Complicated Freak ✓ h.s

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If you have read this chapter, reread it as you may have missed out and entire chapter. I'm sorry for the inconvenience but I think wattpad is messing with me and I didn't even realize this happened until now. I'm sorry for the confusion.

I hopped off Harry's jeep, immediately regretting my choice of clothing as the chilling air nipped at my skin. "Cold?" Harry asked when he noticed me rub my hands up and down my arms "No" I lied and he rolled his eyes "Come here" He gestured to the driver's side of the Jeep, I raised an eyebrow in question "Chill, I'm not going to do anything to you" He sighed before opening the back door, picking something off the seat and trotted over to me. Maybe, he isn't heartless after all, I eyed the hoodie in his large hands and then to his face as he worked on unfolding the hoodie.

He bunched up the hem and pulled it over my head, "Arms in" He said, eyes pouring into mine and I followed by slipping my hands through the arm holes. Harry tugged the hoodie down my torso, the warmth of it immediately engulfed me and the musky or woodsy scent of it wafted my senses. I then pushed the hood down and fixed my hair, "Thanks" I chattered "Wait, can you repeat that? I want to get that on recording" He taunted and I deadpanned, smacking his arm "That will be the last time you'll hear that from me" I then stomped my way into the quaint diner, Harry was hot on my heels.

I gulped taking note of the amount of burly men seated inside the diner, failing to have seen the multiple bikes parked outside. I probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, standing at the entrance with wide eyes and a stiffened form. "What can I get for you two?" A middle-aged woman approached us and I stepped closer to his side. My eyes still flitted across the diner as the men kept their gaze fixed on us, their mustaches were long, gray and intimidating. "Uhm, two burgers with fries and shakes" Harry answered before slipping his arm around my neck, pulling me to his chest as some form of shield - which I was, surprisingly, grateful for.

The middle-aged woman ushered us to an empty booth, I hissed softly as the cold leather of the seat made contact with my bare skin. I heard Harry snicker something under his breath and I narrowed my eyes at him, "What did you say?" I rested my elbows on the table, rubbing my palms together to create some warmth. If I knew that the weather was going to change, I wouldn't have worn shorts. "Nothing" He shook his head and turned his attention from me to the people in the diner, making eye contact with a few of the burly men. He tilted his chin upward, in some form of greeting, and the men raised their glasses in response.

Soon our meals arrived and I immediately dug in, letting out a satisfied moan as the rumbling in my stomach came to an end. "Did you just moan?" Harry asked and I flushed beet red but kept my face neutral "Why are you asking when you know what it sounds like?" I retorted in the most petty way possible, Harry smirked "You're a feisty little thing aren't you, Jones" I shrugged and continued eating my burger. "If it isn't the one and only Harry Edward Styles" A gruff voice approached us, interrupting me when I was going to reply to Harry. I looked up to find a bald headed man with a goatie standing next to Harry, his fingers were adorned with multiple gold rings - probably worth a fortune each.

Harry rolled his eyes, his plump lips twisted in distaste before he stood to his height, towering over the man "Gabriel, how lovely to see you" Harry sang, I continued to munch on the French fries having finished with my burger. "It's always a pleasure, Harry. Say, what brings you to this side of the world?" The three inch shorter man questioned, large men stood behind him dressed in black, whom I supposed are Gabriel's bodyguards. "Just finishing some errands" Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders, he clenched and unclenched his hands that hung at his sides - clearly a sign of frustration.

"I see and who do we have here?" Gabriel turned to me and I shuffled further into the booth, his yellowish eyes raked my seated form while he clasped his hands against his belly. "Gabriel" Harry addressed the man, his voice was stern and he looked pointedly at Gabriel. "Don't get your panties in a twist, Harry. I'm only looking, there's no harm in that, is there?" Gabriel smirked at me and I felt my stomach drop, my appetite was long gone "We better get going" Harry turned to me, throwing a few bills on the table and reached his hand out to me, without hesitancy I placed my hand in his and he pulled me off the seat then shoved me in front of him.

His hands gripped onto my waist as he practically carried me out the diner and placed me onto the passenger seat. "We're stopping at the nearest store or mall and you're changing" Harry ordered and I nodded before shaking my head in a confused manner "What? Why?" I turned in my seat to face him, the seat belt around me chafed my neck "Because I said so, Adeline." He growled, clenched his jaw as he sped through the roads. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Harry" I rose my voice and he sighed in annoyance "Just do as I say and you won't be harmed" I frowned "What's that supposed to mean?" I squeaked, multiple questions flowed through my mind, Harry didn't answer.

"Who was that man?" I asked in a small voice, fiddling with the sleeve of the hoodie as I now sat straight in my seat. The heater was turned on and I welcomed the warm air with a content sigh. Harry still had one hand gripped, tightly, onto the gear stick and the other on the steering wheel. I kept my gaze fixed on his side profile, taking note of how prominent his jawline seemed when he clenched it, gritting down onto his pearly whites as his green eyes hardened at my question. He relaxed his jaw, pursed his lips and I watched as his eyes moved from side to side almost as if contemplating on whether to answer my question, "My step father"

Well then...