-Harry's POV-
"I have to find her Zayn!" I angrily boomed.
"I know Hazza, I get it, we will sooner or later, just give it some time" he spoke soothingly in an attempt to calm me down.
"I know. it's just not fair that you found your soulmate and I haven't you know?" I started to paste up-and-down the hall occasionally listening to the news on the TV in the background. I never really paid attention to it because 95% of the time it was about me and my 'gang' anyway.
"... police continue to investigate the kidnapping and possible murder of the South family in their home city of New York. The police found no evidence, however we have been informed that they know the criminal who committed the crime. Once again, the most wanted man on the earth, Harry Styles."
The camera was then quickly aimed at a larger man in the police uniform with a brutal stare "We will find you, Harry Styles."
The power suddenly went out and it was pitch black. Nothing could be heard other then the grinding if my teeth and the heavy pants of both Zayn and I. You could virtually taste the thick layer of tension clouding over the room as we both stood silently.
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"Mine" he growled roughly.
"She will be all mine and only mine! I will tear apart anyone who has even layed a just a finger in her without even blinking. I swear" he seethed, clenching his jaw tightly shut.
"That's not a threat. It's a promise"
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Threats (A Punk Harry Styles fanfiction)
Teen Fiction"So... We have the same charm?" I asked merely a whisper. An evil grin abruptly spread across his flawless face as he said, "No, sweetheart. You have my charm, which means you belong to me. And only me. Understood?"
