Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 14

unedited please don't kill me

My heartbeat was quickly accelerating as I took in the image of the man in front of me. Liam looked different, his hair was shorter, he had stubble, and various tattoos covered his arms.

He looked even more terrifying than he did a few years ago. Harry was busy supporting my weak body and I pushed him away from me, falling onto the floor. Both of these men were sick, sick people.

"What do you mean?" Harry's voice was dangerously low, as if he were threatening us. He stood protectively in front of me, his emerald eyes replaced with something much, much darker. When no one said anything, he repeated the question, and I realized it wasn't rhetorical. "What do you mean?"

"That was years ago!" Liam sputtered, tripping backwards on his own feet. It suddenly hit me that I was in the presence of the two most self centered, perverted assholes to ever roam this planet. "I didn't mean to-"

"Mean to what?" Harry kept throwing monotonous questions at him. 

"Touch me!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. My hands flew up to conceal my face, wiping away the tears that escaped. Liam bit his bottom lip, hard. "I was twelve, you fucking sick bastard."

"I won't hurt you again!" Liam retaliated, a glint in his eyes. Was he crying?

For me?

No...

He was probably crying because of how fucking aggressive Harry was.

"I was young back then, I was curious. I'm sorry, Ariana." Liam murmured apologetically, inching backwards slowly. "I didn't even want to touch her, she made me, I swear, Harry."

Bitch ass fucking liar. "No, I didn't-"

"I don't know who I should believe, both of you are trustworthy..." Harry sighed, before he shot a glance at me. "Except her, but I doubt she'd lie about something like that. And Liam, you're the sweetest dude ever, not to be gay or anything, but yeah."

I saw Liam exhale slowly, and I felt my face getting hot. 

"Hey, hey, Ariana, hi," Liam smiled, poking my sides. I rolled my eyes and turned to face him, punching his shoulder lightly. "What's up?"

"Hi, Liam." I greeted cheerfully, smiling widely. My brown eyes in contact with his. He reciprocated my smile, but this time it was even wider, if that was even possible. "Nothing much, have you seen my mom and your dad?"

"Yeah, I have," Liam murmured, the right corner of his mouth tilting upwards more than the other side, forming a smirk. "Pretty gross stuff, isn't it?"

"I don't know why they don't lock the door, I mean, if they want privacy, there's a damn lock for a reason." I explained, shaking the mental image away from my head. Liam laughed, his boyish laugh ringing through the living room. 

Liam and I were going to go get my mother's computer, which was in her room, and I guess my mom and Liam's dad forgot to lock the door. They were very quiet when it came to that, so I didn't know they were.. doing things.

When I opened the door, Liam right behind me, my mom and Liam's dad were doing something I would never be able to delete from my memory. They were in the process of baby-making without actually making any babies.

"Oh, my God!" I shrieked, covering my face with my hands. I heard my mother curse quietly under her breath as Liam's dad started yelling. Liam was stifling his laughs behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back.