DRAG - [h.s. au]

26

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I've been looking for someone 

to put up with my bullshit

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HARRY

"Harry. In the car." Oscar's gruff voice came out as I stepped down the stairs of the walkup.

It was later in the day, apparently Luna lied about the time Oscar was coming and there was about two hours left until the race. Bentley had been gone all day, presumably hanging out with Allergy who was back from Florida.

I had never called Oscar by his real name, always the one of some famous butlers on television and he hated me for it but I was good at nicknames... especially ones from tv. All i did when I was younger was watch fucking sitcoms.

"It's Mr. Styles to you, Jarvis." I quip. "At least give me some respect before edging the brink of death on me."

I knew what was coming, but I didn't understand why before the race. I was freaking out, it was like Luna was forcing a fear of water onto me and every time I closed my eyes in the shower all I could think about were the deep breaths of water I took the last time. I hadn't lost, and I didn't plan on losing to Bentley again tonight.

I liked the look on her face when she won, it made the punishment hurt less sometimes... it's why I didn't tell her about it. Well, that and the fact that I was embarrassed about it. I didn't want Bentley to see me fucked up the way I was last time. I didn't want her to see me weak. Fuck, I let Luna and her idiots control me now. I had to do this too, if I acted completely fearless, they'd know something was up.

Being complacent was the best option.

"Get in the car, make it easier for everyone." He deadpans, and I roll my eyes before getting into the backseat of the new Cadillac.

The ride to the location was quiet, eerily so. Oscar was definitely scarier than Bruce. He was pure muscle, way taller than me... he looked like a basketball player. "You know where to go."

"Why are we doing this now? I'll win tonight-"

"Luna's orders. She's... bored."

"Bored?" I snap back. "She's not here."

"She wants a video, needs leverage."

"For what?"

"In case you act up, I don't know. I don't care. Now I'll be kind, you can forego the shirt if you don't want to ruin it."

"You're so generous Jeeves!" I return sarcastically. "Or is it Alfred? What's the bitchass butler in those films?"

"You're starting to piss me off, you're making it worse for yourself kid." He tells me, crossing his arms as I unbutton my shirt.

It was the pink one, actually. The one Bentley wore after I tore her little lace ensemble. She had given it back to me and I almost let her keep it but it was... it was too intimate then. Maybe now things could be different. Maybe she could stay with it this time... and wear it for me.

I was fucked.

"Alright Niles-"

"Where's that butler from?" He jokes.

"The Nanny." I return quickly, getting on my knees in front of the tank. "Where's the towel? No waterboarding?"

"Shut up." He snaps, and walks around me to grab the zip ties. Luna had learned it was best to restrain me because I was rabid when this happened. The key of the zip ties was not to move because they'd leave burn marks on me.