Fake Husband // Harry Styles

Chapter 63

Adriana's POV

"You're sick...I hope the same thing happens to you!" I shove at Heath's chest. 

After the police had taken Josh, it only took me a matter of seconds to read the address on the pills. I had shoved the paper in my pocket and had ran as fast as I could. Heath was taken back by me at his door. 

"Well," He smirked. "I don't know what we are talking about...but may I say you look sexy in that-"

My hand met his cheek. "You have some nerves," I hissed. 

He reached his pale hand to his cheek, which was much paler and saggy. It made him look way to old for his age, but that's what you get when you're a druggie I suppose. His blue eyes managed to darken and he narrowed his eyes on me, his smirk faded. 

"Don't do that again," He hissed.

He steps back, his hand letting go of the door knob. "Why are you here? Did Harry finally dieced to give up his slut?"

Slut. 

That's a new one. 

"You're a killer-"

"I'm a provider!" Heath corrects shutting the door. "I simply provide what they need, it's there choice to take it or not."

"How do you sleep at night?" 

His lips tug back up in a grin as he starts walking towards the kitchen. "I don't," He chuckled. 

The small condo is foggy, smoke and gas everywhere. I catch one of his guys standing, they just watch us. My eyes catch the shimmering from the guys pants, he holds a gun. Another one stands in the corner of the kitchen, watching my every move. 

"Can I offer you a drink?" Heath asked. 

"You can offer these guy's to leave," I snap. 

"Funny," Heath open a beer. He leans over the counter. "But I like an audience."

He catched my hand this time before it can actually meet his cheek. He drops it as my phone goes off and we both read the name of Harry. 

"Go ahead, I'll stay silent. I mean...he likes to keep me as his secrete too," Heath chuckled. 

I drop my phone in my bag and look at him. "You killed my father-"

"And what are you going to do? Kill me? You aren't even strong enough to dump Harry," Heath laughs. 

I swollow the lump in my throat. My hands turn into fist and I close my eyes for a second before opening them. 

"You don't know anything," I sneer. 

"But I do," Heath chuckled. "Which is why you despise me so much. Because I know more about you, than you. Let's see."

"You're Adriana Star. Dating Harry Styles who you were in a fake marriage with, you were kicked out at age five, alcolic mother, abusive too. Father left when you were three, you were discovered at age seven. But anyone can read that in the books. See I know things better than Harry...I know things only he should know. Like the small heart tattoo on your lower hip, how kissing one spot in your inner thigh makes you crazy,"  He smirked.

I back away slightly. "I know about your first audtition and how in the private screening the guy tried to touch you-I know Josh is your father. I also know Colton was your first, but was cheating on you the whole time. I know about the time in first grade when a girl cut your hair off, I know about all the times you kissed a director to get a part-"