50 shades of Styles

37

*Harry*

"Damn it fucking idiot, I'll kill him!" yes it was the thought that slipped through my head. Ed couldn't fucking treat Niall or me in this way. I offered him a million dollars and he said no. I raised the bid and he just laughed right up in my face. I was so pissed off that the police took the phone from me and talked to him. I'm a nervous wreck. I hear how they are trying to work the room and Niall are right, I can't do a damn shit about this.

"Maybe you should go out and take a walk, get some air?"

Damn fools. An agent shouldn't come up with such a question. I looked coldly at him and he realized his mistake. I was so close to just kill the whole bunch of them, yes it was the first time in my life that I didn't even bother. I was still angry at everyone who didn't have the knowledge to stop this bomb.

"Whoever gets bob to turn off gets two million dollars." I just said. All in the room become silent and just stared at me. It was as if they were forced to think, for once. I swallowed and I hope that the words went home, inside their small little heads. Yes, I could give them my entire fortune, only Niall survived. Only Niall left the room, hugged me and said he was feeling good. Only then I could relax, but the more hours slipped away, the more I became darker. I become that old Harry as hated the world

It broke me several times. I cried with my back to everyone and I felt so small, yes it felt like I was five years old again and my biological mother was there. I remember so well when she first time took out a whip, she beat me and she sold me how worthless I was. She tied me to a bed and she said that not even the rats wanted to know me. I remembered so well how hard she used tape to keep me solid, total fixed, in the bed. When Simon then used the same things, many years later, I understood what I needed. I needed to do the same to others as my mother had done to me. I needed to get it out of me, all the anger to function normally and I did it so well. Ed hung from the ceiling and he felt my anger, but he was one of the few who loved it. He was pleased, just I was close to him, although I used force.

I remember when Simon first time touched me down there the first time. I had been with him for a month and I loved to feel the pain from the belt and the control I had. Simon didn't hit me because he hated me, he beat me because I needed it. Maybe the pain was all I knew? I remember he slid down on his knees and he smiled at me. "We're going to try something new!" he said hoarsely, and he started to fiddle with my thing down there. When I was hard, I realized what he wanted to do, but I wasn't afraid. I had never done it on my own and I hated all people too much for even have sex. He did it in the way I managed to handle. Hard, fast, easy. Some simple suction and I was there. It was like the first time I got to taste drugs or even alcohol. I got a rush through your body and afterwards I felt so calm, for the first time in years, and I was calm all night. I could sleep and I could breathe.

...

"We have a solution!"

I turned around, wiped away tears and looked straight at the man as appeared. I guessed that he was well aware of the problem, because his face was grimly.

"Tell!" I growled hoarsely. He swallowed and tried to smile, but he didn't dared to do so fully, because I was so pissed.

"We have a guy in LA who can come here, but it takes a few hours. I have sent a special aircraft at our expense, and he's here in five hours."

I was about to yell straight out.

"Five hours?" I tried not to scream. "A lot can happen in five hours?"

He nodded, and he seemed to understand.

"I know, but that's all we can do. He trained at bombs and he's one of the few who have the same knowledge as Ed."

....

I thought back to the first time I saw Niall. He sat on the couch in my office and asked silly questions, but I loved his face right away, his eyes. It was something that made me feel good, just by looking at him. I didn't want him to go and I was so close to just throw myself over him. In my head I had seen all that as I wanted to do with him. I wanted to make him to become mine and I wanted to test his limits, his pain. When Niall had entered the elevator and went down, I had gone straight into my office. I had locked myself in the toilet and I had masturbated. I had been leaning against the door and I let my hand satisfy me. Yes, there weren't many guys who had influenced me that much earlier. If I remember it correctly what it just Simon who had touched me. Ed had tested a few times, but his hands were so clumsy that I quickly stopped it. Ed was only good for one thing and that was to hang under my roof, and receive my anger.

I then had telephoned an agent and asked them to look up all the information about Niall Horan. They had found where he worked, where he lived and everything else that was interesting. I still had those papers, like a memory. All I wanted back then was to be close to the Irishman and once I got him to come to my home, I couldn't stop anything. Yes, I used my old habit of always wanting to do things naked, but at the same time Niall had understood that I was like that, I had a big need. I knew no other way than sex and sadism. Still, he got me to soften up, slowly but surely, and now I was a mixture of everything. I loved to hit and to beat, but I also loved just being close and feel his fragrances. I loved to bury my nose in him and feel his energy against me. Niall made me calm and Niall was the answer to all questions.