulfs the two for a while before a sob breaks out of Angel's throat. Her hands go up to her head when it began to throb painfully, eyes clenching shut as another sob racks through her body.

Kneeling down on the floor, Harry tries to move her hands away, trying to have a better look at her face, to see what's wrong.

"Stop it. Stop touching me." Angel cries out and Harry immediately pulls his hand away from her, watching her with eyes full of concern.

"Just leave me alone. I'm done with the Styles." Angel mutters, feeling herself becoming light headed, breathing turning shallow and her body shaking. Tears leak out of her eyes in confusion, not understanding what is happening to her. "Leave me be." She mumbles quietly before losing consciousness.

Before Angel's head hits the ground, strong arms comes around her to support her limp body. With one hand around her petite waist and other behind her head, Harry pulls his Angel to his chest, gently laying her head against his crazily racing heart.

"I'm sorry, baby girl." Harry whispers in her ear, kissing her wet hair repeatedly, promising himself that he'll never leave his Angel alone.

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