"What are you Harry? Obviously you are not human... a-and I want the truth."
Harry looked at me in disgust. And walked back to the bed, and laid down with back to the bed.
"Im a monster."
I was really confused at this point, and was just wanting him to open up a little more.
"You don't seem like a monster."
My voice wasn't terrified anymore, it was just calm, and steady.
Harry got up and looked at me with red glowing eyes, he was gawking at me... Like a predator.
"Shall we test the theory?"
He was smirking, not the sexy smirk, but the 'I will kill you' look.
A lump started to form in my throat.. The fear was overwhelming me of what he might do to me.
He paced to get to me, once he reached me, he sniffed my neck.
"You're a virgin?"
Oh shit... How did he know! No one knew that expect Abby? Did Abby tell him?! No, cause she is missing with that Roger dude.
Harry's face wasn't in my neck anymore. He was in my face, peering into my eyes, like he could understand me. Too bad, cause no one gets me.
"I'm sorry, but I can't answer that. Harry, I need Abby... I know you have her locked up somewhere. She is the only person who gets me, and she is the only true family I have."
I tried with all my might to sound like an angel so he could reveal Abby, and I can find a way out of here.
He cocked his head to his right. Just gazing at me weirdly.
"Do I scare you, my love?"
My answer would be yes, but why was he changing the subject I wanted to talk about the most?! Basterd...
"We were talking about Abby... Not Harry."
I sounded as if I was teasing or talking to a little 5 year old about his attitude problems.. But really, I was being serious.
Harry groaned a laugh with his accent... Oh my, his laughter really drove me crazy!
"Abby is with Roger, their mates, like us. But Abby is safe, she is on the other side of the castle... But is resting, she kind of got hurt on her way here. But is fine."
What the hell!
"Is she okay! Gosh damn Harry, this shit isn't fucking funny!?"
I was mad, okay I am bipolar but no need to be mean.
Harry shut up at the tone of my voice... And stood there shocked.
"Don't speak like that to me again."
He was stern, but still demanding.. I hate being demanded.
"Stop demanding me Harry, I'm not a puppet!"
I walked out of the room & into the red room. The light was still on & the girl was also gone.
I was amazed still by this room, it was so fancy & mysterious. I loved it!
" don't walk out on me Becky!! "
I felt a hand grasp my shoulder, I yelped in pain... This is not a human strength.
"Ouch!!!"
I think I have a bruise.
"From now on you will not leave your room until I say so."
His was pissed but he still kept his strong grip on my shoulder, dragging me back to the room I woke up in.
It got to the point where my feet tripped on something and he slammed me down on something soft.. It didn't hurt though.
"Go to bed Becky."
He was walking out of the door until I stopped him with the answer.
"FINE HARRY! I'm scared of your terrifying ass, okay!? I don't want to go to sleep cause I don't want to be murdered by someone! I don't even know what I am!? And you can't control me, I have my rights. Why am I here anyways! You already have that girl you probably fuck all the time, and she is probably pregnant! For damn sakes that Amie girl! "
The last sentence I said was totally bizarre, and I guess true.
"Sometimes I wish I wasn't alive to deal with this bullshit that keeps happening to me."
My voice was once again below a whisper, but he managed to hear.
"Go to bed. I'll deal with you tomorrow."
He shut the door & the lights went off.
I got out of bed and walked to the closet to put on that lingerie. I got undress from my plain white t-shirt and my blue jean pants to the lingerie... I just wanted to wear it since I was going to bed, I hate wearing clothes when I am going to bed.
Incessant I had the lingerie on, I went to the bed... Hesitating to get under the covers, but I did. In matter of seconds I was sound asleep.
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FanfictionHarry Styles is the King of the Underworld that consists of all supernatural beings. Becky Younger is a stripper who means to pay her way through college by choosing this career. Who would think that they are mates? Destined to be with one another...