Pleasure & Pain|| Harry Styles || h.s.

Unforeseen

ANNE:

Feared seized my entire body.

Like it surrendered to the force that was dragging me inside the place where a man already was suffering to breathe.

I wanted to fight the arms that were wrapped around my waist, picking me up in air with my back close to his chest panting hard.

I just failed to resist every motion.

It was a lot to comprehend in a time of 11 second interaction.

Suddenly, I felt myself kept back on the ground while the grip around my waist retained, his hands resting in front of my abdomen.

“Calm down, Anne.” He shushed me, bringing his mouth close to my earlobe, the hot hair making me quiver.

“Or I won’t like to make you.” He adds, making my own arms over his, loose their urge to fight the touch, standing with no movement.

The arms snaked around me fell off while one of his hand reached to hold my right one as he stepped forward to stand in front of me.

“I’ll never hurt you.” Was the first thing me assured, leaning down to my level, boring his emerald eyes into mine.

I nod, gulping the fear down my throat.

“Help – me.” A slow pleading voice drew my attention back to the man, my eyes shutting down at his condition.

“You want some more help, huh?” Harry anger flooded through his deep voice as he rushed to reach the man and cause more harm.

I just stood there with my eyes shut.

I just can’t convince myself to take another look of his rotting condition.

A hitting sound was heard followed by bone cracking, yet another painful voice filled the room.

I placed my palm over my ears, avoiding the voice that was making me suffer.

“I’m sorry.” The man cried through his pain, making me pull my hair in frustration while my eyes were shut close tighter than before.

Then there was a couple of hits and the man only pleaded me to make him stop and let him live but only if he knew, I was no less scared to be here.

Nor safe.

But this can’t continue anymore for my own sake.

I can’t count another death on my name.

“Stop.” I almost screamed, boldly opening my eyes, marching up to Harry.

Harry head cocked at me as he stood their shirtless with a black pants resting lower on his waist, seat dripping over his carved figure.

“Please don’t.” I held him by one of his arms, the ones whose knuckles were colored with blood and bruises.

“I think I told you to stand away.” He spoke through gritted teeth, sliding his arms smoothly out of my grip.

“Move.” He shuts at my face, making me flinch and take a step back.

Seconds later, before I can make a second attempt to beg him to spare his life, his fist collided with the man’s nose, making blood flew over the floor, a few drops splashing on my very clothes.

His face wasn’t having a single feature like before that can be differentiated.

It clearly showed how he was beaten over last few days, the nose structure flattened while his lip is all busted with dry blood layered with freshly opened cuts.