Under Control

19

Back to school. It was obvious that Zayn couldn't stay home, as much as he wish he did.

Zayn pushed open the door to his class and noticed that he was late. "Mr. Malik, do you have a good reasoning why you are late?" His teacher asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

"I wish..." Zayn sighed, walking in the classroom and sat in his head, laying his head on the desk.

"It's the first day back from our break and you're already not on a good start." Said the teacher.

"I figured.."

"If you talk back to me one more time your butt is going to be in the front office!"

Zayn was going to say one more thing, but he didn't, he just continues to lay his head down and block out everything what the teacher had to say.

And right after class he quickly jogged out of the glass room down the halls to find Harry. He didn't bump into Harry, but he did bump into someone else. "I-I'm sorry.." Zayn mumbles.

"It's oka...Zayn?"

Zayn cocked his eye brows, trying to find out how does that person knows his name. "..How do you know my name...?" He asked, looking at them.

"It's me, Vanny, remember?" Zayn didn't say anything, he just looked at him. "You were suppose to show me around, but you disappeared for like...a month and some days...I think.." Vanny chuckled a bit. "But it's okay, I found my way around...forget what I said, where were you?" Zayn continued to be silent walked away. "Zayn wait!" Vanny grabbed Zayn's wounded wrist and that sent a shock pain up Zayn's whole arm and made him wince.

"LET GO OF ME! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I LOOK LIKE A HOT MESS!" Zayn shouted, snatching his wrist back and walking off.

Everyone in the halls was staring at Vanny, making him feel like he was being violently judged.

"Hey, Micheal." Harry called, walking up to Vanny.

"Don't call me that, who are you?"

"Harry. I need you to meet me behind the school building after school, I have to show you something."

"Uhm, okay?"

Harry grabbed his face and pulled him closer. "Trust me, you don't want to skip out on it." Harry gritted his teeth, pushed his face away and walked away.

-

"Zayn princess, I need you to do me a favor." Harry said, placing his hand on Zayn's shoulder. "I need you to get in the car, and only unlock the door for me." Harry told Zayn.

"H-Harreh...what are you going to do.." Zayn asked, feeling a bit scared what Harry was going to do. "Princess...I just need you to trust me, Okay? Because before you know it, all your problems will be gone." Harry caressed Zayn's cheek and kiss his forehead. "Please trust me on this princess..."

Zayn nods and walks off to the car while Harry makes his way to the back of the school, waiting for Vanny.

Few minutes later Vanny finally shows up, with his arms crossed and he's tapping his heel. "Look you're wasting up my time, what do you want?"

"I've noticed that you annoyed Zayn right? He said that you were the problem why he looks like that."

"He did say that but I have no idea what he's talking about! What ever I did I just don't want to be the problem anymore!"

"Oh, you won't be the problem anymore..."

Vanny was confused what Harry was talking about, until he saw Harry pull out a pocket knife and charge at him, causing them both to fall on the ground.

Harry wasn't thinking about what he was doing, he only thought about Zayn, protecting him and making him smile again. Vanny tried to scream for help but Harry covered his mouth and impales the knife into his throat. He started to choke and cough out blood as the other mount of blood squirted out of his throat. Harry pushed the knife deeper into his throat and got up to watch him bleed out.

"Uh oh Micheal, you got something stuck in your throat."

Vanny tried to grab the knife, but the amount of blood he lost he was too weak to even lift the knife. Vanny's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he stopped squirming and breathing.

"Someone will find you, oh and don't worry about being Zayn's problem anymore." Harry grabbed the knife and yanked it out of his throat, his hands were covered in his blood, but it didn't bother him at all. He walked to the car and knocked on the window, making Zayn flinch from the sound.

Zayn unlocked the door and Harry opened the door and got in the car. Zayn noticed Harry's hands as he puts them on the wheel. Zayn began to shake in fear, scooting a bit away from Harry. "H-Harry...did you..." "please don't talk princess." Harry cut Zayn off.

"B-but—"

"Princess, please."

"Harry who did you k—"

Zayn was cut off with a harm smack across his face.

"ZAYN I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO SPEAK!" Harry yelled. Zayn held his cheek and began to cry. "IF I HAD KILLED SOMEONE WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO FUCKING DO? CALL THE COPS ON ME?! I'M THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN FUCKING TAKE CARE OF YOU! YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD! AND THOSE FUCKING IDIOTS THAT ADOPTED YOU, DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU!" Harry snapped.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO HARD UNTIL YOU CAN'T EVEN TAKE IT ANYMORE! YOU ARE MINE! YOU DO NOT BELONG TO MICHAEL OR LIAM! YOU! ARE! MINE!"

Zayn cried even harder, he was scared, he didn't know what to do, so he sat there and cried. "Oh..it's gonna be hell for you when we get home." Harry started the car and drove off of the school campus.

-

Harry threw Zayn into the bedroom and began to strip off his clothes. "Strip." He said, pointing at Zayn. Zayn began to take off his clothes slowly. Zayn was completely naked, but he was covering himself up. "Don't be like that princess." Harry gave out a lustful smile, picking up the raven hair and tossing him on the bed and climbed on top of him. "Turn over now." Zayn didn't move he just continued to cry. "Those tears don't work anymore, now turn the fuck over before I fucking make it worse." Zayn turned over on his stomach, shoving his face on the blanket, trying to hide his face.

"Don't do that now." Harry grabbed a handful of Zayn's hair and pulled his head back, making the poor young boy wince. And before Zayn could know it Harry was inside of Zayn without any warning and no prep.

"O-ow! Harreh stop!" Zayn cried out as Harry violently thrust in and out of Zayn, breaking the fragile glass he is. "H-Harreh...plea-please I'm sorreh!"

"It's too late to apologize...fuck!" Harry grunted out, yanking Zayn's head even farther. "You're so tight..." Harry moaned out, sinking his teeth into Zayn's neck.

Everything got dark for Zayn, he tried to push Harry away but he was too weak to do anything. "You fucking slut, you.." before Harry could finish his sentence he felt himself close to he thrust even faster.

Zayn couldn't take it anymore he passed out.

What happened? You weren't like this yesterday...