Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

"Ariana, wake up." I heard Harry murmur as the bed shifted besides me. "It's time to get up. You've been sleeping for twelve hours."

I groaned and attempted to shove him away from me. I felt horrible, I always tended to after I woke up. My mouth tasted like dead rats, and I looked terrifying. "Please let me shower before you talk to me."

"Okay," Harry said. "Whatever, as long as you get up. Oversleeping isn't healthy for you."

Neither is having me held hostage, I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry." I muttered, rolling over to the edge of the bed.

Right when I was about to drift off again, my weight shifted toward the end of the bed and I fell, a shriek escaping my lips. Harry's footsteps could be heard as I pushed myself off the floor, rubbing my eyes wearily. "I'm taking a shower."

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, stifling a smile. "Go ahead and take a shower, I'll wait for you out here."

"Alright," I murmured. "Be right back, then."

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After I was done showering and relieving myself, my eyes wandered around the enormous bathroom, assessing every corner and crook of it. There could be an escape -- perhaps a trapdoor or a large window.

After about five minutes of looking, it hit me. There was unfortunately none.

"Lost at sea, there's a light in the distance, under the surface, pulling me in-" The familiar sound of my ringtone broke me out of my slight trance, and everything just suddenly fucking hit me.

My phone -- oh, my God.

The last time I checked though, it wasn't in my pocket or anything.

I cursed as I searched through my pockets, following the source of the ringtone. It wasn't there.

It was coming from underneath the bathroom sink.

Smooth, Harry.

I stumbled on my way to the sink, my fingers trembling with excitement as I grasped the iPhone in my hands. I didn't even attempt to type in the passcode, I immediately went to emergency call and dialed "999."

The call didn't work out, and I panicked again. Why wasn't it working?

Oh yes, we were in America.

What was the emergency number in America? "Oh, my god, fuck fuck fuck, fuck."

It suddenly clicked -- 911.

I dialed 911 and I was literally out of breath even though I didn't do anything. "911, what is your emergency?"

"Hi," I breathed, my palms sweating as my words came out in weird puffs. "I've just been kidnapped, I'm from London but he took me to Hawaii in America and-" I burst into quiet sobs.

"Who kidnapped you?" The woman asked as audible beeps and complicated noises came through the phone. "Relax, do you know his name?"

"His name is Harry-" I started, before there was knocking on the other side of the door.

Think, Ariana.

I could pretend to sing, maybe. "Um, uh, I love Hawaii and it's beautiful, even though it's a desolate island, like, um, this guy from my school named Bryan." I am such a fucking idiot, what am I thinking?

"Miss, I don't understand-" The lady murmured, confusion evident in her (supposed to be) soothing voice.

"Harry Styles!" I gave up on the singing stunt, yelling into the phone. The banging on the other side of the bathroom got louder. Oh my goodness.

"Ariana, open this door right fucking now!" Harry yelled, instantly making me hang up and hide the phone underneath the rug in the bathroom. I could try saving it for later use.

I crawled over to the door and placed my shaking hands on the doorknob, closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath. He was going to be so fucking pissed.

The knob turned and I opened it, backing away instantly. Harry's tall and lean figure leaned down to mine and he gripped my chin with his fingers, pulling my face towards his.

"What were you doing?" He seethed, his hand traveling to the back of my hair. He grasped a handful of it and pushed my head closer to his, his breath fanning over my face. I didn't reply, my eyes finding the floor interesting.

"I said, what were you doing?" He repeated, firmer this time. I swallowed and managed to force out a few words.

"I-I called the police." I squeaked, watching as his eyes narrowed and his lips curved into a half smirk.

"Ah, is that so?" He ran his tongue over his lips, wetting them on contact. "So you think they'll find you -- don't you?"

"They will," I murmured, tears pooling in my eyes. I didn't believe myself.

"So that means they'll take you away from me," Harry muttered, tapping my chin to get my attention. I looked into his eyes and blinked away the tears. "I can't have that, can I?"

No response.

"That means I have to take you before anyone else can." His lips slammed onto mine, taking me by surprise. I was momentarily dazed when his tongue swiped over my bottom lip.

Take me? Does he mean sex?

"Harry -- what are you talking about?" I yelped when his hand suddenly dipped into my shorts, pulling them down instantly. He was so... forward with everything.

"I mean, I don't want anyone else to have you," he murmured, his words proving him to be psychotic as the seconds ticked on. "I don't want anyone to take you before I do."

The realization hit me full force. "No, Harry, that's-!"

"I wouldn't use that word, baby girl." he whispered, his thumb pressing directly on my clit. I sucked in a breath and jolted, my body defying my thoughts.

Fuck.

"That's right," Harry's lips went to my ear, his breath hot against my cold skin. "Make yourself comfortable."

He hoisted me up, my body frozen because of what he just did. He was sexually harrassing me, and the only thing I could do about it was sit there and take it. "H-Harry,"

"Shh, it's alright. You're safe with me, okay?" I was absolutely stoic as he yanked down my knickers, tossing them on the floor. He rested me gently on the bed and I could see the outline of the protruding length that laid within the confinements of his boxers.

Oh. Oh my god.

"Harry, I don't want to!" I exclaimed, shrinking away from the sight of his arousal. This is horrible.

"Ah, it's okay, baby girl," he murmured, his voice strained. He took off his tie and sat on the bed next to me, grasping both of my wrists. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What was he doing?

The silk was wrapped around my wrists, successfully preventing me from doing anything violent, such as punching him in the face. "What-"

"Do you trust me?"

"No." I mumbled, stifling a smirk. He raised his eyebrows and suddenly, his fingers were in my mouth. I contemplated on biting his fingers, but I knew it would be a horrible idea.

Before I could protest, his fingers immediately went to my core. My arms were somehow wrapped around his neck. He circled me gently, taking in the feeling of me around him. "Yes, you're being such a good girl."

"Well, maybe that's because my hands are fucking tied up!" I pointed out the obvious. He slammed his fingers into me and I gasped, trying to pull away from him.

"No, no, you wouldn't want to use that kind of language at a time like this, when I have full control over you, hm?" He breathed into my ear. "That is, unless I'm fucking you.."

"You wouldn't dare." I said weakly, resting my head on his shoulder. His fingers continued probing me and I clenched as if to say I wanted him to get away from me.

"I'd like to test that out," He chuckled throatily, shifting so that I was basically straddling him. He thrusted slightly so that his bulge rubbed against me, making me jolt in surprise. "Since you decided to call the fucking police, I need to take you before some other pathetic boy does."

"No, Harry, you're better than this," I pleaded. "Don't do it!"

He didn't do anything but pulled out a rubber packet, tearing it open with his teeth.

Oh my god.

I was pushed onto the bed softly, watching as Harry fumbled with his belt. He pulled his trousers, including his boxers, down, before quickly sliding the protection over his large dick. This is not happening.

Before I could process anything, he entered me with such an intense force that could've knocked me out. "H-Harry, what the fuck?"

"Sh." He muttered, stopping inside of me so I had time to adjust. "No one else can have you."

"Please, stop it, Harry." I sobbed into his shirt, trying to ignore the pain in my lower region. It was painful and I don't understand the pleasure in this.

"It's okay, I need you to breathe, baby, breathe. It'll get better, I promise you."

"I fucking hate you." I confessed weakly, fisting his shirt and tugging at it. He thrusted inside of me gently, as if to avoid hurting me -- the pain only intensified.

"I love you, so much." He sighed, kissing my forehead. "Can you come for me?"

"No." I didn't detect even the slightest amount of pleasure. "I can't."

"I'm not going to come if you don't." He sighed again, pulling out of me. "Never mind, then."

"You just took my virginity." I mumbled, my eyes stinging again. A 36 year old man took my innocence. Oh, my god.

This is not happening.

"You just took me!" I cried, letting everything hit me like a pile of bricks. "Oh, my God, you took me by force! You just.. took me!"

"It had to be done.." Harry uttered, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, but I was having you -- one way or another."

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A/N: i don't like this chapter so i'll edit it later lol. i hate how he graped her because grape is wrong -- i don't know why i did it but i'm pretty sure i'll regret it. grape isn't a thing to joke around with. okay with that said i just want to say how the fuck did the last chapter get 1k votes like the actual fuck that's amazing. can you guys also check out my short story, snowstorms? it's harry and it's about christmas and yeah idk ok. dedicated to harryandtea because she's so so lovely and yeah. sorry for the long waiiiittt omg and louis' turning 22 tomorrow ok no u can't just fuckin

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