Insanity of Possession ( Yandere x Reader x Yandere )

Caution... Cracks Can Lead To Crumbling

Y/N POV

Watching the door where I knew Harry would be coming through anytime now, I couldn't help but wonder what his plan was. He had mentioned when he took the plates away, he wanted to play a game when he came back. The fact I had said no and he ignored me was expected of course. After he left I took the opening to get changed. Taking the underwear off to swap them was a pain but I realised my mistake picking tong not long after I put it on. Not only was it easier access for Harry if he tried something, but it was also uncomfortable. I had found a set of cotton pants with a bralette, soft and comfortable enough to sleep in. Getting them was wasn't a challenge now like it was earlier, hence the underwear choice. With the chain off I quickly changed, now more covered and secure I picked out something I could sleep in. Sadly they had left nothing I could use as nightwear, or at least that was nightwear. No nightdress or pyjama's, so I went with the option I had that covered the most and I knew I could sleep in. An old shirt. I couldn't tell who's it was until I got it on, but once it was on the smell that was almost ingrained in the fabric clued me in. 

It was one of Harry's, ironic but I didn't do it knowingly. The shirt was soft from being worn over time, and long enough to cover to just above my knees. I did try looking for shorts or something else to help hide myself, but it seemed that was not part of the limited wardrobe selection I was offered. Going back to fall into my seat I pulled my legs up, thinking about how much they both seemed to take pleasure in dressing me. They always had, although before to an extent I had some control. There was one time when we were younger, a couple of years after me and dad first came to live here they were almost manic about it. It was a picture day, not a school one but one for in the house. A family portrait, sibling picture, all those types of wealthy family insisting on taking each year, of course Harry somehow was in one or two with us as well. Nickolas and Harry went into ultra controlling mode. Taking over almost everything when it came to me getting ready, it had always confused me why they were allowed to back then but I never got an answer.

They had picked my outfits, and hovered over every detail as the staff put on light makeup and did my hair. While it was a little scary seeing them so controlling, I also remember how loving they were the whole time. Showering me in praise and telling me how beautiful I was, insisting some colours and styles would let everyone else see it too. An odd pang of longing to see those pictures suddenly hit, but with a sigh I did my best to push it away. My old albums were in my old room, which I of course had no access to. The other copies I would need to ask for, which I would not be doing. Or I would need to get out of this room and go look at a few on the walls. One of me Harry and Nickolas was on the wall in Nickolas's home office I knew, then one with everyone was still hanging in the hallway leading out to the garden. The sound of locks moving brought me out of my internal thinking, turning my thoughts to Harry as he came in. He stopped as soon as the door was shut and locked, his emerald eyes locking in on me. If I didn't still have my pride I would have hidden behind a pillow, not that it would have deterred him much.

 He was raking over every inch of me, I'd put money on the sudden grin was from the fact I was wearing his shirt. Turning away from him with a small huff, I set my mind to watching the still playing movie he left on. No way was I giving him the satisfaction, he already seemed all too pleased with me being dressed like this. Which even if I had picked another shirt which belonged to Nikolas, he likely still would have been please just not as overbearing about it. "You have no idea how much I love seeing you in my shirt Y/N. Just to be fair, make sure you wear one of Nikolas's too" The way he said that wasn't the usual teasing I was used to, he didn't even use a pet name he just used my name. That was rare, more so now than even. Still I scrunched my nose up at him, picking turning back to the movie over starting a fight. Eating and resting up most of the day had perked me up, but not enough to set me back to normal after the keeping me off kilter for so long. "We can even send him a picture. Give him something to make him work faster, especially since he is no doubt is a foul mood with the state of that branch"