Sixteen Years (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

"Adriana." I felt a chill of wind as the bed covers were pulled out from over me and the sheets were ruffled. My head was throbbing from the night before, and all I wanted was to just go home and be woken up by my mothers soft singing. However, I knew that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

Harry's muscular boy towered over me blocking the sun from my eyes. I could feel his tears hit my face and bounce off. It smelled like peppermint and smoke. Just like my grandpa. I remember going over on cold winter nights and drinking hot chocolate as he told me stories when he was younger. I could still picture his grey hair and glasses that held onto his eyes right below his forehead wrinkles. His suspenders and jeans always smelled like cigarette smoke along his his polo shirts that I missed so dearly.

"Get up," he commanded. I stretched out my tensed legs and arms and sat up onto the bed, managing to pull out my black knee length shorts that sags everytime I moved.

I swung my legs over to the other side of the bed and caught ahold of my balance as I stood up onto the cold hard floor and pulled my shorts up to my chest.

"Get dressed." What should I dress in? There was nothing to dress in at all. I guess I was just going to have to stay in the oversized clothes, or change back into why I was wearing yesterday.

Harry left the room and I double checked to make sure the door was tightly secured so he couldn't watch me change. I took off Harry's sweet smelling clothes and changed then into what I was wearing the day before. There were a few stains, but nothing anybody could instantly notice. I washed off all my makeup I had on and slipped into my pain aching shoes.

I opened the door and saw Harry leaned up against the border. I jumped at the sight of him as he played with his lip piercing. He trailed his eyes up and down my body and scrutinized me. I stepped back when he suddenly grabbed ahold of my waist and lead me downstairs.

I tried to slowly sneak myself towards the side to get away from Harry's hand, but he refused. He would just pull me in even tighter then before. He was being more aggressive then usual. I would occasionally get chills from how uncomfortable I felt, but it only made it worse, because I know he could feel then run down his arm.

We approached Harry's truck again as he led me out into the cold weather. His red flowers were frosted along with the trees and pavement. I slipped a few times, but never fell. The car door was froze shut as I tried to pull it out. Harry slid in and opened the door for me when he saw me struggle with breaking the door open.

I awkwardly placed myself into the car and strapped myself in avoiding eye contact with Harry.

"Are you scared, doll face?" There goes that horrific nickname again. I sighed. I guess I was scared, but I obviously didn't want to admit it.

Harry took a gulp of his water and continued to drive with one hand on the steering wheel. I didn't notice where we were, because nothing looked familiar. There were dead trees, dead plants, and dead lives that lurked around this society.

'No," I said in a monotone voice.

Harry smiled and slowly shook his head as he repositioned his eyebrow piercing. I watched in amusement at his ability to twist and fumble it around. It must've hurt, bad.

"Can I ask you something," I whispered. Harry licked his lips then but the lower half of his lip.

"One question." I ran my fingers through my brown hair loudly breathed as my eyebrows furrowed together.

"So am I like, your s-e-x slave?" I didn't want to say that word. It was filthy. I would've been beaten to death, or I would've been burned for saying that word around my parents. I could see Harry lift an eyebrow and smirk out of the corner of my eye as I pursed my lips together.