Heroine (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Sixteen

Harry's POV-

I know it's wrong of me to want this. I'm an honest man, for the most part, so I'll admit it's very wrong. I'll even admit that lately, it's all I want.

Her.

To be clear; a chance to toy with her, only.

To watch her squirm, even if out of fear-close enough. An opportunity to barge into her room and touch her in some way. Rawling her up so I can witness five seconds of her bravery, where she tells me off, until I've had enough and she cowers back down. Practically kneeling before me, begging. Not exactly what I want her to beg for-but like I said, close enough.

I wanna see her when she's calm, too. How does she hold herself when she's not scared for her life? Looking as dishy as she does, she must posses a massive amount of confidence. So feminine and soft. I quietly shift around in the chair, an urge coming over me.

I just need to get my fill of her already-to get her out of my system. That or forget her completely, and let one of the guys handle this end of business for me. You see, there's really not much to be done with this job, technically. As long as she's in my possession, I'm doing all I need. It's just a game of waiting till her father caves. I guess you could say I couldn't help myself with all the extra drama when she first got here. Apparently a few of my men even found themselves tempted to have havoc with her.

Someone burned her, for heavens sake. I still would like to know how it happened, the context of it...

The memory of her taking Mason's orders in the living room the day William got fired, invades my prior thoughts. So vivid and clear I see the fear in her eyes as he spoke to her, and the obedience she gave him, to follow. For some reason her complying to Mason, burns me more than whoever literally burnt her.

No pun intended.

She's so responsive to him, for whatever reason, and I loathe it. It's pathetic and it's exactly why I cut off all contact with her from everyone. Mason included.

Even myself.  Sort of.

What would it matter if I still toy around, or give her stupid orders? I'm the boss here. I can do whatever I want, things that the boys aren't allowed to. But for some reason I don't like the idea of them knowing I come in here. That's why I wait, and because I can't help myself, I visit her at night, when everyone's out of the house. They're all tucked away in the guest houses, and it's just her and I in here.

She stirs in her poor excuse of sleep. She's never been willing to let her guards down and get proper rest since she's been here. Lately however, she's lacked it even more. I've had to be very strategic when coming in here now that she's caught on to my visiting. I thought she was dreaming at first, when she called out my name that night. The thought of myself starring in her dreams, had me quite excited actually. Then she spoke again, asking me to stay. She wasn't sleeping at all. I walked out obviously... what else was I supposed to do?

Then she followed me to my room.

I can't forget the way she looked. The way she touched me, and the emotion it drove through me.

I try not to read into that night too much, but it's hard.

The black linen pajama set Mason had picked up for her, diverts my attention. She's shifted her arm above her head, and now her tops pulled up revealing her hips bones. They're protruding much more than when she first got here, which is concerning, but her flesh is still mouth watering.