Styles Boys

What did I do to you?

WARNINGS: Rape.

^ I know, it sucks but it's apart of the story.

Edward's POV:

A day after Harry and Louis kissed in the cafeteria (I'm proud big brother), I had a similar thing happen to me. Not the joy of having my first kiss, but the constant attacks.
Harry's lucky his was mostly just verbal...

I was about to be late to class, having spent so much time making sure my hair was perfect.
Oh I love my hair!
Have I mentioned that before?

My arm suddenly gets grabbed. I get yanked into the bathroom, a place I don't really like anymore. They threw me on the ground and locked the door.

I look up at Stan, smiling mischievously at me.

I crawl backwards to put some space between us. He reaches down and grabs my ankles, dragging me back to him. Steve laughs lowly and reaches for something in his pocket. Stan straddles my waist and pins my wrist above my head.

"Please stop! Please don't do this!"

Stan smirks and laughs out, "You think we're gonna fuck you? Oh baby girl, you had the chance! We'll still do it later if you ask politely."

What is he talking about?!?!
If they're not going to rape me then what are they gonna do?!?

I look back to Steve, standing behind his brother, pulling something out of his jacket. That's when I see it.
A knife...
What are they planning on doing with that?!?!
Are they going to kill me?
I just hope it's fast.
I don't want to suffer anymore than they're already making me.

I squeeze my eyes closed as tears pour out of them. I hear Steve walk over to my head and kneel down.

"Open your eyes girly." I refuse and keep them shut. "I said open them!" My eyes snap open at his loud order and I see Stan and Steve looking down at me, only inches from my face. "Better."

Steve grins and twirls the knife, I whimper and he gazes into my eyes once more, "Don't worry girly, we're just going to make you look a little more manly."

He reaches down and grab one of my beautiful curly locks, admiring it.
Wait!
He can't possibly-he would never!

He swiftly chops my brown beauty off. I scream, "No! Please! Please stop!"

They ignore me and continue ruining my most prized possession.

"Stop!" I yell.

"Please!" I plead.

"I'm begging you! Please! I'll do anything!"

Steve stops mid-cut and looks back to my face, still holding my hair, "Anything?"

"Yes! Just please stop!"

He smiles wickedly before dropping my hair. Him and Stan stare at each other smirking before Stan starts grinding on my stomach. He moans and speeds up.

Steve pulls what's left of my hair roughly causing me to moan loudly. I kept whimpering small sounds, each time Stan rubbed against my privates.

They grin and Stan speeds up. Steve goes around so he's next to me. He removes my jeans, stopping Stan's movements for awhile.

Is this better than losing my hair?
I think so.
Lose my hair or my virginity?
That's not a fair choice!
I love my hair so much, at least I'll be protecting it by doing this.

At some point Stan had moved to between my legs so he's not on me anymore and had his pants, including underwear, at his knees.

Stan ripped my underwear off my legs excitedly. They licked their lips at the sight. Eyes dark and hungry, Stan positioned himself.