Subjected to Steel

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(trigger warning for this chapter: mention of guns)

PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18 OR OLDER!!!

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Harry's POV:

I was originally preparing to yell at Amelia and Stacie — they were the ones who were supposed to be keeping an eye on Addison and her alcohol intake. I didn't care if I pissed off Niall or Louis for speaking to their girlfriends in that manner. This was my house and I made the rules.

However, when I got to the kitchen to get some water for Addison, I saw that there were some half empty bottles of alcohol on the island, along with a couple of shot glasses. I knew that it wouldn't have been Jean to leave them out — he was always great about putting everything away once he was done working.

I knew Addison had gone out on the back deck for a smoke, so I was assuming she came in through the kitchen and made herself some drinks. It was probably the weed making her want to drink more.

So the real person responsible was most likely the one who had given her the weed, and I had a pretty good idea of who it was.

I entered the game room again with a scowl on my face. Everyone stopped what they were doing and went silent. Niall and Liam had been playing a game of pool while Zayn and Louis were talking with the girls on the couches.

"Alright, who gave Addison the weed?" I got right down to business as I got further into the room and snatched Zayn's pool cue away from him, tossing it carelessly onto the pool table. He backed up with his hands up in the air, "not me, man!"

"Hmm, was it your lackey then?" I glared at Liam, referring to how I knew that he and Zayn were close when they were in the other gang when it was separate and had higher ranks. Zayn was still pretty high up with me, but Liam? Not so much. The only reason that bitch boy came to my house was because he was Zayn's friend. Zayn was always telling me how I could trust Liam, but I never got that feeling from him personally.

Liam scoffed and then laughed, causing me to narrow my eyes and lift an eyebrow at him. "Something funny?"

Liam snorted and then stood up, slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked toward me. "You just need to chill, man. I was smoking it outside when Addison was out there, so I offered her some. What's the big deal?"

I clenched my teeth and peered down at him, using my height to my advantage. "The big deal is, I told you guys not to give her anything. How do I know it wasn't laced with something?"

"It wasn't," Liam deadpanned as he took a sip from his beer. I smacked the bottle to the ground and it shattered, making the girls gasp. The boys were used to seeing me like this, but I usually tried to keep things tame when the girls were around. I didn't care this time, though. I was sick of Liam's shit. He was always trying to do some underhanded and then play it off like it was nothing.

"Either way, you're supposed to abide by my rules, are you not?"

Liam was inspecting the pad of his index finger that had been cut by the glass. "Yeah," he muttered quietly as he avoided my stare.

"What was that?" I pressed.

He glanced up and his bloodshot eyes finally met mine. "Yes," he answered firmly so I could actually hear him.

"The weed encouraged her to get some more alcohol from the kitchen and she was basically falling over when I took her to bed," I explained. "Our parents are coming for dinner tomorrow night and now she's going to have a massive hangover! So thanks a lot, you dumb fuck."