Old Habits Die Hard

Harry Styles P.O.V:

"Just give it to her. Give her whatever she wants. And tell that idiot there's a closet in the fucking bathroom so she doesn't need any more clothes." I sighed in frustration.

Damn, this girl's a fucking handful.

She was hungry this morning so Niall made her breakfast.

Apparently she's allergic to PB&J so he made her eggs and bacon. After that she asked for a chair for her room. Upon asking why she told Liam that the room was 'too boring' and that she 'needed a change of perspective' and 'didn't wanna sit on the bed anymore cause it was too soft'.

After that she knocked on her door again and when Louis opened it she asked for a bluetooth speaker and some music.

Does this woman fucking understand that she has been kidnapped and is being held here against her will?

She's acting like yesterday never happened. Like she never had a fucking breakdown in front of me. I sighed. Whatever. She's really something that's for sure.

I was so happy to see her at the bar I could barely contain myself.

I'd finally found her after 10 fucking years.

She doesn't remember me but who could blame her? She had been traumatized by life and had no good memories of her childhood before the death of her father. When we brought her to our private mansion, I immediately sent word for her revolting mother and her disgusting boyfriend to be killed, slowly might I add.

They had tortured my kitten for years without going unpunished. Their time was up now. They had to repent for their sins. They're long dead by now but Cora doesn't need to deal with that right now.

As much as she hated them both, I know she still had a soft spot for her pathetic excuse for a mother.

I was finding it extremely hard to keep my hands to myself when it came to her.

I was quite shocked (and a little hurt I admit) when she had rejected my touch. I mean I guess I could have been gentler and less... scarier but, women usually just throw themselves on me so I don't really know how to deal with this situation.

I'm not a sensitive person per se so I don't know how to approach her without her wanting to run away from me in fear. I have never known warmth so I don't know how to make her feel more comfortable around me.

The results of my search on the internet says I should go slow. That is also something I have never done before.

I was an orphan (Yep, it's sob story time) and ran away from the dreadful orphanage when I was younger. I built this empire myself (It's made of drugs but who gives a fuck?).

I picked up Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall from the streets and gave them a place to live and food to eat so I didn't have to ask them to be loyal to me. They started serving me right away. They're more like brothers to me than servants and they know that.

I have a whole fucking army but they don't have the permission to step foot in my private manor. Nobody knows the location of my home except my right hand men (i.e. Zayn, Louis, Niall and Liam).

Besides they'll just end up scaring my little kitten so lets just play it safe for now. So currently, they are staying back at headquarters which is in town.

This mansion is surrounded by woods on all four sides so I'm not really too worried about her running away either.

She is a fast runner though, despite her adorable tiny legs.

Someone suddenly burst through the door. It was Zayn. "Uh, sorry to disturb you, Harry, but-" he hesitated. I looked at him questioningly before the realization dawned on me.

"Fuck, not this shit again." I sighed. "Oh, well! Let's hunt her down. I like the chasing part anyways." I said with a grin on my face. Zayn broke into a grin too and nodded before leaving to tell the others.

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Cora Greer's P.O.V:

I had the music on the loudest setting. Do ya like X Resonance played on it on full blast.

Listen to this its fucking bop and after years of listening to this I still ain't tired of this shit!

I danced around before waltzing over towards the chair. I had pushed the bed aside so the window was more accessible (don't even fucking ask how, it took A LOT of will power to move the fucking fat ass bed).

I picked up the chair and smashed it with great force against the window. The window, in turn, shattered into a million pieces (It was surprisingly easier than I had expected).

I quickly threw the rope I had made from the tied up bed sheets out the window. I was only one story off the ground so it was a fucking piece of cake!

I climbed down before hearing the door smash open.

Too little too late fuckers. I laughed to myself.

I'm gonna miss that amazing closet though. It was a fucking dream! I'm also wearing a really cute dress from it. It was a little creepy to see that everything, from the dresses to the shoes to even the lingerie, was all perfectly my size.

I looked back at the building to see it was actually a beautiful mansion. Two stories, long as fuck and vintage looking.

Absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Too bad I won't ever see it again. Oh well. I shrugged it off and started sprinting before they'd catch up. I ran for a while before I stopped for a breather, hands on knees, panting. When I turned back to see if I could still see the manor I stifled a scream.

It was Harry.

I could see him but I don't think he saw me. I quickly darted behind a tree with a gasp.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. They're here already???

I decided to climb the tree and hid in its branches and waited patiently. I saw them slowly coming closer and closer.

Those idiots never looked up!

I muffled a giggle as I quietly picked an acorn from the tree branch and waited for them to come a little closer. When they were a good few yards away from the branch I was on (didn't want them to look up directly at me!), I threw the acorn at Niall.

It hit him behind his neck and he turned around, looking accusingly at Zayn. "What?" Zayn asked innocently. "Ow!" Niall said looking visibly upset. I put a hand across my mouth to muffle my giggle. "Why'd you fuckin hit me?!" Niall still accused. "I did no such thing!" Zayn said defensively.

They both turned their backs on each other with a huff. I picked another acorn and threw it at Zayn. He immediately turned around to push Niall. "I said it wasn't me! Why'd you fuckin hit me?!" he yelled.

"What?? I didn't!!" Naill said looking hurt.

Awwww... bunch'a dumb ass pansies.

"Come on, knock it off you pussies. We've got a damsel in distress to look for." Liam said.

Ex-cuse me? Damsel?!

"I say lets leave her to fuckin starve out here." Louis said scornfully. My mouth hung open in annoyance as I picked another acorn and threw it at his head, as HARD as I could.

He hissed in pain and gave Zayn an intense as fuck death glare. "Don't you start fucking accusing me now too." Zayn said annoyed. Louis pounced on him. Liam tried to get them apart but got stuck in the fight too.

"Guys! We shouldn't be fighting each other! We need to work together." Niall said. "Oh, SHUT UP!" The rest said in unision.

I was tearing up from my silent laughter. I suddenly stopped short.

Where's the king of the dumb asses?

I heard clapping coming from underneath me and looked down.

The monkeys had stopped fighting.

Harry stood under the branch I was sitting on, looking amused with his hands on his hips. I stood up on the branch. Uh oh.

The jig was up.

Niall, Zayn Liam and Louis looked at me like they knew I'd played them like a bunch of idiots. After standing up on the branch I took a small bow.

"Hello, boys." I grinned smugly.