Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 9

When I finally drifted back into consciousness, I realized that I was laid on a soft mattress in a foreign room. The room was dark and it was difficult to see anything. The air in here was unusually warm, and I attempted to sit up.

I wasn't in my house.

The events of yesterday -- today -- I didn't even know anymore -- came back to me and I gasped, bolting upwards immediately. I tried to move my arms but they were restricted by some type of nylon rope, preventing me from moving anywhere.

Harry did this to me.

As if on cue, there were heavy footsteps outside of the room I was settled in, and I flinched. My body acted on instinct and went back to false sleep, avoiding any contact with that monster.

There was a stream of light that instantly blinded me due to being in this dark room for so long, and my right eyelid twitched a bit. I knew Harry had opened the door. "I know you aren't sleeping, baby."

I remained completely unresponsive, even though I'd been caught. My wrists started to burn due to the rope cutting through my delicate flesh, and I suddenly couldn't bear the feeling anymore. "Harry, untie me right this mother fucking instant."

I could barely make out his eyes narrowing as his hands gripped my waist, pressing his digits harshly into my hipbone.

I winced and attempted to squirm away from his touch. "Don't use that attitude near me. And if I hear you so much as curse one more time, I won't hesitate to take you over my lap."

"Where am I?" I ignored his last statement, taking in as much light as I could. "Why would you even kidnap me, you - you, ugh!"

"You're at my house," he replied more calmly than I had. "In America -- Hawaii to be exact."

Wait, what the fuck?

I lived in London, meaning he took me literally half way across the world. How the hell did he even do that without getting caught?

Oh yes, he was a cop.

But wasn't that illegal -- internationally? Generally everywhere around the world? "How did you manage to take an unconscious girl from London to Hawaii without anyone saying anything?"

"I have connections." he simply replied. "By the way, this is one of the more smaller islands, a stray island to be exact, and we're the only two people living on this island."

"What even-"

"Sh, just accept it, baby girl." Harry said in a low murmur, his large, warm hand overlapping my shaking and smaller ones. Oh.

"Accept it?" I repeated, trying to remain as calm as possible. I forced a patronizing laugh, my wrists screaming from the exertion I used to try escaping the ropes. "Are you kidding me, Harry?"

"I'm not going to force you into doing what you don't want to do." he whispered, leaning over to kiss my cheek lightly. "But I will do what's best for our relationship."

Relationship my ass. "That means you'll let me go. That's best for our 'relationship.'" I muttered, making quotation marks with my fingers around the word 'relationship.' He's a sick ass bastard.

Harry laughed dryly. "You're mine. You have been, ever since you were younger. I knew we'd become close one day, but I didn't know it'd be like this. I did what I had to do, though. I'm a selfish man, Ariana, I love you and I want you all to myself -- and the only reason I did this is so you won't run away. Relax, baby girl. I just want you to be happy."

I gave him this look -- a look mixed with fear and defiance.

I wasn't sure I had the ability to actually do what I strongly wanted to do, which was punch him in the fucking face. "If you want me to be happy, then please just let me go!"

My voice was laced with desperation and fright. Harry was psychotic and absolutely insane.

"Afraid I can't do that, muppet." Harry muttered, his hand reaching out to my face. I flinched under his touch, if he hit me I'd surely kill him when I got out of here.

"At least untie me," I hissed, causing him to cluck his tongue disapprovingly. "Please, Harry!"

"But baby, it's so hot seeing you struggle." he whined playfully, leaning over again so his full lips were in contact with the base of my neck.

He kissed that spot passionately before biting gently, applying more pressure every time I tried to move away from him.

"Oh my God, please just go." I yelled, kicking viciously. I successfully kneed him in between his legs and the assault stopped, leaving the both of us breathless.

"Fucking hell, that hurt!" Harry groaned, cupping his crotch. I shifted uncomfortably as the full impact of what just happened hit me like a pile of bricks.

"I'm so sorry!" I gasped, trying to hold in a laugh. It was horrible to laugh at anyone in pain, but he was absolutely worse to me -- I deserved the right to laugh.

I didn't, though. I knew the better decision.

"Sh. It's okay," Harry murmured painfully, although it seemed like he was only trying to reassure himself. Even with the lack of light, I could tell he was flushed. "Just don't do that again, understood?"

"Yes, sir." I said sarcastically, pushing my arms out wards so the rope would stop creating friction on my wrists.

"Sir. Hmm, I like that," He grinned mischievously, obviously not aware of my sarcasm. He's a peculiar boy. "Maybe you should call me that more often, kinky little minx."

"I was -- that was sarcasm, oh my goodness!" I almost screamed. "You're.. why would you even -- never mind."

"I want you to be a good little girl for me, okay?" he spoke condescendingly, his shock now drifting off somewhere else.