Atley's POV:
Harry had finally allowed me to go to the party I wanted to go to after I begged him for days, and I had to make sure I didn't break any rules for an entire week. I'm walking around the party looking for my friends, Harry's 3 rules echoing over and over again in my head:
"Don't drink, don't smoke, no boys." I repeat in my head again, spotting one of my friends a little ways away and making my way over. "Hey!" I say, smiling as she hugs me. "You made it! I'm surprised." She laughs, holding out a red cup for me to take. "I'm okay, I'll probably just stick to water for now." I tell her, knowing if Harry found out I broke a rule I'd not only receive the worst punishment of my life, but I'd probably never be able to leave on my own again. "Oh, come on! You didn't drink last time you came either, what's the point of going to a party if you aren't going to let loose and have a little fun?" She says, and she does have a point.
I bite my lip nervously as I take the cup from her, hesitating before taking a small sip. I cringe at the taste before quickly downing what was in the cup, only to be offered another immediately after which I gladly took.
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I picked my phone up off of the ground after dropping it for the 100th time, not able to think of anything other than how badly I wanted Harry right now. I unlock my phone and scroll through my contacts, finding his and clicking call without even thinking about how drunk I am right now.
He answers after only a couple of rings, and I can hear that he was probably about to fall asleep. "Yes, doll?" He says after I don't say anything for a second, his raspy voice only making me want him more. "Do you think you can come and get me?" I ask him, thinking I'm doing good at hiding how drunk I am. I hear him sigh before he starts shuffling around, and not long after I hear his keys jingle.
"I'm on my way, be waiting outside for me. And you better not be drunk or your ass is done." He says before ending the call quickly.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I start panicking, running back inside to try and quickly do something about the alcohol. I can't even walk straight, I'm so screwed. I'm not going to be able to leave the house ever again and my ass is going to be so sore I can't sit down. I see a bottle of soda and pour some, quickly drinking it to try and cover the alcohol smell. I hear a horn honking over and over and I know that's him, and I'm already supposed to be out there. I'm dead at this point.
I stumble my way outside, pushing past the people in front of me trying to get out there as fast as possible. I quickly walk over to Harry's car, open the door and sit in the passenger seat. "Hi, sir." I say quietly, staring down at my lap. I can feel him looking at me, I know he knows. "Atley, how was the party?" He asks, resting one of his hands on my thigh as he starts driving.
"It was alright, did you miss me?" I try to be playful to see if he's mad, glancing over at him to see how he's acting. "I did." He says, no smile or anything. I'm fucked, and not in a good way.
I don't say anything the rest of the way to his house, trying not to think about what he's going to do to me. Not only is he mad at me, but he's had a bad week at work and I just know he's been waiting for an opportunity to punish me so he can let it out. He parks his car in the garage and gets out, coming around to open my door. I start to get out but he stops me, leaning down so we're face to face. "One chance, Atley. Did you break my rules?" He asks, his eyes turning darker.
I bite my lip and nod, looking down at the floor only for him to quickly grab my chin, making me look up at him. "Words, Atley." He says, my eyes meeting his again. Even when I know he's about to punish me I still find him so attractive, I'll never understand the power he has over me and I'm sure he knows that and enjoys it.
