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Angel wakes up alone, her eyes slowly flutter open and she sits up on her elbows, looking around the fancily decorated room. Everything in there, from the silky Egyptian sheets on the bed to the paintings on the walls screams rich. 

Standing up, she ignores the way her head spins, darkening her surroundings for a second and walks towards the slightly ajar bathroom door. Her eyes never go towards the mirror in front of her as she turns on the faucet and splashes the cold water on her face.

As she stands there, with hands gripping the basin tight enough for her knuckles to turn white, she prepares herself to face Harry. Everything she's done in front of him has only proven how pathetic she is. She's been a weakling and that isn't who she is.

Ignoring the mild headache that now feels like a baggage she carries with her everywhere, Angel quietly leaves the room, eyes running over her surroundings to check whether Harry is close by. Much to her pleasure, he's nowhere.

Following her instincts, she takes the left turn and hopes to end up in front of the exit door. Her steps however falter when she hears Harry's voice.

"I wouldn't think leaving is the right thing to do right now, Angel." Cursing under her breath, Angel snap her head backwards and finds the owner of the place standing there with his  arms crossed across his chest.

"Then what would be the right thing in your opinion, staying here and letting you use me as you please?" Angel says bitterly, turning her body fully to look at Harry. 

She doesn't miss the way his upper lip twitches at her words, neither does she miss the narrowing of his eyes as he takes a step towards her.

"Don't think so shallowly of yourself and me." Harry tells her softly but to his surprise, Angel scoffs and looks at him from top to bottom, finally settling her eyes on his face, displeasure clear on her face.

"You're a Styles, no one is shallower than you." Harry feels the hatred and disgust in her voice as she speaks, making him wonder what's made Angel hate him and his family so much.

It's not like Harry thinks highly of his atrocious family. His father has always been a disgrace in his eyes, crossing limits to get what he sets his eyes on. This being one of the reasons why Harry cut off all contacts with him once he was stable enough to flourish his business on his own, with hardwork and honesty.

"I've prepared food for you, we can talk like decent adults over dinner." Harry proposes nicely, even smiles a little at her, trying hard to not cause her anymore distress. He doesn't need the recap of last time the two interacted.

"I'm a whore, I don't do decent talks." Shaking her head in denial, Angel chuckles bitterly and turns back around in search of the way out.

Harry close his eyes out of frustration, fingers curling into fists. If not for her own good, Harry would've had her across his knee spanking her hard for using such hideous word for herself.

"You're going the wrong way. Have dinner and I'll let you leave if that's what you want." Angel's ears perk up at Harry's words and she slowly turns back around, shocked. She hadn't expected him to let her leave so easily. 

Harry raises an eyebrows at her and cocks his head backwards, motioning her to follow after him.

Angel quietly walks behind him, keep a good distance between their bodies. Her eyes linger on his back, the black shirt he's wearing is tight, hugging his body like second skin and with every step he takes, his back muscles ripple deliciously. 

Harry is no longer the lanky boy Angel had once known, he's a grown man now. He's gotten taller over the years, over six feet and his body now has alot of muscle. 

Angel is so into her thoughts that she doesn't realize that Harry's stopped walking and bumps right into his back, gasping loudly in surprise as she stumbles back, feeling light headed all of the sudden.

"Careful now." Harry murmurs, grabbing her upper arm and steadying her as she breathes in loudly. "Sit down, babe." 

Gently pushing her down on the chair, Harry rubs her shoulder as his eyes watch her closely.

"Should I get you water? Juice?" Harry asks her after a little while, bending his knees so that he's face to face with her. Moving her hair back, Harry cups her jaw to make her look at him.

"Just quit using every fucking opportunity to touch me." Angel tells him in a whisper, trying to push his hand away from her face at the same time.

Harry feels slightly hurt at her rejection to his touch and he bites his tongue hard to prevent himself from saying something that would further anger his Angel. Sighing, he slowly moves his hand back and take a step away from her.

Harry watches Angel for another second before turning his back to her. He grabs the two plates already piled up with spaghetti bolognese and walks towards the table where Angel sits, fidgeting with her fingers, staring ahead of her.

Placing the plate in front of her, Harry slides into the seat across from her. For a second, a silence falls over them before Harry gets up from his chair again to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Purposely lingering in the kitchen for longer, hoping that Angel will eat some of the food in his absence.

However when he walks back to the table, her plate is still untouched, not a single bite taken from the food.

"You're supposed to eat." Harry tells her, placing a glass next to her plate and pouring water into it. 

"You wanted to talk over dinner so talk. I don't have all day." Angel tells her with the roll of her eyes, twirling the fork around the spaghetti mindlessly. For some reason, the thought of eating food makes her feel sick, her body craving the drugs she's been taking constantly for a week now.

Harry stays quiet for a moment, gaze flickering from Angel's face to the plate of food in front of her.

"Quit playing with your food, Angel. First eat and then we'll talk." Harry tells her with a small shrug before placing a fork full of food in his mouth, raising his eyebrow and motioning for Angel to eat when she glares at him.

"Enough of your shit." Angel murmurs, carelessly throwing the fork on the glass table before standing up.

Harry frowns at her bratty attitude but ignores it, taking another bite of his food instead. 

His eyes follow her figure as she stomps away from him in search of the door. A few minutes later he hears Angel cursing loudly and smirks to himself, taking a sip of water before standing up.

Leisurely, he walks towards the direction of the banging and angry scream and upon reaching the front door he silently watches Angel from a little distance. The way her fists bang against the door makes him feel amusement and frustration at the same time.

"Are you done throwing your tantrum? Harry asks once the banging comes to halt and Angel leans against the door out of exhaustion.

Rather than answering Harry, she groans, rattling the door knob and hoping for it to snap open.

"You need to put in a code for that door to open." Harry tells her before reaching forward and grabbing her wrist, tugging on it for her to let go of the knob.

"Then put in the fucking code and let me out!" Angel tells him angrily, her eyes shooting daggers Harry's way as he pull her away from the door, not letting go of her wrist.

"It is not safe for you to leave right now." Harry says, shaking his head as he gently cups her jaw, moving closer when she her hand presses against his chest in a weak attempt to put him away. "There are paps waiting for you to come out on every corner of the street. And you're too.. unstable to face them right now."

"Well then congratulations to you for making my life living hell again." Angel says, brows furrowed as she stares up at Harry, her eyes brimming up with tears of frustration.

"I want the best for you." Harry tells her, exhaling loudly, his gaze traveling towards Angel's slightly trembling lips. "You don't know how much I've missed you all these years."

Angel gulps in loudly at his words, shaking her head in denial. How could she trust him after every thing he's put her through.

"Find yourself another toy to play with. I won't fall for your fool's gold this time." She tells him, a lone tear slipping out of her eyes before her eyelids flutter shut as she wills herself to stop crying, telling herself that a man like Harry isn't worth her tears.

"What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?"  Harry whispers quietly causing Angel's eyes to snap open. Anger surges through her body at Harry's question and she grits her teeth as few tears slips from her eyes.

Harry's thumb swipes away the tear drop under her eye, waiting for her to respond. Eyes staring deeply into hers for answers.

"What? You expected me to fall on my knees and beg for your cock as a welcome back gift?" Angel says through her teeth, this time pushing at his chest with more force.

"Watch your mouth." Harry tells her sternly, fed up with her nasty words and bratty attitude. "It won't do any good. You're just putting yourself in more trouble."

"Just let me out of here and fuck yourself with a dil-" Before Angel can finish her sentence, Harry's hand comes up to cover her mouth, muffling up her words.

"I've heard enough of your dirty mouth."

WELL, HELLO!

GUESS WHOSE BACK? MEE! xD

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