Under Control

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Zayn shot open his eyes and looked around. He's noticed that he was in a car, the car was moving but he couldn't see the road. Zayn looked down at his hands he couldn't move them but he could move his head. He looked over to see who was driving, it was a man who seemed to be Harry, but he had short hair, a couple of tattoos, and a ring on his ring finger. Zayn looked back down at his hand to see the same ring on his finger. He looked in the back seat, he saw someone sitting in a car seat, but he couldn't see the child's face.

"Zayn, you alright?"

"W-what...?" Zayn looked back at Harry who was still facing forward.

"I asked if your alright, you're looking around like you've seen a ghost."

"...n-no I can't move...what is going on...where are we going...?"

"The mental institution." Harry said it so cold, as if he didn't even care about Zayn anymore.

"W-what...? Why?"

"Because you hurt our daughter..."

"W-what are you talking about...?" Zayn turned to look at the back seat and he saw a little girl in the car seat facing the window revealing her bruise and cut near her eye. "I...I did that...?" Zayn asked looking back at Harry. Harry nods. He couldn't believe it...how could he hurt someone, he's the type to be scared to hurt a fly. Zayn noticed that his arms were moving on their own and his body was leaning towards Harry.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I...I don't know.."

Zayn gripped the wheel and struggled to take control of it. "ZAYN WHAT THE FUCK?! LET IT GO!" Harry shouted, also trying to get control of the wheel.

"I'm trying!"

"What the fuck do you mean no?! Let go your Going to kill us!"

"But I didn't—"

"BABA! DADDY! A TRUCK!" The little girl shouted making them both look at the windshield seeing a light coming towards them quickly.

Zayn shot up out of the bed and looked around to see he's in Harry's room. He turned over to see Harry looking at him with a concerned look on his face. "You alright princess?" He asked. Zayn nodded and looked down. "You wanna talk about it?" Zayn shook his head and walked out of the room and into the bathroom.

Zayn's POV:

I took one good look at myself in the mirror and I felt disgusted...I really let Harry do this to me saying that he loves me and he's only acting like that because it's all my fault. Why am I the one always getting blamed...it's not fair..

I threw off my shirt and took a glance at my exposed upper half of my body, looking at the bruises and scars that Harry left behind. I traced my finger on this one scar that was on the left side of my rib, right below it. I took off my pants and boxers, staring at my fully exposed body. What does Harry see? All I see is a useless boy who doesn't even know how to defend himself against an actual school bully who kidnapped him and treated like it was his little toy. I'm not his toy...I just want my life back, I can't even get that if I begged and pleased. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry for what I did..I really just want my life back...

I let out a big sigh and started the shower, getting in the shower immediately. I've always loved how the cold water touched my skin it made me feel safe and protected like how Harry sometimes made me feel safe and protected. No...this isn't about him...the things that make me safe are nothing like him..

I held on to myself and bit my lip thinking about all the things I can do to get far away from Harry, but at the same time I don't want to leave him, I love him but he treats me so badly, I want him to change for good, I don't want him to hurt me whenever I interact with someone else that isn't him.

I began to shake and cry letting all of my tears out, I got sick of holding back my tears..I just want to let out a big scream and being held in someone's arms and them letting me cry on their shoulder all day. Oh god...

I pressed my back on the shower wall and I began to rub my hands all over my body. I placed my hand on the base of my dick and I bit my knuckles just in case I moaned too loudly. I started to gently stroke myself and it did make me moan a little bit so I closed my eyes to get creative with my thoughts.

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Zayn felt skin soft on his back and large hands softly rub his arms and shoulder. He imagined himself in a random bedroom with someone's he's been with before, someone he was close to, a person who actually made him feel safe. Zayn couldn't look at them because he couldn't imagine their face at the moment. Zayn's breathing hitched as he imagines his partner touching his waist down to the base of his cock and pumping him fast and gentle.

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I shot open my eyes as soon as I heard banging coming from the door, I let go of my dick and removed my hand from my mouth. I heard the door open and I peeked my head out of the shower and saw Harry standing by the door with his arms crossed.

"So, you weren't going to tell me what's wrong with you?" Harry looked a bit angry, but I tried to ignore it.

"I...I um..."

"Save it, I don't even wanna know anymore." Harry began to walk up to the shower to pull me out of it. I stumbled out of the shower, covering my exposed body. "Aww...don't cover up that cute body of yours..." Harry moved my arms away and looked at my body. He bit his lip and stared to wrap his hands around my waist. I pushed him away and back away a bit. "What the fuck is wrong with you? First you broke my nose and now you're pushing me away? Whatever is wrong with you, you better fix it." He walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door. I sighed in relief and continued my shower.

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I couldn't sleep, I checked my phone to see what time it is and it was extremely late. I sighed and turned to Harry to see him asleep, it gave me the chance to escape from him forever...

I quietly got out of bed and looked in his closet to see if he had an empty rucksack. He did so I grabbed it and packed my phone and my clothes that were left. I looked at Harry with tears in my eyes and walked up to him. "Maybe if you made me a bit happier I would stay..." I kissed him on the forehead and walked out of the room to outside. "I know I'm going to regret this soon..." I said to myself.

I just walked off...

I don't know where I'm going, but I hope it's somewhere far away from him...for now...I just need some air...

I just...need a fucking break...