One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Mental Part 2 //Harry//

Harry looks down at you with what he believed was love. To you, he just looked like a crazy psycho. Your mouth was still hurting you from the stitches. You could feel the small dribbles of blood slither down your chin, as well as the corners of your mouth. Harry had another thing coming if he honestly thought you would get married to him. Like really? Really?
Harry grabbed a tube of lipstick and took off the lid.
"You have to be pretty for your wedding day." He smiles bringing the lipstick to your lips.
"Get away from me!" You whisper/yell at him. Your tone was firm, which Harry did not like at all. He grabbed your face, staring coldly into your eyes.
"I'm in charge." He growls then angrily applies the lipstick. "There." He looks over your face to admire his work.
"Perfect. Now if only my mother was here to see you." He sighs. You glared at him.
Harry ignores the look you were giving him and walks over to the desk in the room. He stops in front of the radio set on the table. You watched what he was doing. Harry presses play, turning to face you. He smiles and walks to the bed. The voice of someone you did not know began to fill the air. A priest maybe? Eventually you came to the conclusion that the recording was of a wedding ceremony.
Harry closed his eyes listening to the guy talk. When the recording was finished, his eyes flew open. He reached in his pocket and pulled out something.
"This was my moms and now its yours." He grins, grabbing hold of your hand.
"I don't want it." You protest. Harry squeezes your hand tightly.
"You don't have a choice." He sneers. You watch as he slips the ring on your finger. Once it was on, Harry leaned forward and placed a kiss on the finger. Wow, he really was mental.
"How does it feel to be Mrs. Styles?" He asks you. His eyes sparkling with something you couldn't make out.
"I'm not your wife! We aren't married!"
Harry shook his head. His locks of hair falling in front of his face like a shield.
"I'm your husband now and you need to respect me. Mom was right, you girls are so ungrateful." He stood up and walked out the room. When you were sure he was gone, you began pulling at the restraints.
"You won't get out." Harry mumbles as he walks back in with a box.
"What are those for?" You ask, watching him cautiously. Harry pulled out various tools. He glances at you and waves one of the tools in the air.
"This is my favorite one. Its nice and sharp." He smiles pressing his fingers on the tip.
"It use to be my mother's favorite too." He tells you. Harry sets it down and pulls out another one.
"This is always fun too." He grins showing you the item. You were so confused.
"Are you going to use those on me?"
Harry shrugs, "well it all depends on how well you behave." He looks at you.
"Clearly you haven't, so I need to show you what these can do." Your eyes widened in horror.
"No!" You plead with him.
Harry lets out a sigh. He strokes your hair back and places a small kiss on your lips.
"Don't worry it won't hurt....much."