England's Angel (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 7

***Vanessa's POV***

"Now, just take two steps to your left." The director man, which I still haven't heard his name yet, told me. The sand ground between my toes, making me twinge. I had never really liked the beach, sure the sea was fantastic, but the sand got everywhere, and I mean everywhere...

The boys, excluding Harry, went to have a nice cooling dip in the ocean as we had just finished filming the last shot of 'What makes you beautiful' music video.

I ran my hands threw my wet hair and gazed off to see the backs of the boys as they belly flopped in the water.

"Want to grab a bite?" A voice said behind me, feeling hands rest on my hips.

I turned around and said, "Well, I was planning on-"

The man I expected to see was Harry. He had been eyeing me up lately. His eyes seemed familiar, like I've meet him before, but I could never make the connection, no matter how hard I tried.

But my eyes didn't meet Harry's green orbs. I was staring into dark, dingy brown eyes that could only belong to the most pathetic man I knew; JiJi.

"I haven't seen you at work in 3 weeks, Vanessa." He pushed back a strand of my hair. "I was beginning to worry." He smirked.

Him? Worry about me? The last time he said anything remotely nice to me was, well... He never has.

"I've been busy..." I trailed off, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Look at me!" He yelled, gripping my face, causing me to yelp.

"You're hurting me, Jordan." I whimper.

With that, he released his grip, making me flinch back in pain.

He had never liked being called by his first name. None of the girls ever called him that. The name 'JiJi' was created by his favourite girl. No one ever knew who she was... But he felt ashamed when he was called Jordan. It seems like it brings back bad memories...

He looked up at me, anger storming in his eyes, "Don't you ever call me that again!" He gripped my hand and yanked me towards a white van. This was a sign of trouble...

"Let me go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"You're coming back to work off your debt. You better not have forgotten you owed me, right?" His words hung in the air. It had totally slipped my mind. Being around the boys had made me forget my old life.

I was about to state that I hadn't when a tall shadow was cast over me.

"Let her go man." A deep voice spoke.

Jordan had to shield his eyes from the sun, as he was too short. "What do you want punk? You her boyfriend or something?" He hissed.

"No, ah... I'm a... Ah..." The man fumbled. Only one person would do that. One person that must have some feelings for me...

"This is Harry, my BOYFRIEND." I stated, shaking Jordan tight grip from my swollen arm.

"Oh, I see." Jordan eyes Harry up and down. "Don't forget what I told you, Vanessa..." He trailed off to the white van.

"Who was that?" Harry asked.

I signed, "You know how every family has that one crazy uncle?" He nodded. "Well, that's mine..."