~*~ Harry ~*~
Harry gives up on accepting requests and submits another for himself, this time asking for someone to meet him to just hang out and watch TV. The only caveat of his request is that they need to host. No way is he bringing a fix to his room. The request is accepted fairly quickly, and they agree to meet at the guy’s flat. As usual, Harry is punctual, showing up on time and laden with popcorn, candy, and soft drinks.
“I brought snacks,” he says, lifting the bag in his hand.
The guy smiles and moves back, inviting Harry to walk inside. “Great. You must be Harry. Come on in.”
They natter about random topics while the popcorn is popping, neither delving too deep into any one topic. After dumping the popcorn into a bowl, Harry picks it up and follows the man into the living room.
“Living room or bedroom? I have TVs in both.”
Harry doesn’t want to there to be any confusion or misleading ideas, and crawling into bed, even just to watch TV, with someone may give the wrong impression, so he easily responds, “Living room is perfect, thanks.”
About twenty minutes into the movie, Harry feels a hand settle on his thigh with a firm grip. It makes him a little uncomfortable, and he tenses slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. The hand moves higher and just brushes against his crotch. Harry shifts not so subtly away, “I’m really not interested in a hookup tonight. I just wanted some downtime away from everything.”
The man chuckles, “You’re cute, thinking I care what you want.” Before he can respond, the guy has his hands wrapped around Harry’s throat. Squeezing hard, he continues, “Get on your back, and shut up.”
Harry struggles, grasping at the hands around his neck in an attempt to break the man’s hold. “That’s it. Fight me. It gets me hard.” He removes one hand and slaps Harry across the face. Three more slaps, and Harry stills. “Don’t be such a pussy. Fight me!”
Harry doesn’t move. “Let me go,” he rasps through his compressed airway.
“I don’t think I will until I am done with you.” He shoves his free hand into Harry’s pants and yanks hard on Harry’s dick. Unable to stop himself, Harry screams in pain. “Perfect. Just like that.”
Harry feels his phone buzzing with an incoming call, and a moment of hope floods him. If he can only answer it, maybe whoever it is can help him. He reaches down one hand to pull it from his pocket, but the man gets there first, kneeling over Harry in the process. He frees the phone from the front pocket of Harry’s jeans, sparing a glance at the screen.
Harry uses the man’s split-second distraction and brings his knee up hard causing the hand to loosen from around Harry’s neck. He quickly slips out from under him before he can begin to recover. Harry's shirt ripping as the man grabs it to stop him. Running to the door, he sees his phone sail past his head and shatter when it hits the wall closest to him. He picks up the remnants and hurries out the door before the other guy can get his feet under him.
Niall catches him in the hallway when he gets back to his room. “Harry! What the hell happened?”
“Leave me alone,” Harry says, brushing past him.
Niall stops him with a gentle hand. “Please talk to me. What’s going on?”
Harry yanks himself free. “I’m fine.” He pushes his door open, but Niall follows hot on his heels.
