Obsessed

Chapter 11*

Warning, This chapter does include mature content.

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All day I haven't spoken or go near Harry, I've been sitting in the bathroom staring at myself thinking how dirty I am. As much as I take showers I still feel dirty and all I can do is feel upset about it.

Harry has been extremely clingy towards me this morning but I ignore him, he'll sit near me when I watch the television or something and have that similar creepy grin on his face just casually staring at me and it gets me uncomfortable and creeped out.

"Baby, come down here please." Harry calls me, my body quickly moves up knowing he'd come up here if I didn't go.

I walk down the stairs to see him not in sight, I walk in the kitchen and see him cooking, so I take a seat on the stool far from him, just thinking or the feeling of his hands all over me gets me sick to the stomach and I can't take it anymore.

"Please talk to me, I get you don't wanna be here but I love you too much to let you leave me, sorry.." He admits taking a plate from the top cabinet.

The shivers come back down my spine and I can feel the pile of food rising, but I simply stay silent.

He huffs putting pasta on a plate and setting it in front of me, he makes himself a plate before sitting across from me. I look down picking at my finger nail, this is really happening.

"Eat." He simply says to be giving me a hard stare, I gulp and shake my head. I'm not hungry at all because I lost my appetite.

His eyebrows raises and he drops the fork the sound echoing around the kitchen, "I'm trying to be nice, baby. So please obey me and eat your damn food.."

I shake my head biting my lip so a sob wouldn't come out.

"EAT IT!!" He screams, I flinch and grab the fork quickly and slowly put food inside of my mouth, he watches closely as I do so.

He comes closer to me and rubs my back softly before kissing the top of my head, "I'm sorry."

I stop eating my food and he grabs the half eaten plate putting it away for me, he pulls me into the living room sitting me on the couch with him, I already know what's gonna happen next.

"N-no," I stutter trying to get up from his lap but only to receive a slap on my hand. He starts to kiss my neck making me push him away in fear but he continues and starts touching my breast making me squirm trying to get out of his grip.

"Stop!" I cried but only get a throaty moan from him, I start kicking and clawing trying to loosen his grip but only get myself slapped on my arm again.

"I love you so much," He moans bringing his hands around my waist and slowly rocking me on him, I start to feel a hardness in his pants.

"Shh." He continues, he moans grinding our hips together, beams of sweat tickles down on his forehead, his eyebrows scrunch together and his mouth apart as low moans and groans escape. I start to pull my way away from his but only receive his hips thrusting upwards.

My nails claw at his waist deep hoping he'd release me out of this terrible grip,

"Fuck!" He growls.

He grips my hips tighter and continues grinding together rolling my waist in a rhythm as well.

"G-Get away from me!" I cried pushing his arms but only get a grip that tightens, He starts removing my shirt but I stop him by biting his arm and he curses loosening his grip giving me the opportunity to run upstairs into my room locking the door.

He was gonna touch me, he's like eight years older then me..