Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

I was on my laptop until about eleven that night. Harry was watching some TV program about this Law and Order thing, and he didn't really pay attention to me until I accidentally got a notification from my best friend, Melina, about something we had to do the next day.

"Ariana, isn't it past your curfew?" Harry asked firmly, blindly searching for the remote on the couch. I almost laughed because who has a curfew at eleven at night?

I always sleep at about one am every day, but I still managed to keep my grades up and whatever.

Okay, that sounded really conceited, but still.

"My curfew is one am." I responded monotonously. He raised his eyebrows as if to challenge me, and he got off his couch, walking over to where I was.

"Well, in my house, your curfew is ten o' clock... I don't know what the hell Katherine is thinking." Harry spoke, finally settling on keeping me cornered against the table.

I leaned back as far as I could while Harry continued to stare at me.

He was trying to make me back down, give up.

"You're acting like you're my dad or something," I spat, narrowing my eyes at him. "News flash, Harry. You aren't -- so just because you could fucking touch me like that and I can't do anything about it doesn't mean I'm going to willingly bend over whenever you tell me to."

"I guess I never really went over the rules with you yet." Harry murmured, the sly smirk on his face growing with every word he said. "We should go over them now."

"There are going to be no rules, Harry. I'm not just -- a puppet of some sort. If you want someone to control, go to those.. those dom sub relationships or whatever they're called." I hissed, before regretting I said the last part. That was just absolutely weird to say.

"Are you implying that you enjoy those types of relationships? Is that what you want, Ariana? Because if it means having you, then I'll do anything." He muttered desperately, but something told me either way he was still going to have total control over me.

"And how do you even know about this stuff?"He added.

"Those are weird relationships -- and I don't know.. school I guess?" My voice was uncertain as Harry shook his head, exhaling sharply. "I don't want you, Harry! You're years and years my senior, I'm nineteen and you're like, thirty five. Isn't that.. you being a pedophile or something?

He laughed, and it was a genuine laugh. I huffed and spun around so that I was facing my computer again, checking for anymore messages from Melina.

There was none, so I spun back around to face Harry again.

"You're one of those teenagers that have an obsession with a computer, aren't you?" Harry inquired, tilting his head to get a better look at the screen.

I bent over to block his view, he didn't need to know about my conversations with my best friends.

"Yes, I guess I am." I gave him a false smile, my middle finger landing on the mouse-pad.

I scrolled it as far as I could to the top right corner in the box, and once I felt like it was on the tiny 'x,' I left clicked the mouse. Harry raised his eyebrows at my attempt to shut my laptop down.

"What are you hiding?" Harry asked, keeping his eyes on mine. I stared back dully at him.

"Rhymes with corn." I muttered sarcastically, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away as I jumped off the chair.

"You know," he sang from behind me. "Your sassy side will only get you into more trouble."

"And so will your pedophilic-ness." I shot back, but it sounded very childish.

"I'm going to let you off just this once," Harry murmured, his voice deadly. "Only because I didn't tell you any of the rules yet."

"Thanks, daddy." I said, my voice thick with sarcasm. I began to realize how.. dirty that sounded when I saw Harry's smile widen, his eyes flickering with amusement.

I hated how the term 'daddy' was sexual now.

This is so disgusting.

"Hm, you should call me that more often, baby girl." Harry mused, licking his lips. He patted the spot next to him on the bench like chair, motioning for me to sit down next to him. "Sit down, baby girl. I don't bite."

I followed his orders and did as he said, but I sat on the far edge, away from him and his wandering hands. "Sit down next to me."

I locked my fingers together, pressing my lips into a thin line. I didn't really know what to say -- he was acting really weird. He looked at me expectantly, as if I would just go over and sit down right next to him willingly.

He patted the seat next to him again, as if to emphasize it.

I finally sat down next to him, as stiff as a log or whatever the expression was. "Good girl."

I nodded numbly in reply, the heat radiating off of his body and warming me up. He wrapped his arms around me but I remained stationed in the same position I was already in.

I didn't want to be this close to him.

"Lay down against me," He instructed, the arm around my shoulders tightening, the pressure intensifying. I looked up at him weakly, my fiery side gone with just his touch alone.

"Ariana," he said again, frustrated. His arms tightened around my shoulders even more, and I tried my best to suppress a wince. "Don't make me repeat myself."

I didn't know what to say, so I did as he said. I leaned into him, my cheek pressing against the fabric of his T shirt, the feeling of comfort emanating from it.

The truth was, I didn't feel so comfortable around him.

I doubted I ever would.

He held me close to him -- almost possessively -- and I wasn't sure what to do, so I looked down shyly, playing with my fingers.

"So," Harry spoke, pressing a chaste kiss to my temple. "Do you like me?"

Oh. Oh my goodness.


This isn't going to end up well.

"Uh.." I stammered, unsure of what to say. He's burst into my house, literally corrupted my mum's sanity level, sexually harrassed me twice, if not even more, and basically forced me into his house without my consent. "Y-You're uh..I-I don't know."

"You obviously have some negative opinion about me, and I want you to tell me now." He aggressively demanded, his arm around me tensing up abruptly. I winced and pushed him off, sitting up straight, traces of fear flecked in my eyes.

"I- You're just really -- you scare me, Harry!" I managed to spit out, my voice sounding different than the way it usually was. "You're just, you burst into my house and you corrupt my mum or something and you make her insane and then you sexually harrass me and you're like holding me hostage in this house and you claimed that you loved me and what the hell am I supposed to do Harry? I'm not -- I can't just take this all in like it's nothing!"

I literally just spoke out my thoughts.

"Are you done?" He asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

I wasn't done, there were countless things I wanted to scream at him, but it would only result in more trouble for me. I nodded anyways.

"Good." He took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry I scare you, little dove."

I peered up at him through my lashes.

"But it has to be done -- I want us to be happy. I want you to be mine, I want to just give you everything in the world you could possibly want."

"I just want to be away from you." I muttered under my breath. He sucked in a sharp breath and I continued to glare at him. "You're a sadistic asshole."

"Boy, you need some proper discipline." Harry chuckled, running his fingers through my hair softly. "Should I go over the rules now?"

"Whatever floats your boat." I spoke. He nodded and proceeded to talk.

"Rule number-" He began, but I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

"I didn't mean it literally!" I exclaimed, furrowing my eyebrows. He laughed humorlessly before silencing me by putting a finger on my lips.

"Don't interrupt me." He warned me. "That's rule one."

I stayed silent and waited for him to continue.

"Rule two --" He continued. "Don't try to defy me."

"Rule three, you'll always be my side -- unless your parents or someone is with you."

"Rule four, don't you dare speak of this to anyone."

I screamed mentally. I so horribly wanted to do so.

"Rule five, I want you to be obedient, I want you to do everything I say. Even if I tell you to jump off a cliff, you do it -- although I'd never make you do that."

"Rule six, no cursing around me. I don't want my girl to have a foul mouth. Understand?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes.

I nodded vigorously.

"And the consequences..." Harry trailed off, finding pleasure in seeing me in my most anxious, nervous, and almost vulnerable state.

"I'm just going to hope you'll be a good little girl, okay?"

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A/N: sup 

omg i have a new story idea (if you already read constraint then i'm pretty sure you know lol) so the girl.. let's say her name is lucy. okay so what if lucy went to work at a prison and then harry's a criminal there and he tries to attract her/whatever and she's like fuck this shit i'm quitting or she gets fired (deciding on that still) and then harry's released a few days/weeks/months later and he tracks her down and all hell breaks loose you know yeah don't steal this idea or i'll steal your oxygen

i'll start writing that tomorrow so yeah.

by the way, thank you so much for #137 in fanfiction and #253 in teenfiction! it is absolutely incredible and i can't believe it omfggggg <3

thank you so much i love you all and thank you @okayava for the amazing cover! :)

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