Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

"I hope you aren't contemplating defiance, little dove." Harry muttered, watching me with hooded eyes, running his pink tongue over his slightly chapped lips. "You're only going to make it worse on yourself."

"I'm not!" I squeaked. At that exact time, there was audible yelling coming from the dining room. I fell quiet along with Harry, both of us listening intently to my mum and Robert's.. loud conversation. It sounded like they were arguing.

"You're flirting with your ex boyfriend?"

"No, Robert, you're crazy! How could you think that?!"

"I'm not goddamn fucking stupid, Katherine. I could see right through you."

"Just... fuck. I don't want Ariana to hear this. I don't want her to be exposed to our fucking arguments. Especially about something as stupid as this, Robert."

I listened with wide eyes at their argument. Even Robert seemed to notice that my mum was flirting with Harry. I could understand why she was, Harry was attractive. If he was my age and not a pedophile, I would have probably flirted with him a little too.

But my mum.. well.

That's a different story.

She was a woman with a fiancé. This isn't right at all.

"They're fighting again." I murmured, nibbling on my dry lips. My eyes teared up as I continued to listen to their bickering through the door. "T-They're fighting again and I.. I can't do anything about it!"

"Sh, Ariana." Harry hushed me, still listening to their conversation.

It consisted of yelling and "you're my fiancé we shouldn't be arguing" and other things I'm too afraid to think of.

Harry held out his hand, waiting for me to hold on to it. I looked at it reluctantly, fearing for my life because of the man in front of me. "Come on."

I don't get him.

One second, he was sweet, the next he threatened to kill my fucking parents, and now he's sweet again. I think I'm missing something here.

I didn't dare touch him as I pushed the door open, watching as my mum and Robert's mouth froze once I walked in. "Are you guys... Am I interrupting.. uh, am I interrupting something?"

"Ariana, please go to your room, now. Don't come back out. Take your food up with you if you want. Go on, please," My mum gushed, almost in tears. I stared at her, confused.

"Why?" I asked simply. It was a simple, yet triggering question, because she lashed out right that second.

"Ariana, damn it, just go to your fucking room!" Mum bellowed, tears streaming down her face. She motioned upstairs and right exactly that moment, Harry walked in.

"Katherine..." Harry murmured, speechless. "Are you alright?"

My mum instantly wiped away her makeup and plastered a smile onto her face. Robert didn't say anything the whole time, but he watched the exchange between them two.

"Course I am, baby Harry." Mum cooed. I walked over to Robert and he was absolutely tense. I buried my head in his chest and fake gagged, causing him to chuckle quietly.

"That is horrible, I'm sorry, you dirty donkey." I muttered into his T shirt. He didn't reply but wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tightly.

"It's s'kay, Ari." Robert said softly. "She's only calling him baby because he's five years younger than her. She told me that."

"No. Not that.. it's the.. the whole flirting thing. That's just twisted." I cringed. "Besides, Harry.. h-he.."

I almost said it, and I almost risked Robert and mum's life, and I almost wanted to thank Harry for interrupting me.

"I could take Ariana to my place while you guys sort things out." Harry's voice echoed throughout the dining room. "Do you mind if I do that, Robert?"

Oh my god.

No, no, no, no, no.

When Robert opened his mouth, Mum interrupted. "Of course, go ahead Harry. Robert, we could trust Harry. I promise we could. He's a nice guy and I trust him to take good care of Ariana."

Robert nodded, irritated, and I felt my throat dry up.

I was going to stay with Harry.

Overnight.

After what he just did to me.

Oh god.

"Mum, I don't think that's a good idea. I have that project I told you about.. um, remember?" I stammered. Mum nodded and gestured to Harry.

"Ask about how we met and stuff when you're at Harry's house." She stated firmly. My mouth hung wide open. "Robert and I have to discuss some things."

"But-"

"Harry knows, honey. Just go. Please. Harry'll drop you off at school tomorrow." Mum said, her voice on the verge of breaking.

"I-I.. okay." I finally gave in, watching Harry's expression change drastically as an amused smile danced across his face.

"Go on, pack your stuff, Ariana." Harry said softly, pointing upstairs. Robert didn't say anything but watched as I trudged upstairs, trying to make time go by slower.

Once I reached my room, I grabbed my phone, my laptop, my makeup, my toiletries, and my uniform, shoving it all into a bag and grabbing my backpack.

This was going to be horrible.

When I went downstairs, Harry was waiting downstairs, his face rid of any emotions. He was sure damn good at hiding his feelings.

Do you know that feeling when your stomach feels tight and you start getting extremely cold even though it's warm? That's exactly what I was feeling right now. My legs were shaking but I managed to hide that in front of everybody.

"Again, I'm so sorry for ruining this for you, Harry." My mum muttered, shooting a death glare to Robert. He stared back as an attempt to fight back. "Maybe we could talk this over next time?"

Robert stalked up to her and stage whispered into her ear, "There will be no next time."

Harry cracked a smile at this and I did the same, admiring how Robert was so overprotective over his love for my mum. I didn't understand why my mum barely even showed hers, when Robert was giving her his all.

"We best be going now." Harry said almost cheerfully, waving at the two. They both nodded and mum said bye to both Harry and I, whereas Robert just told me goodbye.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat as I walked out the door and into my front yard, looking at the tiny snowflakes that covered the road in front of me. It was December and the temperature was hitting a slight low, not too cold but about cold enough to be hot.

That made absolutely no sense.

When Harry and I got to his car, he did all his driving and all that stuff in silence. Once we exited my house's driveway, the assault started.

"So, little dove," Harry attempted to make conversation with me. His free hand, which was his left, (A/N: in London or the UK the drivers seat is on the right unlike America, I'm American and I saw a picture of Harry driving and I was like why the fuck was the steering wheel on the right and yeah lol) drifted to my thigh and it rested there, causing my breath to hitch slightly. "Do you like school?"

I scoffed silently. "Not really, no. I mean.. I have good grades and stuff, but that's just because I really don't like my mum -- I mean, I just want to go to college and move to um, the US or something --"

"Hold on," Harry interrupted, his smile widening. His hand went north a little, my skirt riding up to the point where my shorts were. I bit my lip and prayed silently he wouldn't do anything. "You don't like your mum?"

"Ah, I do Harry, but you're.. you're touching me and I can't think straight." The words left my mouth without my consent and I slammed my hand over it, silencing the words that were threatening to spill.

"Oh my God." Harry chuckled, his hand trailing until it was directly over me. His fingers hovered over it before he pressed his index finger over my pearl, (A/N: HAHAHAHAHA PEARL SORRY THE C WORD WILL GET THIS RATED R AND BUNDLE OF NERVES IS OVER USED OMG SORRY) and I let out a low cry.

"Harry, you can't do that, stop!" I gasped. He was so, so much older than me and he was doing things that were unspeakable. I couldn't even speak myself, but he finally detached his hand when the light turned green.

"I can do a lot of things, my love," Harry hissed under his breath. "You're my Lolita, my Dolores Haze, I'll stop at absolutely nothing to get you."

"Your what?" I asked, baffled. Was he referring to his girlfriend that abandoned him or something?

He chuckled without a hint of humor in it. "You'll find out soon, little dove."

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When we got to his house, I was surprised to find out it was like a freaking mansion. There were large gates everywhere, along with a swimming pool, I wouldn't be surprised if I went in there and found out that Lana Del Rey was living in there.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked, evaluating my response.

I nodded and my eyes widened when he opened the door to his house, typing in a password to it. The door slid open, like one of those futuristic doors, and my jaw was probably on the ground right now.

"I got this house for us." Harry murmured, his goofy grin returning when he saw the shocked expression on my face. I snapped back to reality.

"For us?" I almost screeched, my voice echoing through the large, spacious room. "What do you mean?"

He sighed. "I love you. Ever since the day you were a little girl, I've always wanted you."

"W-What?" I sputtered, trying to take his words in without blowing myself up. "What are you trying to say?"

"We're going to have a future together." Harry stated. "Not the daughter to father kind.. but you know.."

"Oh, no. Absolutely not, Harry. You are fucking insane." I spat, wheeling around to face the door. There was still a password to it, with many confusing buttons I couldn't comprehend, but I clicked on a button.

"Put in passcode." The feminine machine voice said through the speaker.

I grunted in frustration and typed in numbers that came in to my head.

0000.

1234.

4321.

5555.

6969.

"You have exceeded the attempt limit -- alerting authorities." The monotonous voice spoke again. I panicked.

Was it the police?

Oh wait. I could have called the police to help.

"I am the authority here." Harry murmured from right behind me. "I'm the head officer of the police department, and I have many connections. Don't try to call the police, because it isn't going to work."

The alarm suddenly went off and I let out a shriek, covering my ears. Harry didn't seem very fazed by it and he went to the keypad, pressing his finger against the blue screen.

"Alarms shut down." The voice emanated from the speaker. I jumped slightly.

"I doubt you're ever going to leave me alone." I murmured as the realization hit me. He was truly going to keep me. Sure, he'd let me continue doing whatever I did in my life, but there were going to be some restrictions.

I think I knew the first one -- no dating, because I'm supposed to love Harry.

God, this was going to be impossible to get out of, especially since I knew that there isn't just that rule.

I was restricted.

And the person who restricts me from being free me is my mum's ex boyfriend.

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A/N: it's one am I can't think straight so ill edit this chapter tomorrow because it doesn make sense I can't even spell simple words and melina said this story was her life and I screamed and I'm really tired I'm going to sleep like I literally cannot think right now and I almost forgot who Harry was on my god do u know how tired I am. editing tomorrow sigh
dedicated to chinavase because Melissa follows me on this website I forgot it's the one with the brown box with a camera oh yeah instagram lol im really tired and Candice is fabulous and psycho is smut suit smut
oh ya the Lolita part i just found out about the book Lolita yesterday so I made a reference to a book I've never read
i love u thanks for reaching the goal in one day yay
-l x