Corruption™ (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter Sixty-six

Harry’s POV

 

 

 

 

He wants her. The words kept going through my head all night and I hardly got any sleep.

I’m not going to just give him Gabby, but at the same time I can’t let him keep my sister. There’s no way in Hell that I’m going to choose between the two of them either; it’s not right.

Why does my life have to be so fucking complicated? It’d be nice to just have a couple days to relax without having to worry about shit like this, but that’s never going to happen.

I just got Gabby back and now this shit happens. It’s like I can never catch a break to just be able to be with her and not have to worry about anything or anyone ruining it. Even one day to just be with her and not have to think about anything else would be great.

Jaycee was able to contact some family members and they picked her up about an hour ago. I did feel bad for her, but I was still kind of pissed that she pretended to be Melissa.

Gabby felt really bad about it and even offered to drive her, but her family ended up coming to get her.

It was a good thing that they picked her up because after knowing that whoever this man is wants Gabby, I don’t want her to be out of my sight. I need to find a way to keep her safe and get Melissa from wherever she is. One thing’s for sure, it’s not going to be easy.

The thing I’m thinking about now is the question that I know is going to come soon.

I know I shouldn’t have went to that bar or even anywhere else except back to the house, but I had to listen to that damn note. All I got out of it was another fucking note with a phone number and a cut on the side of my face.

Gabby didn’t flip out at me like I thought she would. She seemed more concerned than anything actually.

I know I scared her by not contacting anyone, but I was just so pissed off that I wasn’t even thinking about it. My mind was set on beating the shit out of this person that’s been messing with me and everything else seemed irrelevant at the time.

I am glad that she didn’t get as angry as I thought she was going to. We were trying to figure out how to make us work and yet I’m out at a bar getting into a fight with some random douche.

“Harry, I’m bored,” Gabby whined as she got onto my lap. I can’t really blame her, we’ve done nothing all day.

“What do you want to do?” I asked whilst putting my hands on her hips.

“Anything as long as it’s not boring.”

“Anything?” I quizzed before placing a light kiss on her lips.

“Anything,” she repeated.

Her lips pressed against mine as her fingers ran through my hair. I put my hands over her bum, pulling her closer to me whilst our mouths moved in sync with each other.

My hands moved up to cradle her jaw as the kissing got heavier, her hands slipping under my shirt and sliding up my chest.

We pulled apart as her hands slid out from underneath my shirt, going to the top of my chest instead and resting there. I pecked her lips once more before leaning back into the couch and placing my hands on her waist.

“You’re not angry with me, are you?” she asked.

“No, I’m not. Why would I be?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just been really quiet today and after last night-”

“Baby, it’s okay. I know you didn’t do that on purpose.”

“She just had the brown hair and the eyes similar to yours and-”

“Gabby, I’m not mad. I’m frustrated at the situation, but I’m not angry with you or what you did. You didn’t know and I understand that.”

“Okay…I just had to make sure you weren’t.”

“You really think I would have just made out with you if I was mad?” I questioned with a smirk.

She looked down in embarrassment, “I guess not…”

I love that about her; how she’s so easily embarrassed. It’s cute and innocent, much like the way she was when I first met her.

I can’t help but wonder if she slept with anyone else while we were apart. She was the last person I slept with and that’s unheard of for me to go a full year without fucking someone.

Honestly, I didn’t even want to fuck anyone else. Normally I was the type of guy that slept with different girls all the time, but now it was different.

After realising what I felt for her, I didn’t want to share that close connection with anyone else. It became something special to me and that was beyond weird for me. Before it meant absolutely nothing, but now it was actually important.

The lads kept pushing me to go out and find someone to get her off my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

As strange as it is to admit it, I have to say that I’m glad I couldn’t move on. Right here beside her is where I want to be, nowhere else.

“What are you thinking about?” Gabby asked, tearing me out of my thoughts.

“Just that I’m happy we’re trying to make this work again.”

She smiled and then looked down, “You know how we said no more lies or secrets?”

“Yeah.”

I’m starting to get a little nervous about where she’s going with this.

“There’s something I think I need to tell you…”