His Girl (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 30

Harry’s POV

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I spat, taking a few steps closer to Nick.  He had a smug smirk on his lips; he let out a chuckle while he tapped his fingers on his leg.

“Well, I’m here to see Vanessa.”

I stiffened.  He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was, but I was giving him the chance to turn the hell around and leave before I do something horrible to his face.

“I mean, I did have an appointment with her today, but I’m coming in a little late.”

“If you think I’m going to let you get anywhere near her, you’re wrong.” I spat, once again. “You’ve done enough, and you better be fucking happy that Vanessa wouldn’t let me get near you or you’d probably be dead right now.”

His laughter filled my ears. His tone was displeasing and sneaky. I don’t like the way his voice sounds right now, it’s sketchy and only makes me believe he’s hiding something.

“Well, I was only planning on seeing Vanessa today, but hey, you’re already here. So now I can scratch her and you off my to do list.” He smiled, stepping closer. We still had a rather large space between us. So he’s been planning on confronting me...

“What do you even want with her?” I questioned. “What does she mean to you that you must mess with her so much? Don’t you get it; she’s not interested in you. She wants nothing to do with you and that’s because she has me.”

I took this time to smile. “She will never want you because you will never compare to me.”

I thought bragging about the fact that I have Vanessa would possibly put him down, maybe even make him just give up on whatever he’s planning. I mean, why else would he be so focused on Vanessa? Why can’t he just take the hint? All I know is that is he doesn’t take the chance to get the fuck out of Vanessa and I’s lives, I’ll probably put him in the hospital.

But he shrugged. “I really don’t care about that, in fact, I don’t really care about her at all.”

“Then what the hell do you want, Nick? You’re asking to get the shit beaten out of you.” I growled.

“I just want the money.” He walked a bit closer. “And what’s wrong with taking her money and a piece of her sanity as well? Tell me, is she acting the same around you? Did I change her?”

He laughed that evil laugh again. I felt my blood boil. My breathing heavies as my fists clench.

“I just decided that messing with you and your perfect, rich life would be a nice bonus to taking her money.”

“Well you got her money already, what the else do you want from her?” I snapped.

“Some fun,” He shrugged. “I mean, I really did enjoy the way she was screaming.” He chuckled. “No one could hear because I made sure she kept quiet...and oh did she feel good. She was crying too. Such a shame you weren’t there to help her out.”

I couldn’t hold back. I had already punched him several times before I even noticed I had approached him. He fell to the ground as I started to kick his gut and somehow- he managed to keep that sick smirk on his face.

I pulled him up, only to start punching him again and again until he hit the wall. His nose was bleeding, his face was a shade of pink and his lip was split. It’s not nearly enough of what he deserves.

“You’re fucking pathetic.” I yelled, hitting him harder. He began blocking his face with his arms, so I punched his gut some more. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”