Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 20

"Harry!" I scream as Harry's face turns the other way from Matt's slap. As Harry slouches over to recover, we make eye contact with Matt. He was going to slap me?!

"What are you doing?!" I scream as I go to Harry and get on my knees before him to see how big the damage is.

Harry is unpredictably calm. The small slit across his forehead from hitting a vase has re-opened and lightly bleeding though.

"Matthew! You are fired!" He yells the moment he comes to and Matt is holding his head like he didn't mean any of that.

"I never want you stepping foot in my house, my work or anywhere near her again! If I do see you, I will return the slap back with interest!" He yells and Harry's deep voice suddenly roars. I get ahold of his arm and shield myself from the force.

"I didn't-" Matt starts but Harry gets ready to yell again and just by the way he takes in that breathe, Matt marches out without another word.

After Matt leaves us alone in the office, he calms down a bit and turns to me.

"Did he do anything? Did he hurt you?" He asks me while I put my hands around his neck to steady my gaze on his bleeding forehead.

"No but you are bleeding." I say as he puts his hands on my waist.

"Patrice will be broken now that her vase is gone." He jokes and I chuckle as I see that his eye is starting bruise.

"That son of a bitch hit me hard. I swear to god if this hit you, he would be in an ambulance right now." He chuckles as I start to cry again and throw myself into his arms. He suddenly starts to stroke my hair as he pulls me in.

"Thank you. I got so scared." I sob and he consoles me.

"That fucking animal." Harry curses as he continues to hold me.

That moment, everything falls into place. When I am in his arms, everything makes sense.

"Lets get out of here." Harry says as he continues to hold me tight. When we reach the parking lot, we get in his Jeep and he drives us this time.

As always, paparazzi is waiting for him and they snap pictures of us on our way to Harry's penthouse.

When we get out the car and take the elevator up, the blood on his face has dried. We get in his house and he has calmed significantly.

I go and fetch the first aid kit. I start to clean up his wound again as he drinks whiskey. We sit on the couch, only an inch between our faces as I dab the small knick on his forehead. He stares at me the whole time and I try my best to avoid those green eyes.

I know how I really feel. I know what I should do. But I also have responsibilities to my own family. I am scared of my heart getting broken. Harry Styles is quiet the ladies man after all.

"Your eye is bruising." I say and run to his fridge to get ice. He is standing still when I get back and push the ice wrapped in a towel onto his forehead.

"What happened?" He asks suddenly. His voice is so calm, I feel like he can be getting drunk on that whiskey.

"I told him what I did and he just lost it. Thank you Harry." I say as I hold the ice on his face and can't avoid his gaze anymore. We make eye contact and neither of us break it.

"No problem." He smiles and I do too.

"Why were you coming up anyway?" I ask as he holds the ice and I sprawl across the couch beside him.

"I was going to talk to Matt. I realized how hard this was on you and I was going to explain my side of the story. Give him a raise or something." He says to ease the mood and I lightly giggle.