Everyone's has already eaten except for me, I'm not taking any chances even though its delivery. I continue to pace around the living room. After a while I sit down to relax my legs. Harry sits beside me and pulls me onto his lap, I don't get up or nuzzle into his chest. I just sit there.
"Whats wrong, beautiful?" he kisses my neck. Is he bipolar or something one minute he's helping, the next he's cutting me and now he is kissing me like what the hell?!?!
"Nothing" I roll my eyes and get off his lap.
"Come back" Harry says in a powerful tone like he's about to hurt me again. I sit beside him. "Is there something wrong with my lap?" He asks, grabbing my bicep. I scream. "Oh sorry, did that hurt" He smiles. He pulls me over on his lap again and pulls me in closely, Trying to hold in a shout I Nuzzle into his strong chest. Harry brushes strands of hair that have fallen out of my messy bun.
Niall walks in and stops, "Was I interrupting?"
"Just a bit" Harry shoos him out. I look up at Harry, and he gives Niall a pausing signal. "Yes?"
"The boys and I were wondering if we could go to Target or something" Niall rubs his forearm and looks down nervously. Harry must run this place like a dictator, and four boys are like his slaves. Then I notice something.
I must be too.
"No, it's almost nine o'clock and I need help watching Alison over here" He looks down at me and smiles, caressing my cheek. "Tomorrow maybe. Okay?" Niall nods then leaves.
Tomorrow? So I won't be dying anytime soon I guess. The torture, being used; never thought it'd happen. Sure, I didn't get the best grades, my school wasn't the best, I've been suspended. Life never worked out the way I wanted it to. My father was an alcoholic, My mother divorced him, she couldn't support us very well so we moved to a weaker neighbourhood. I was kind of the badass at school, talking in class, 60%, just passing. But never did I expect to be kidnapped and taken by five guys.
"I'm getting tired" Harry slides me off his lap and stands up, grabbing my writs. "Lets go to bed" We walk down the hallway and into the room I was being cut in. I stay standing in front of the closed door, he waves me in, slowly I walk into the bathroom where he is. "Here" Harry hands me a pile of his clothes. Boxers and an over sized t-shirt, even too big for him. I take off my bra and underwear, plus the clothes he gave me before and put the new ones on. I look like a guy.
"You look hot, Alison" Harry smirks at me over on the bed, I walk over face-to-face with him.
"I am not your little sex toy! if you think I am you're completely wrong" I step back, Harry's eyes turn darker like he's going to hurt me but he doesn't. "I'm human, not a toy, I have a life so just please no-"
"Alison, don't make me punish you again" Harry crosses his arms against chest and continues to smile at me. "We wouldn't want that not would we" Harry gets up and walks slowly over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and moving his hands from the center of my back to the small of my back.
"I wouldn't want that but you are a different story" I sigh, he moves his hand to my butt and keeps them there. "Am I right?"
"I don't know" Harry digs his fingers harshly into my skin, I shiver and push back, my hands on his chest. "What's wrong?"
"I am not sleeping in this room" I twist the door knob, it's locked. I open my mouth about to scream but Harry puts his hand over trying to cover it.
"Shh" He whispers harshly in my ear. "You're sleeping in here, and that's final" He puts one hand on my stomach then keeps the other hand on my mouth. "You have no choice"
"Like I said, not a toy" I remove his hand from my mouth.
"You're mine, Alison" He puts his other hand on my stomach too. I lean back into his chest. "You're mine." Harry repeats in a gentle tone this time. I move my hands to wrap around his waist, his slide down to my hips. I close my eyes gently and Harry starts kissing my neck gently. Once Harry reaches my sweet spot in between my collar bones he starts to nibble gently. I unwrap my arms and push him off but his grip tightens. I can't be falling in love with someone who abuses me and is going to kill me even if he says that he won't.
"Harry, I can't" I say gently and quietly, Harry doesn't stop. "I can't" I say now in a more stern tone, he looks down at me. I feel so weak when he's holding or even touching me, my small body, it's not bone it is more muscle but Harry is to Strong, my height is medium, about 5'7.
"Alison" Harry runs the side of his thumb over my forehead. "I wasn'y going to sleep with you tonight." Suddenly relief comes to me, the first time in a couple of days. Then I remember he said tonight he will eventually, I sort of knew that all along. I get out of his arms and sit on the side of the sink counter. I move onto my knees then put my hands on the mirror and look at my reflection. My nails have been bitten to the beds, and my eyes are puffy and red. Harry puts his hand on my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. I stand up and just stare at the bed.
"You coming?" Harry asks after about five minutes of me just standing there with a petrified look in my eyes. I shake my head.
"Can I please sleep on the floor or couch?" I ask rubbing gently on my bicep just under the cuts.
"No" Harry says . I walk over trying not to show fear and lay down in the bed. I know I won't be able to sleep tonight. "Here." He hands me a small light blue clear pill. I put it in my hand and then in my mouth and swallow.
Everything around me spins and blurs.
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You're Mine. |H.S|
Fanfiction"You're mine." Harry pushes me up against the wall and holds his hands to the back of my thigh. "Say it." I just stand there, my stomach feeling like it's about to burst with nervousness. "Say it!" He demands. "I'm yours, Harry." My breathes stutter...
