Warzone // Harry Styles AU

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I lifted Nessa up, plopping her on my lap. She giggled, and I smiled.

"What do you want to play, Ness?" I asked, flipping through the games on our Wii.

"Mario Kart," she replied, bouncing up and down. I clicked on it, and Nessa grabbed the remote from me, along with a Wii wheel. She picked a course, and started to drive recklessly around, crashing into walls and such. I giggled at her, and she grinned.

My phone buzzed. Nessa paused her race, turning around as I picked up my cell.

"Who is it, Charlie?" She asked, and I read the text to myself. It was from Shane.

Text: Shane
Charlie if you don't answer me I will come over and get what I want myself. I don't care if you call it rape.

I turned it off. "No one, Nessa."

She shrugged, and went back to the game. I leaned back against the couch, falling asleep.

I started awake, sitting straight up. Nessa was no longer on my lap, and I wondered how long I had been out. Probably not long.

I had been asleep long enough to dream, though.

In one of my dreams, Shane was at my house, and we were arguing. I began to yell, and Shane grabbed my shirt and shoved me against the wall. I couldn't move, and he began to slowly take my clothes off, grinning devilishly.

I tried to scream, but couldn't. No one could stop him, and Shane raped me.

And again. And again.

I couldn't get out.

I shuddered, it was a dream that I wasn't going to forget anytime soon. Suddenly, I heard voices in the kitchen.

"Of course not, Shane. You're fine," it was my mom, and she was talking to Shane.

"I really don't want to be trouble, but I need to talk to her," he replied.

"Oh, don't worry about it," my mom said dismissively. "Nessa! Lets go to the park!"

What? No. Nonononononono. They were leaving. My eyes widened.

"Thank you, I'm really sorry to be a bother," Shane said innocently.

"Don't worry, darling. She's in the living room." And with that, my mother opened the front door and left my house.

I quickly laid back down, pretending to be asleep. I heard Shane enter the room, and he stroked my face. I slowly opened my eyes. He smiled, but it was cold.

"I told you," he said gruffly, grabbing my waist and lifting me up so I was standing. He slammed me against the wall, pinning me there with his legs and arms. I whimpered.

He held my face with one hand, making it so I couldn't move. He lowered his face to mine, kissing my lips roughly. I stayed still.

He pulled back a fraction, and reached around to his back pocket with that hand that wasn't holding my chin. Rolling his hips into mine, he placed a shiny silver object next to my cheek.

I focused on it out of the corner of my eye.

It was a knife.

Shane laid the flat part of the knife on my jaw, chuckling. "How about you kiss me back now, hmm?"

He shoved his lips on mine again, but I still didn't move. He rolled his hips again, biting my unmoving lip and tugging.

"Fine," he said, shrugging. He set the knife against my face with one hand, unbuckling his jeans with another. They slid partially down his thighs, and I started to shake.

Shane tugged on my pants, but didn't remove them. He kissed me again, and I screamed.

He kissed me harder to shut me up.

His hand slid under my shirt, cupping my breast. He squeezed lightly, and a few tears slid down my face.

"Kiss me back," Shane growled, pressing the dagger harder into my face. I didn't move, only drew a shake breath.

"Kiss. Me. Back!" He yelled angrily, turning the knife so it began to dig further into my skin. Just as it was about to puncture, a miracle happened.

The doorbell rang.

Shane leaped off me, and I scrambled away from him. He hastily bucked his pants, and I ran to the door, throwing it open before Shane could stop me.

Harry waited on the other side, his hands in his pockets. He smirked, and then saw Shane behind me. He frowned.

"What are you doing here, Shane?" Harry asked, his voice low.

"I could ask you the same question, Styles. Luckily for you, I was just leaving," Shane spat, shoving past me out to his car.

Harry's eyes followed him, and he stepped inside when he was sure Shane was gone. He turned to me, grinning. I stared at him expressionless.

His face fell, and his eyes vacate worried. "What happened to your cheek?" He asked, running his thumb over the raised line from Shane's knife. I turned away.

"Nothing," I said, walking away. "What do you want, Harry?"

He wandered into the living room. I followed him warily.

I glanced at the couch. Something silver caught my eye.

I spotted the knife at the same time Harry did. We both lunged for it, but he got there first.

"What the bloody hell is this?!" He roared, and I flinched.

I stared at the knife in his hand, refusing to meet Harry's eye.

His own eyes flicked from the knife to my cheek, trying to put the pieces together.

He reached out and cradled my face in one hand, lifting the knife to my already scratched cheek with the other. I looked up at him as he figured it out.

"He tried to fucking cut you?" Harry whispered. I didn't say a word. His face hardened. "I'm going to fucking kill him. He has no right to come here uninvited and try to rape you. None. I'll-"

I cut him off. "THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TOO!" I screamed. He paused.

"I don't try to rape you," he protested.

"You get pretty fucking close!" I exclaimed. "Get out of my house!"

Harry looked taken aback. "But-"

"OUT!" I screeched, pointing to the door. He slowly walked over to it, and left. He looked back at me one last time before the door shut, a confused look on his face.

I slunk down onto the floor, and began to bawl my eyes out.


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A/N:

OKAY HERE'S THE REAL CHAPTER LOL

I actually really like this chapter too I have no clue why but it makes me feel like such a rebellious person I guess. Maybe it's because of all the cuss words haha

That being said, and since you guys got a whole FOUR VOTES ON THE LAST UPDATE, can we get another three votes for another?

THREE VOTES OKAY OKAY ILY SO MUCH