HARRY STYLES

I walked down the dark street, hood propped over my face. I ran my hand over the lump in my waistband, making sure the was still tucked safely into my jeans. Near sprinting, I moved down the street and into and alleyway that I knew all too well. Very carefully, I moved swiftly further into the alley, seeing a shadow of a person in the far corner of the darkness. I came to a halt as the figure began speaking.

"Long time no see Styles" the voice spoke making me bit my lip in anger.

"There's no time to fück around, give me the papers" I commanded making his voice laugh.

"Why are you in such a rush? Why can't we just talk?" he asked.

"Because every time I talk to you, it always ends up in a knife fight and I don't have time to be dealing with an open wound" I said.

"You sure about that?" he asked tantalizingly making me scowl.

His body stepped out the dark shadow and his face came into the light casted by the moon. The scar on his lip indicated that he had been in a fight recently and his deceiving smirk rested on his lips. Seth Casper stood there, nearly the same exact height as me and arms crossed over his chest. If he wasn't Arabella's brother, I would have killed him that day at my house, but she would never ever forgive me for that.

"When are you going to learn to just stay the fück out my of business. We wouldn't be in this predicament if you had just left me alone all those years ago" I said.

"Oh, but that would be too easy now" he said.

"Of course it would" I said "What do you want?" I asked.

"It's nothing that I per say want.." he said, raising his eyebrow.

"Then what is it?" I asked.

"Just an explanation" he said, making me quint my eyes.

"An explanation for what?" I asked.

"An explanation as to why you brainwashed my sister. An explanation as to why you told her that you love her so much yet you never told her that you killed our father. An explanation as to why you're trying to win her back when you know damn well it's just to hurt her again" he sneered making me tighten my knuckles.

"I didn't brainwash her, nor kill your father" I said through gritted teeth.

"Well who else planted that bomb" he said.

"You set me up, you did this to yourself. You killed you're father not me" I said.

I didn't bomb Ferocious's club, you did" he said.

"Because of what you said! You told me he was dead!"

"And you reacted" he said calmly.

"It's you're fault" I said.

"Maybe, but at least I didn't brainwash Arabella" he said.

"You sure about that?" I asked.

"You think I brainwashed her?" he asked.

"When she first came to my house, I don't even think she knew how to even survive in the outside world. She was so used to being locked up in her tiny house that once she got into the real world she was clueless. That's brainwashing. Teaching someone that everyone in the world is inherently evil is brainwashing" I said.

"So you would classify yourself as good?" he asked.

"I never said anything about myself, we're talking about Arabella right now" I said.

"It's a big brother's job to protect" he said.

"Yes because locking someone in their house for 17 years claiming that every single person that walks this Earth is evil is being a protective older brother" I said.

"She wanted freedom in a world too dark for her, what would you do?" he asked.

"I wouldn't lock her in a house, at least, not for 17 years. She needs to live, if you keep her locked in a house her whole life she will eventually go insane" I said.

"So you didn't lock her in a house when she was with you?" he asked.

"That's different, I didn't want her running back to you" I said.

"You say I'm fücked up in the head, at least I don't kidnap children" he said.

"You've done much worse. You've said much worse"

"I guess I have" he said.

I stared at him for a moment, watching his eyes bore back into mine like some possessed demon. I was now aware of the gun pressing against my stomach. I could do it right now. This constant back and forth grudge would be over for good if I pulled out the gun and shot him.

"I want the papers" I said making him roll his eyes.

"Well, I don't want to give them to you" he said

"If you knew what was best for you would would give them to me now" I said making his eyebrow raise.

"Is that a threat?" he asked.

"No, but this is" I said, lifting my shirt and pulling out the gun.

He stared at it blankly for a moment, trying not to give away the fact that he was scared. He looked at me before laughing to himself.

"You wouldn't do it" he said.

"Wanna bet?"

~

ARABELLA CASPER

I sat in my room, putting the last coat of nail polish on my toes. Luchesi left a few hours ago to go to the club and sitting by myself has not been too great. All I can do is think and it's killing me just sitting here having nothing to do. This is probably the fourth time I've painted my nails tonight alone. I can't wait until he gets back just so I don't have to think about anything anymore.

I was debating on calling Sophia again but I already called her tonight and she said she was going out with Liam later, so I guess that would be now. I was honestly thinking about taking Luchesi's other car and just driving but I know that if he ever found out he would loose it. So instead I sat in the house for the entire night flipping through channels, painting my nails, and all other pointless tasks to take my mind off things.

It's way too quiet in this house.

I went downstairs, being careful of my nails before walking in to the kitchen. I wasn't necessarily hungry but I did want to cook. There were just enough ingredients to make pasta so I settled for that. I began to take out the pan and fill it with water. It was too quiet and dark and eerie in this house. A shiver ran through my body as I pulled up the fallen sleeve of my sweater.

Just when the silence couldn't get any worse, a bang at the door ripped through the quiet. I sighed in relief knowing that it was Luchesi just coming home from tonight. I placed the water on the stove before wiping my hands and walking over to the door. I saw his shadow through the door and without a single thought or hesitation I unlocked the door swung the it open.

My breath nearly caught in my chest when I saw the person standing on the outside.

It wasn't Luchesi, it was Harry.

His hair was matted to his forehead and full of dirt and sweat. His shirt was also dirty and matted to his skin. I looked down and nearly screamed when I saw his hands covered in blood as well as stains on his shirt and a little on his face. I looked at him terrified but instead of his usual excuses, I was met with nervous green eyes and a quivering lip. His stare was darting all over the place as his low voice grumbled in the air.

"I screwed up Arabella. I need your help"

A/N:

alright I am aware I missed two update weeks in a row and I am taking FULL responsibility for that. I did have competition but I can't say that I didn't have time to write because I did. when i did go on wattpad I mainly focused on Vervain. the first update I just completely forgot about then when I went to go write it I had 0 motivation so I just wrote a bit for Vervain, then I just kinda kept doing stuff for Vervain and never got around to Obsessive

But I finally have and FINALLY the Harabella drought is over and all those boring chapters of them by themselves is finally OVER!! thank god because honestly I hated writing that even though it had to be done!

Anyways! So sorry for the updating being soooo late and short!

Thank you for your love support and dedication!!!!