"I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home." -Zayn Malik (I don't wanna live forever)

Harry takes a step forward to follow after Angel when she walks off stage along with the two other dancers but a hand on his shoulder stops him.

Looking over at Luke, he gives him a glare before pushing his hand away and running after her.

 He's aware of the fact that his actions will result in him being the hottest gossip in town for a while but can't bring himself to care. For years, he's looked for her, searching every possible place she could have gone to and out of all the worst places, he's found His Angel working as a fucking stripper.

The thought disgusts him and a low growl rumbles in his chest when he reaches her changing room. As he turns the door knob, another wave of anger hit him hard when he finds the door unlocked. 

Harry brag into the small room, watching as Angel turns around with a gasp, her baby blue eyes are wide and her face shows surprise at the sudden intrusion, making her look like the innocent young girl she was once.

For a moment, a silence falls on them, both of them staring at each other, remembering the good times spent together.

"Angel." Harry breathes out, breaking her out of her trance. 

A mask of anger appears on her face and she quickly pulls off the he'd put on her, throwing it his way. "Here is your fucking jacket, I'm not some stray who needs your donations."

Harry never catches the jacket and it falls to his feet while he stares at her. Angel rolls her eyes before turning away from him to put on her clothes, the lack of heat in the room making her chilly or maybe it is just his stare that's making her feel this way, she's not sure.

"Come home with me." Harry tells her when she's dressed up in a long fur coat and jeans, much to Harry's pleasure.

A bitter laugh escapes Angel's lips and Harry frowns, "I'm sorry, I don't offer my services anywhere out of workplace."

It takes Harry a moment to process her words and when he does, his lips turn into a snarl. Another step forward and he has her trapped between the full length mirror and his body.

"Come with me." Harry demands, emphasizing on every word as he grabs her frail wrist tightly. His eyes daring her to object.

"I'm not your fucking slave."  Angel speaks through clenched teeth, her glare matching Harry's, letting him know that she's not the same girl who use to give up everything just to be with him.

"Being a slave would've been better than this undignified job of yours." Harry tells her harshly, his free hand coming up to push away the stands of hair from her face.

To Harry's surprise, a bitter smile appears on her lips at his words. Bringing her hand up, she tries to push away Harry's hand from her face but he's quick enough to grab her other hand too, holding her completely captive.

"I prefer taking off my clothes for random men than being a slave of a bastard like you." Angel tell him still smiling as she tries to wiggle away from him. Unsure of how long she'll be able to keep up this facade of her.

Just like she'd expected, Harry's eyes go wide at her words. His hold on her wrists grows tighter and she flinches inwardly at the pain, on the outside she keeps the smile on her face, taunting him.

A gasp escapes her lips when suddenly Harry let's go of one of her wrists and grabs her jaw. Shaking her head, she tries to get his hand off but it goes in vain.

"Say something like that again and I'll show you exactly what a bastard I am." Harry threatens her, moving his face closer to hers until their lips are touching. 

Harry's grip on her jaw tightens as he restrains himself from kissing her right there, to show her who she belongs to, to punish her with his lips for her disgusting words.

As he stares into her baby blue eyes, he sees the fear in them. Fear and pain. The two things he never wanted to inflict on his angel and he was, being the cause for both.

"Just come with me, Angel." This time when he speaks, his tone is much softer, like a caress.

Harry's hold on her grows loose, his thumb that was once digging into her soft flesh, gently grazing her cheekbone as a silently apology for his harshness.

"No." The word rolls off her tongue bitterly as she successfully pulls him away before slipping out of small space he'd held her captive in.

"You step out of this room and I'll make you regret it, Angel."

Her heart thumps loudly as she runs for the door before Harry can catch her again but before she could open the door, it files open itself, making her gasp loudly.

"Devil." One of Angel's colleague says from the door way, eyeing Harry suspiciously before looking back at her. "C'mon, we have another show tonight."

Hesitantly, Angel turns her head to look over at Harry and find him glaring at them, his body tense with anger.

"Yes, let's go." Angel tells her with the nod of head, quickly leaving the room before Harry could stop her again.

Her hands shake with nerves with every step she takes away from the room. The fact that he hadn't said anything to stop her, made her anxious. Ever since she's known Harry, he gets what he wants, no matter what the consequences.

"Why was that guy in your room after causing a stunt on stage?" Delilah asks her and she shrug, pushing the hair out of her face and shivering at the memory of him tucking her hair back not so long ago.

"Some loon who wants me to go home with him." Angel tells Delilah who laughs at her words, lightly slapping her back.

"Well, your beauty tends to make people nuts." Delilah winks at her and she fakes a smile, her mind still stuck on Harry, wondering what kind of trick he has up his sleeve.

"Do we have any cocaine left?" Angel asks her rubbing her temples and Delilah snorts, nodding her head and producing a packet of white substance from her back pocket

"Enough to keep you out on stage tonight. Boss won't be happy though." Delilah says, making Angel smirk at her words, already feeling a little relaxed at the mention of drugs. Who the fuck cares about that dick head boss of hers. God knows she needs it after that episode with Harry.

Snatching it out of Delilah's hand, she opens the packet and places a small amount on palm of her hand, inhaling it with her eyes closed in pure bliss.

As the make their way to the van waiting outside for them at the back door, Angel smiles widely, feeling the drugs kicking in.

The cameras flash around her and she hears people screaming from every side, making her groan. Showing her middle finger to them all, she laughs loudly as a huge man picks her up and places her in the van, blocking the men with cameras.

"I think I need a smoke too." She tells Delilah, snorting in a little more cocaine before closing her eyes again and leaning against the seat with a sigh.

Harry slipping out of her mind as she temporarily escapes from reality and in to the world of happiness and bliss.

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