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The word about Harry's stunt spread faster than the fire in the wild. The videos and pictures were uploaded on social media and Harry could do nothing about it. Not that he is worried about his reputation at the moment anyway, his attention is elsewhere.

Everywhere Harry goes, the paparazzi follow him. Outside his house, they are already waiting for him to come out. At work, they wait outside his office. Paps never were a problem for Harry until now. He never really felt bothered by them and their questions, after all that is how they earn bread for their family. 

The questions they throw his way now piss him off to no end. Ever since the scene Harry caused at Luke's party, the mystery relationship between him and Angel became the hottest topic. 

What bothered Harry the most was how she was acknowledged by the media. The terms like, hottest stripper, sexy pole dancer, with her nude pictures all over the media was something that drove him mad beyond words. 

No one is allowed to look at his Angel's body like it is a topic of entertainment. No one is allowed to call her these disgusting names.

With his head in his hand, Harry stares at the magazine lying on the table. A picture of Angel from one of the shows of hers is on the front page.

"Devil's child steals the heart of one of the most eligible bachelors in the world." Harry reads bitterly, eyeing her picture again.

His fingers twitch with anger at the lack of clothing. Scrunch side black shorts and a matching bra.

"What the fuck is this?" Harry shouts loudly, throwing the magazine at his secretary who jumps at the sudden burst of anger. 

"I told you Demi, to call each and every magazine owner and tell them I don't want another news about Angel and me" Harry says, standing up from his chair, his eyes shooting daggers at his useless secretary.

"I did just that, Sir." Demi exclaims with wide eye, bending down to pick up the magazine. "I called the owners specifically, like you asked.

Narrowing his eyes, Harry waves his hand, motioning her to leave his office and she quickly struts towards the door, relieved that she won't have to deal with Harry's anger.

The cell phone lying on the table rings and Harry quickly answers it, "What?" He speaks harshly, eyes falling on the magazine again as he listens to the other person.

"You've traced her location?" Harry confirms, listening to the caller more attentively when he mentions Angel.

For a week she's been untraceable, Harry had the best detectives looking for her but turns out, no one with the name Angel Salvatore exists in the whole God damned city.

"Where did you say again?" Harry asks, his posture stiffening at the mention of her hiding location. "Royal Regime." He says through clenched teeth, exhaling loudly through his nose.

Royal Regime. The hiding spot for most run off criminal. Locals don't even go near the street on which the inn is located due to fear. Of all the worst places, his Angel is in a place where anyone could anything to her against her will. Scratch that, she could end up dead there any second. 

"I'm going to hide in the trunk of the Swift. Roger, you will go first with my Audi to distract the paps." Harry explains calmly as they make their way towards the garage.

Just as instructed, Harry's driver Roger, drives the Audi outside, playing the bait. The paparazzi spots Harry's car instantly and while they run after it to catch a glimpse of him. The Swift in which Harry is hiding turns the other way, going unnoticed by the men with cameras.

"Boss, we should go inside with you." Jeremie, Harry's guard suggests as he hands Harry the loaded gun to be used in case of emergency.

Shaking his head, Harry stuffs the gun in his pocket and inhales the stale air surrounding Royal Regime. 

"I've got this. Keep your phones with you all the time. If anything goes wrong inside, you guys will take action. Otherwise, you will wait outside for me. Clear?" Harry says sternly, rotating his shoulders and making them pop. Once he receives the nods from his men he makes his way to the hotel.

The smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat fills Harry's nostrils as soon as he walks in through the gate of Royal Regime.

His eyes run around the men in lobby. Some of them lying around uselessly with the bottles of cheap alcohol in their hands, others smoking pot. He even catches one man openly fucking a woman, without any shame. 

Harry looks like a God dressed in his grey suit as compared to the dirty men dressed in shaggy and dirty clothes.

"Fresh meat." The person sitting on the reception says as Harry stands opposite to him, "how may I help you, Sir." The ugly old men snickers before he picks up a random key and sticks it in his mouth, trying to get something out of his teeth.

"Devil's child. I want to know in which room she's staying." Harry says in a monotone, trying to control his face from twisting in disgust at the man's ugly self.

The man smiles widely at Harry's words, showing off his rotting, black teeth. "So we have another lover." He says, eyeing Harry from top to bottom before looking down at the register in front of him. 

"What's your name again? I have to check if you have an appointment with her. Busy young woman she is. Fuckable too. Have you seen her arse?" The man says, blowing out a whistle and Harry fists his hands at his side to stop himself from beating the man to pulp, make sure to tell him not to talk about his woman like this next time.

"Just give me the room number." Harry says in a dangerously low voice, his lips twisting in a menacing snarl and his eyes narrow dangerously.

The man behind the counter seems to get the message immediately, his smile turning in to a frown as he stares at Harry like a lost child before looking down at the register.

 
"Room number sixty-six. First floor." He mutters quickly, all his cockiness gone.

Without wasting another second, Harry runs up the dirty stairs and searches for the room his Angel is staying in. God knows how she's surviving in a place as disgusting as this. Harry thinks to himself.

Harry's feet come to halt when he reaches the room, just when he's about to knock on the door, it opens itself making Harry freeze in stop for a second.

A man steps out of the room and taking in his swollen lips and ruffled hair, it doesn't take Harry a second to realize what he had been doing in his Angel's room.

Grabbing him by his collar, Harry pushes the man roughly against the wall, his fist colliding with his nose, hard enough to fracture it with one punch. Another hard punch his thrown on his lips for kissing Harry's angel and then a knee makes contact with his penis, the one he dared put inside Harry's woman.

"Come near my woman again and I won't let you live." Harry threatens, his body shaking visibly with anger as he let's go of the man, letting him fall on the floor.

Opening the door, Harry walks inside and locks it after him, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down a bit before confronting his Angel. 

"Oh, you're here already." He hears her sweet, melodious voice from where in the room and a small smile appears on his lips. Had she really been waiting for him?

"Well your session starts after half an hour." Harry hears her say again and his smile drop as it dawns on him that she's thinking that he's her customer.

Taking another step inside the room, he finally spot her. She's sitting at the edge of the bed, stark naked. Her name of black hair is pulled over his shoulder, giving Harry a full view of the flawless skin.

"But I guess we can have some fun before hand. I have cocaine." She says wickedly, turning around to see her next customer only to freeze in spot.

There standing in all his glory is no one other than Harry Edfuckingward Styles, glaring at her like he'll pounce on her and kill her any second.

Quickly she stands up and turn to face him, not caring about her nudity. It's a daily occurrence for her, standing naked in front of horny men, dance for them and if they are willing to pay good amount of cash, let them fuck her.

"Who let you in?" She hisses at him watching him take in her form before his face twists angrily.

"Put some clothes on." Harry orders her harshly, throwing the shirt lying on the floor her way.

"Who the fuck are you, my dad?" Angel asks him, taking a step in his direction and pushing all the hair back so that she's fully exposed to Harry's eyes. "What can you do about it anyway, Styles?"

Tauntingly, she crosses her arms over her stomach, making her chest puff up more. A bitter smile taking over her lips when she sees Harry's eyes falling on her exposed breasts.

"Loving the view, aren't you? Fucking pig!" Angel exclaims with the roll of her eyes. For some reason, having him look at her body has a different kind of effect on him. While the stares of other men disgust him, Harry's makes her feel warm and tingly all over.

"I will look at what's mine whenever I want." Harry tells her, his voice loud and confident. "If I want to look at you, Angel, I will."

Striding closer to her, Harry's hand wraps around her throat, not to hurt her, but just to show her who is in charge.

Pushing her against the close by wall, he holds her still, pressing his body against her naked one. His eyes are ablaze with pure rage as he stares at her.

The thought of her sitting naked in her room, waiting for her customer to arrive, makes him want to kill. 

Her body is for him only. It's for him to see, to caress, to punish, to fuck. She is his Angel after all.

"Now, if you want your punishment to be bearable, you will come with me without another protest, Angel." Harry tells her harshly and she shivers a little at tone of his voice. 

For a moment, she thinks of compiling with his request, aware that whatever he says, he does. But then like a truck, the memories hit hey back. Memories of how he ruined her and her dreams.

"Let me the fuck go, Harry." She suddenly finds herself panting, her nails digging in his hand in an attempt to break free.

Harry chuckles bitterly at her words, his face moving closer to hers, their lips touching ever so slightly and she inhales sharply, feeling the familiar tingles all over the body.

"I don't think you're in charge here, my Angel."

Can you guy guess what Harry did to make Angel hate him so much? Hmm..

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