"Harry, just-just let me go. Please," I said, tears flowing from my eyes.
"Oh, no, baby. You came to me. I took you. Now you're mine."
Before she met Harry, Mia was an ordinary girl. Then her best friend, Alexa takes her on a vacation London, where...
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TW: MENTIONS/DESCRIPTIONS OF ABUSE Harry's P.O.V.
Mia spent the next three days whining and crying about her cramps and headaches. Whether she liked it or not, she was my baby girl, and I did whatever she needed to take care of her. I suppose that it's been a bit trying for me to break this need to always care. However, during that time, she was very clingy.
"Harry," she said.
"Yes, Mia?"
"Come here. Hold me." I looked at her. She had her hair thrown into a ponytail and she wore a pair of joggers that fit around her waist and loosened near the bottom of her legs and a t-shirt. She was astonishing, even when she wasn't in her prime. Then I felt that same, fuzzy feeling I'd felt a couple of days before. I was hesitant to call it "love", but I never had this feeling with anyone else.
I walked over to the couch where she had a blanket thrown over her legs and she was watching a movie. She scooted in closer to me when I sat down. The scent of her hair traveled up into my nose. It smelled of roses and berries. I kissed the top of her head and she then laid her head in my lap.
"What movie is this?"
"I don't even know to be honest," she said. She picked up the remote to see the title. It was called "Thanks for Sharing."
She sat up and we continued watching the movie in silence. I looked over at her periodically, and her eyes were fixed on the screen. Mia had a beauty unparallel to that of anyone else. She made me want to feel. She made me sane and calm.
She looked up at me, and I looked at her. She ran her fingers through my hair and smiled.
"I love your hair," she said, her dimples evident, even in the dark room. She was adorable, and her innocence was like a child's, except for when she was being my slut in the sheets.
"I love you." The words slipped from my mouth again. She took her hands off of my chest and sat back. She bit her lip.
"Um, Harry, I-"
"Mia, it's okay if you don't feel the same, it just came ou-"
"I've been talking to Alex." I pulled back to look at her fully. Those feelings of warmth disappeared and were quickly overshadowed with anger.
"You what."
"After I saw the girl that was sending you nudes, I- I replied to Alex. Out of anger and jealousy." She looked embarrassed and sad, but I felt no pity.
"The hell am I to you, Mia," I said standing up. "Just some goddamned...fuck toy?"
"Harry, I could ask you the same thing," she said, picking up the remote to mute the TV.
"Mia wh-"
"Oh, please don't be stupid, Harry! You think I don't know the game you're playing here?"
"There are no fucking games, Mia!" I stepped towards her. She stood up, the top of her head only coming to my shoulders. She put her hands on her hips, and looked up at me, as if she were daring me to get closer.
"First of all, keep your fucking tone in check when you're talking to me, and second, stop trying to play me for stupid." She waved her hand around as she spoke. " Ever since I've gotten here, all that's ran through your mind is SEX and DOMINANCE I mean honestly!" Her hand fell down lazily, slapping her thigh.
"Mia, I've done nothing but taken care of you, I gave you a fucking job, a place to stay when you had nowhere to be, hell, I'm paying your bills Mia beca-"
"Because what Harry?! I didn't ask you to do any of these things for me!" She turned the TV off, and walked towards the room. "I'm going to bed, I don't want to deal with this."
"BECAUSE truth be told Mia," I stated, following her to the bedroom, "I do love you, and I couldn't stand you being away from me!" Silence filled the air, and even in the dark, with the moonlight shining through the window, I saw her face soften. She looked down at her feet and muttered something.
"What?"
"I said why..." She had a puzzled look on her face. "Why do you love me?"
"Mia, you're the only girl that I've met that, I just can't be away from. Everyone else, they could come and go as they pleased, but you...I need you here. When you're with me, I feel safe." I turned on the light, and I sat back down on the edge of the bed. "I think it's time I told you why I am...the way I am." I felt the bed shift as she sat in the space where she usually sleeps.
"When I was younger, there were two of us: myself and my sister. My father, he drank constantly and he rarely ever spent time with us. He'd leave home and wouldn't return until late at night, in these fits of anger. I always tried to protect my sister from him, because he took it out on us." I chuckled, thinking about those long, loud, quarrelsome nights. "The more I think about it, I wasn't the brave one. It was my mum." I stared at the floor, the memories flashing back into my head, the sounds of slaps and grunts, the smell of booze burning my nostrils. "My mum was never scared. She didn't fear him the way we did; she always stood up for us, knowing what would happen if she did."
"Harry..." she began as she moved down towards the edge of the bed to sit next to me.
"Mia, I love you because, you remind me of her. You're never afraid to speak your mind, regardless of what might happen. I always wondered why she'd stay around, and endure the way she did. She said to us, 'Sometimes, love hurts. It isn't always going to be easy.' Then she'd pull us into her arms and say, 'But love is patient, and kind. I know your father is a good man, and it's hard, but I still love him.'Mia, whenever you hug me, or hold me at night, I think of that. And I-I know it's soon to say that I love you, but I know you see something in me, and you actually see me. I told myself that I'd never be like my father...I've just always had a strong urge to protect and control, and I-"
"That's why you're into that stuff, right?" Her eyebrows were curved upwards, and her eyes glistened.
"That's my outlet. I don't want to hurt you, Mia, I-" She grabbed my hands and held them in hers.
"Harry..." She let out a deep sigh. "I'm not going to tell you I love you, because you're right, it is too soon. And after everything that happened with Alex, I'm just...not in the right space for that. But, I know you don't want to hurt me. I do see something in you, I really do." Her eyes met mine and she just stared.
"Harry, I think that if we try, we really could get somewhere. But I've barely gotten to know you, and see you outside of being dominant and, yknow, I just know it's not you all the time. I want to grow and I want to be there for you. I'm honored that I remind you of your mom, Harry, but I'm telling you right now, I'm not staying around for anyone who hurts me, physically, emotionally, mentally, any of that. I know my worth and I want you to know yours as well." She planted a soft kiss onto my lips.
"I think I'm going to go to sleep," she said, scooting up on the bed. "Good night, Harry."
"Good night Princess," I said.
Mia slept peacefully through the night. Though my body wanted rest, my mind was racing. I kept thinking of what I told Mia. I turned over to look at her, deep in sleep. Her face was soft. I couldn't help but wonder, would she start acting differently towards me because of what I told her? I don't want to be pitied. I'm not a victim. No. If anything, I became who I am in spite of my father. I wanted to be better. I will be better, for Mia. No matter what it takes.
