Two Pieces

"No Control"

Sofia felt her heart race as Harry bent her over the sink pinning her hands down so that her forearms were lying on either side of her on the counter. She looked up to see his face through the mirror. His eyes were full of anger, lust, and passion. He was so raw and real in this moment. She let out a some heavy breaths as she felt his back pressed against hers.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Harry whispered, his voice ragged, "You won't be able to see straight, let alone look at another guy."

"Harry –"

"Don't fucking speak!" Harry barked, "You need a lesson in shutting your mouth and doing what you're told, and maybe if you do it well, I'll even let you come."

Sofia's breath caught in his words. His tight grip was hard on her, and he wasn't loosening up. She wasn't scared for a second, this is what she wanted. She just wanted him to be himself, to show her who he really was and what he really wanted.

"This isn't about you," Harry hissed, "This is about me. Look at you, bent over this sink, in this bathroom, just for me."

He yanked her hair, so she looked up and saw herself in the mirror. The image was one she'd never forget. She was at Harry's mercy, and anything he wanted to do, she would do. He didn't want her to look at other men, or think about them tonight, and so he was going to make sure she didn't.

"No one else will ever have you like this," Harry barked, "No one will ever see you like this. I'm the only one. Do you understand me?"

Sofia didn't say anything, causing Harry to lift his hand and smack her ass hard. She hissed as the sting hit her.

"You told me not to speak," she growled, trying to pull out of his grasp. He only held her harder.

"Ah, look who's learning her place," Harry whispered, "Don't fucking move!"

Sofia stilled immediately.

Her heard was pounding, and her pulse was racing, and everything about what was happening in the moment was turning her on in a way she had never felt before. He had so much hold over her, and she loved every second of it.

"Good girl," he whispered, before yanking her hair, and pulling her head to the side.

He kissed her neck, causing her to groan at the sensation, before biting down on it hard. Sofia cried out at the pain, but it was a good pain. And her cry was desperate for more.

"Keep your hands exactly where they are," Harry said, backing away from her. He pulled her hips toward him.

"Arch your back," Harry barked, "I want to feel you good and deep."

Sofia immediately arched her back.

"I'm going to take you good and hard," Harry said, lifting her skirt, and yanking down her thong, "And you are not to come."

"What?" Sofia gasped out, trying to turn to him.

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MOVING?!" Harry yelled, shoving her down, and slapping her ass several times, "Do. What. You're. Told."

Sofia cried out as he hit her, before yanking her hips back towards him and pushing her down so her back was arched again.

"Fuck Harry!" she cried out.

"If you move again, I'll take my belt to you," Harry barked, "And then I'll tie you up."

And she believed him.

She believed he would do just that, even if they were in a public bathroom. Sofia bit down on her lip, he was so fucking hot when he was like this. Why did he ever want to hide this from her?

Harry unbuckled her pants, and positioned himself from behind her. He pulled her hair again, and slapped her ass one more time.

"Spread your legs!" Harry barked, "And remember what I said about coming," before he slammed himself into her, making her cry out.

Harry ignored her cries, slamming into her again and again. He was taking all of his frustration out on her, and she was taking it. He saw her fingers curl and her hands make fists. He slammed into her faster, and he felt her go tight around him. She may not have been ready for the force, but she was already wet when he entered her.

"Oh God!" Sofia yelled out, as he slammed into her again.

Harry yanked her head back, and bit down on her neck hard. She cried out again at how hard and rough he was being, every nerve in her body igniting. She felt him suck and lick, as he slammed into her again.

"Don't fucking cum," He whispered against her neck, before sucking on it again.

She didn't think she could control it. How could she could control that? She cried out as she released, unable to control herself.

Harry pulled out of her immediately, spanking her hard and fast and causing her to yell out, before spinning her so she was facing him.

"What did I fucking say?" he barked, "You don't get pleasure out of this unless I say you do, do you understand me?"

"Yes!" Sofia cried out, as Harry pushed his fingers into her.

What was happening between them was so raw and real and full of passion, and Sofia's head was spinning.

"You're always so God damn wet for me," Harry hissed, "Even when I'm punishing you. No one else will ever get you this fucking wet."

Sofia moaned at his words as his fingers pumped in and out of her, his thumb circled her and she gasped out at the sensation. She was going to come again, he was setting her entire body on fire.

She felt everything build up, and threw her head back, her hips bucking towards him. But before she could get there, he withdrew his hand. She cried out frustrated, her eyes narrowed at him in anger and desperation.

"Fucking tease," she hissed, she was panting. She couldn't catch her breath.

"Serves you right," Harry barked, "Don't you fucking forget it. If I don't want you to come, you aren't going to come. If I want to bend you over, and take you just for my pleasure, I'm going to bend you over and take you for my pleasure. If I want to fucking take you out there and fuck you in front of everyone, I will. I'll do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I fucking want. And you'll fucking do as you're told. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," Sofia quipped, her words laced with sarcasm, her eyes narrowed on him with sass.

Harry's eyes flashed with lust as she said the words, and then they narrowed on her.

"I like that," Harry said, surprising her, and making her curse her big mouth, "The only fucking words coming from your mouth should be yes sir, no sir."

And then before she could say anything he lifted her on to the sink, and slammed into her again. She yelled out, gripping his shoulders tight as he slammed into her again.

He bit down on her neck again, causing her head to go back and slam into the mirror. She hissed at the pain, but could barely register it because he was so hard and so fast, she was seeing white.

"Shit Harry!" Sofia cried out, "I'm going to –"

"SIR!" he reminded her, "And don't you dare!"
He threw his own head back as he began to feel his own orgasm building.

"Oh God! Please!" she cried out, her voice was desperate and vulnerable, but also full of passion and lust.

"Are you thinking about Chase?" Harry asked, slamming into her again, "Do you still want to go home with him?!"

"FUCK no, SIR!" Sofia screamed, her hands finding the walls on either side of her so she could keep her balance and try and find some thoughts to keep herself from coming.

"Don't EVER let another guy touch my necklace again," Harry barked, slamming into her again. His own voice was starting to go, and he was out of breath.

"No sir!" Sofia cried out.

"Come with me," Harry cried out, pushing into her hard one last time and gripping her hips tight, his nails digging into them.

They both cried out as they hit their high, and then came down. Sofia collapsed against the mirror behind her totally out of breath, as Harry pulled out of her, finding his own wall to hold onto.

" You can play all the games you want, Sofia," Harry said quietly, his voice still low and dangerous, "Just know that every time, I'll fucking win."

"You think you won?" Sofia hissed, she was still angry too.

"Look at you," Harry said, "You're hairs a mess, you're clothes too. You're going to walk out there, with my marks all over you..."

Harry pressed down hard on her neck, and Sofia hissed, before looking in the mirror. He had left a large hickey for the world to see.

"You're hips have them too," Harry growled, fingering her hips, and causing Sofia to look down.

"When you can finally find the strength to walk," Harry hissed, "Everyone out there is going to know you were good and thoroughly fucked. By me."

"Well, don't you just know how to mark territory you think is yours?" Sofia hissed, pushing him away.

"I told you, I don't fucking share," Harry barked, "And unless you want me to make good on taking my belt to you, I'd keep your hands to yourself and your tone in check."

Sofia swallowed hard, because she knew that he meant every word.

He had just had her screaming in a public bathroom, not caring what anyone outside thought. He didn't 2nd guess, he just went on instinct. Just like she had told him to do. He didn't think, he just was.
And if she wasn't so busy being pissed about the marks he left, or how jealous he was being, she would have been happy. Because she finally saw the part of him that had been hiding away.

"Clean yourself up," Harry barked, "And then, come and find us. Don't stray, Sofia. Because I will find you, and you will regret not listening."

Harry turned from her, walking towards the bathroom door.

She just wanted to piss him off. She just wanted to say something that would let him know that even though he had totally turned her on, and satisfied her every being, she was still pissed. She just wanted to have the last word. That was part of her problem, she always wanted to have the last word.

"It's kinda cheap isn't it?" Sofia asked, "Taking me in a public bathroom?"

Harry paused as he recalled the time he told her he never wanted to hear she'd get on her knees for anyone in a bathroom.

But he wasn't just anyone. And this wasn't that. He turned to her slowly, before stomping toward her, grabbing her, and kissing her roughly.

He couldn't leave without kissing her. He was angry, but he had to let her know what she meant to him. She pulled him toward her, kissing him just as hard. She needed him to kiss her, just as much as he needed to kiss her. It was reassuring to them both that what had just happened was okay. Even if they were still mad, it was okay.

"There's nothing cheap about you and me," he said pulling away from her, and then he turned around, walked away, unlocked the bathroom door and disappeared through it.

She noticed that he got the last word.



***


"Sofia was looking a little worse for wear this morning," Louis said, leaning back into the diner booth as he sipped his coffee, "Since last night actually."

"Did you see her?" Harry said, closing his eyes in frustration, "She could barely walk."

"Yeah, I noticed that," Louis said, "Whatever happened in that bathroom must've left her good and sore..."

"I left bruises on her, Lou," Harry said, shaking his head, "Actual fucking bruises."

"She doesn't seem to be complaining," Louis said, with a smirk, "And she didn't try and hide those marks at all."

"I was so pissed," Harry said, leaning forward, "I was fucking seeing red. I wasn't thinking straight. All I could think about was telling her that she was mine, without actually telling her. I just wanted her to shut the fuck up about that kid. I just lost it man, I could've actually hurt her."

"Oh come on Harry," Louis said, rolling his eyes, "We both know you'd never actually hurt her. One, because Liam would kill you. And two, because Sofia would kick your ass. She's a tough girl."

"She wasn't ready," Harry argued.

"No one ever is," Louis replied, "You have to stop second guessing yourself with her, Harry. You've been right about everything so far. Trying to push away that part of you, that's not gonna do anyone any favors."

"I fucked her in a public bathroom," Harry growled, "I mean, Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with me?"

"Nothing!" Louis cried, "You and Sofia are both passionate people. You both let your emotions take over, and you just go for your instincts, without thinking. So what if you fucked her in a public bathroom? It was a real moment, and real passion, and if she didn't want you to do, believe me, you wouldn't have done it."

"Wouldn't have done what?" Eleanor said, sliding back into the booth next to Louis.

"He fucked Sofia in the club bathroom last night," Louis said, causing Harry to choke on his drink, before giving him a glare.

"It was only a matter of time before you two couldn't control yourselves," Eleanor said, shrugging, as though she expected it.

"We haven't spoken a word to each other since," Harry said quietly, "Maybe she was okay with it last night, but now she isn't."

"Harry," Eleanor snapped, "Sofia has never been one to shut her mouth if she wasn't okay with something."

"I was rough," Harry argued.

"So?" Eleanor asked, "She's a tough girl, Harry. And you're right, she needs someone who's just as rough and tough as she is. Someone who can keep up with her, and even be ahead of her. She has always been in control of everything, she is used to manipulating and lying. And for the first time in her life, she's not thinking about the next lie or how to wrap someone around her finger. She's being a real person. And that's because of you. You challenge her, you bring out the humanity in her, and you go head to head with her. You two play on an even field, don't start convincing yourself you don't."

"Well why haven't we spoken to each other since?" Harry asked, throwing his hands up.

"Because you're still pissed," Louis said, "Sex doesn't fix that. You two have some shit to work out, but going back to being insecure isn't going to help. She needs to know you're confident and secure in who you are, so that she can be confident and secure in you."

"She kept bringing up the other girls I've been with..." Harry said, "And Caroline was right, I was selfish with all of them. I don't want to be that way with her."

"Harry, you can still be who you are and like what you like and want what you want, and not be selfish," Louis said, "You have always liked control. You have always been dominant. That's not going to change. So stop trying to change it. You can be those things, and still care about her. You just have to find a way that balances it out, and works for both of you."

"You can't change who you are, Harry," Eleanor said quietly, "Just like Sofia can't change who she is. You are possessive, and controlling, and you like things done your way. And she is stubborn, and opinionated, and has an unlimited amount of fight in her. But, those are the things that attracted you to each other. You have to remember that. Sofia was pulled towards you, exactly the way you are. And you were pulled towards her. It's not about changing who you are, it's about changing in ways that works for the both of you."

"Would you want her change?" Louis asked, "If she woke up tomorrow and she quiet, and did what she was told, and didn't have that sass or attitude. Would you like that?"

"Fuck no," Harry said, shaking his head, "She pisses me off, but I love all of those things about her.

Both Louis and Eleanor's eyes went wide as Harry spoke those words.

"Oh fuck off," Harry snapped, rolling his eyes, "You know what I mean. I didn't mean – love love. I just meant, they're qualities I admire and want in her. You know, like you two love her."

"Mmmhm," Eleanor hummed to herself, knowing that he may not have thought he meant it, but it was obvious to the rest of them. He did love her.

"So, if you like her exactly the way she is, and you don't want her to change or hide who she is," Louis said, "Why do you think that she that she would want you to?"

"I'm just scared," Harry said quietly, "I don't want to do anything that would give her an excuse to run the other way."

"Then just do what she fucking wants," Louis said, shrugging, "She just wants you to be completely yourself with her. Which isn't much to ask, since you asked her to do the same thing, and she did."

"Relationships are scary, Harry," Eleanor said, reaching out for his hand, "But you've never been scared of a girl walking away from you before..."

"Well, I am now," Harry snapped.

"I know," Eleanor said, nodding her head, "And that's how I know she's different. She's not those other girls. Even with what happened last night, she's different. You treat her different."

Harry swallowed hard. Eleanor was right. Yes, he had showed Sofia another side to himself last night. One that she had wanted to see. But everything about what he did with her, and what he did with the other girls was different.

He would have never given last night a second thought after he orgasmed, but here he was thinking about it. And thinking about her. He was always thinking about her. Even when he was fucking her in a public bathroom. She was different. And he was different with her. But he still couldn't help but think last night shouldn't have happened.


***


"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Sofia spat out at her brother as she stood in his office with her hands on her hips.

"Watch your language," Zayn barked, narrowing his eyes on her. Which only made her angrier.

"No, I'm not kidding, you can't go," Liam said, ignoring Zayn, and keeping his tone cool and casual even though she was angry, "You have a job tomorrow night, and I need you to have a clear head."

"The school gave us the Friday off!" Sofia growled, "It's not like I haven't done a job after partying, I'll be fine!"

"Sofia, my answer is final," Liam said, "I don't want you out at a party all day and all night. You need to be ready for tomorrow night."

"I am ready for tomorrow night!" Sofia screeched, "This is bullshit! I never had to ask permission for how I spent my time if I wasn't working!"

"Yeah, well, now you do," Liam said, "And I'm telling you no."

"Unbelievable," Sofia mumbled.

"And don't even think about lying to get out of the house, or sneaking out, because it won't work."

Sofia looked up surprised at her brother,
wondering how he knew that she was thinking of how to get to that party.

"Yeah, I see the wheels spinning in your head,"
Liam said, rolling his eyes, "I'm not an idiot."

"Don't fucking bother thinking about it," Zayn said, crossing his arms over his chest, "It's not happening."

"Liam, you can't stop me from hanging out with my friends," Sofia hissed, her eyes narrowed.

"Like hell I can't," Liam said, standing up, "You were at the club last night, causing drama I might add –"

"I didn't cause shit!" Sofia spat out, "Just because Harry –"

"You knew exactly what you were doing Sofia!" Liam barked, "I don't want to hear about you and Harry, you two sort your shit out on your own time. But you can't tell me for a second that you didn't know exactly what you were doing last night, and that it would cause a problem. And you're going to be on a job tomorrow. In a new place, by the way. So I need you to have your fucking head in the God damn game. I am not arguing about this anymore!"

"I can't wait until I'm eighteen!" Sofia yelled, "And you people figure out that you don't FUCKING OWN ME!"

Liam didn't say anything, as Sofia stomped out of his office, slamming the door on her way out. He knew this was going to cause a tantrum, and he was ready for it.

"Hey!" Zayn barked, following her from the office, "You better watch yourself!"

"Oh please," Sofia scoffed, still stomping through the living room.

Stomping around just reminded her how sore she was. Her muscles were aching and to be honest, she was exhausted. She hadn't slept much last night, mostly because Harry and her were still barely speaking to one another.

Zayn grabbed her arm, spinning her around so she could see him, and gripping her wrist tightly.

"I fucking mean it, Sofia," Zayn growled, "You want to pull this 'you don't own me' shit and 'I don't belong to you' with Harry, fine. Whatever. But WE do fucking own you, and you do belong to us. You are OURS. It doesn't matter how old you are or what the hell is going on, you fucking take directions from US. And it would do you bloody good to remember it!"

"Let go of me!" Sofia hissed, trying to move her arm out of Zayns, but Zayns grip only got tighter.

"I'm not fucking with you, Sofia," Zayn hissed, "You better get your head on straight, because I won't think twice about putting you in your God damn place."

"Get off," Sofia snapped, trying to push him off her.

"You are on the job for the first time in a long time tomorrow night," Zayn barked, still not letting her go, "That is all you should be thinking about right now. We have to know that you are taking this seriously, you've been out of practice for awhile!"

"I always take the job seriously!" Sofia hissed, "And I never had a problem on one, and I never will. It doesn't matter how long I've been off, I know how to do my fucking job, Zayn!"

"I'm done going easy on you," Zayn growled, "You have got to learn your place, and the new rules. You better step into line real quick, because I'm done playing nice with you. You work for us. You do what we say. And WE fucking keep you alive."

"Going to a party isn't going to kill me!" Sofia screeched, finally getting out of his grasp, "I don't need to be fucking babied! I know what I'm doing!"

"Yeah, what you're doing is not going to a party," Zayn quipped, "And spending your day getting in the head space so that you can fucking work tomorrow. You haven't worked by the new rules yet. So this is going to be new for you, and Liam is just trying to get you to see that and get your head on straight."

"Fuck the new rules," Sofia scoffed, "I'll do the job the way I see fit, and I'll get it fucking done."

"You'll do the job the way WE SEE FIT!" Zayn yelled, taking several steps toward her and backing her against the wall.

When her back hit it, she hissed out in pain. Again, she was still feeling last night.

"No more scum bags with their hands all over you, no more kissing them, and no more doing it your way. And believe me, Sofia, if you don't do it our way. There will be hell to pay. You are ours. No one else gets to have you, even if it's just on a job. Do you understand me?"

Sofia didn't say anything, she just locked her jaw and glare at him.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Zayn yelled, slamming his hand into the wall behind her.

"I got it," Sofia hissed quietly at him.

"Whatever games you want to play or control you think you hold in your personal life, you do that," Zayn said, his voice very quiet and very low, "But don't think that you can bleed that shit on us. You hear me?"

"I said I got it," Sofia snapped at him.

"Break it up you two," Liam said, stepping out of is office.

Zayn turned to glare at Liam who just shook his head. Zayn backed away from Sofia before walking to the kitchen. Both Sofia and Liam heard the door slam.

"He's worried," Liam said, sighing, "I think we all are. You haven't been on a job in a long time..."

"If there's one thing I can do, it's a get a job done," Sofia snapped at her brother.

"Except this time it's not just about getting the job done," Liam said, stepping towards her, "It's about getting it done in a way that isn't dangerous to you, and make you do things you are uncomfortable with."

"I'm not uncomfortable when I'm working," Sofia said.

"Oh please, Sofia," Liam said, rolling his eyes, "You are not a whore. You a person with a brain. A very smart brain. And dad used your body more then your brain. And I saw what it did to you. I saw your face when these scumbags put their hands on you, and kissed you, and used you. So don't fucking tell me how it was. I was there. I remember. And I don't want to do jobs like that anymore. So, you need to have a straight head on, because from now on, if a job isn't working, you're rule is to walk away."

"What?" Sofia spat out, looking at her brother with wide eyes.

"You heard me. If a job isn't working, and it's going to lead to something dangerous, or you getting hurt, or someone taking advantage of you, you fucking walk away."

"I've never walked away from a job before," Sofia hissed.

"I know," Liam said, "And I don't think you'll have to. I just think your going to have to come up with new ways to get the job done. Which is why I need your head in the game today. You aren't invincible, Sofia. And I see you right now, you're tired, you're sore, and you're distracted. And getting drunk with your friends today wasn't going to help that. So take today to get your head on straight and take care of yourself. Got me?"

"Yes," Sofia mumbled.

"I'm just trying to look out for you," Liam said, "I know you don't always see it as that, and I know you get frustrated. And I know things are different. But it's only because you have become my priority. So I think as we kind of get into this new part, with the working, and me calling the shots as your boss, we have to have a little patience and grace with each other."

"Okay," Sofia said softly.

She knew that this wasn't easy for either of them. They had worked so hard on their sibling relationship over the past few months, they had almost forgotten that their were also working together. It was a new dynamic, especially with a job right around the corner. It was just something else that had changed for Sofia. She was kind of getting sick of the changes.



***


"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" Niall asked, approaching Sofia as she sat on the deck.

"Zayn kicked my ass at the gym and I couldn't move any further," Sofia mumbled, her eyes closed.

"Yeah, he's in a right mood today," Niall agreed, "You probably deserved it though."

"Shut up, you Irish asshole," Sofia said, opening one eye to glare at him. Niall laughed loudly.

"You have a perfectly good bed upstairs," Niall said, "Why don't you go and use it?"

"Yeah well, when I can move, I will," Sofia said, sitting up and flinching from the soreness that erupted from her.

"You and Harry still arguing?" Niall asked, leaning on the table.

"I wouldn't call ignoring each other, arguing," Sofia said.

"You didn't seem to be ignoring each other last night," Niall said, raising his eyebrows at her in the knowing way.

"Seriously, shut up," Sofia spat out, "Is he home yet?"

"No," Niall said, shaking his head, "I don't know what the hell him and Louis are doing. Eleanor probably has them out shopping or something."

"Or he's just avoiding me," Sofia said, looking out into the yard instead of at Niall, "He's still pissed."

"Yeah well, he should be. You knew it would piss him off to see you with someone else. You two know exactly how to push each other's buttons and get under each other's skin," Niall said, chuckling.

"Yeah, I guess we do," Sofia agreed.

"Maybe instead of fucking in a bathroom, you should try talking about things," Niall suggested.

Sofia's eyes grew wide at his words, and her mouth dropped. She was unable to say anything.

"Oh come on," Niall said, rolling his eyes, "It was bloody obvious to everyone that saw you both after..."

"I have a feeling that was his point," Sofia mumbled, sitting back in her seat.

"Yeah well, Harry likes to make it clear when something is his," Niall said, shrugging.

"I'm not his," Sofia snapped, glaring at Niall.

"I don't why you get so defensive about it," Niall said, "Everyone can see how under his spell you are."

"I'm not under a spell," Sofia spat out, her eyes narrowing in.

"Sofia," Niall said, "Relax. It's not like it's just you. You have him just as wrapped up and under a spell."

Sofia paused, looking at Niall unsure.

"I've never seen Harry like this before," Niall said, "And I've seen Harry with a lot of girls."

"Like Caroline?" Sofia snapped.

"You mean the Caroline he totally blew off last night?" Niall asked, "He hasn't even looked at another girl since you..."

"I didn't ask for that," Sofia said.

"No, but I'm just saying," Niall said, "As much control as he has over you, you also have over him. So maybe stop getting so defensive about it, and maybe you'll start seeing things a little clearer."



***


Sofia awoke to someone touching her neck softly, blinking a few times she recognized the touch immediately. She turned slowly in her bed, and saw Harry staring down at her, his fingers still on her neck.

"Hi," she greeted softly, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Hi," he replied.

"You just get in?"

"Yeah," Harry said, "I didn't mean to wake you..."

"It's fine," Sofia said, sitting up a bit. Harry watched as she stretched, trying to make the ache go away.

"What happened last night," Harry said slowly, "It shouldn't have happened, and I'm sorry."

"You trying to tell me who to hang out with?" Sofia asked, her voice clipped, "Yeah, I agree."

"No," Harry growled, "Not that. What happened in the bathroom. It shouldn't have happened –"

"Why?" Sofia asked, sitting up straighter and looking right at him, "Because it was real? Because you weren't thinking? Because you weren't able to hide anything?"

"Because you weren't ready, and I could have hurt you," Harry snapped, standing up from the bed, "I didn't even ask you if you were okay after..."

"So ask me now," Sofia barked, "Go ahead, ask me..."

"Sofia –"

"I'm okay!" Sofia said, throwing her hands up, as she stood up from the bed too, "You didn't hurt me, and I was ready. So stop trying to apologize for something that was honest."

"I was rough..." Harry said, his voice quiet.

"So?" Sofia barked, "I'm not a fragile doll, Harry. I can take it."

"It shouldn't have happened like that –"

"I trust you!" Sofia barked, "What don't you get about that? When I said I trust you, I meant it. When I said you don't have to ask, go with your instinct, I meant it! I wasn't just fucking saying those things! Now you have to trust me!"

"With what?" Harry asked, looking at her confused.

"You have to trust that if I'm not okay with something, I will tell you. And if I feel like I'm not ready or I'm going to be hurt, I will tell you! But don't second guess yourself! It's not fair to you or me! The only thing I'm not okay with and not ready for, is you hiding something from me. It makes me feel like –"

"Like what?" Harry asked, noticing how upset she was getting as she spoke, her voice getting louder and louder.

"I have been more honest with you then anybody in my life," Sofia said, shaking her head, "You see pieces of me that no one else can see. And when you hide parts of you from me, it makes me wonder if I'm not good enough or you don't trust me enough..."

"That's not it at all!" Harry barked, his eyes wide at her confession, "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"Well, you did!" Sofia yelled, "Because it's not fair for you to ask me to be open and honest, and for you not to do the same! It's not fair! And then I think about those other girls and I wonder what the hell is wrong with me, that they got to see sides of you that I don't ..."

"There's nothing wrong with you!" Harry said, coming around the bed, and grabbing her, "I just don't want you to think the same things about me that those other girls do."

"Well, I don't!" Sofia barked, pulling out of his grasp.

"I bruised you," Harry said, shaking his head, "And you're legs hurt, I can see it."

"So?" Sofia cried out, "Harry, I can take whatever you dish out, as long as it's honest and real!"

"I don't ever want you to feel used by me," Harry said quietly.

"I am not a victim of you, Harry!" Sofia barked, "So stop making me one! I wouldn't let myself be used! I wouldn't let myself get hurt! I wouldn't do something unless I wanted to! You know me better then that, and you are making me out to be a victim! I'm not a victim! I'm just as part of what happened last night as you are! So stop working it up in your head that I'm not!"

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, "I mean really?"

"Yes," Sofia said, "I feel better then I have in days, because I knew last night was honest. That's all I wanted from you, Harry."

"I didn't mean to make you feel like I was hiding something," Harry said, "I was just trying to protect
you, I was being careful."

"You know," Sofia said quietly, "There are many things I probably need to be protected from. You are not one of them. Give yourself a little more credit, and while you're at it, give me some too."

"I overthink when it comes to you," Harry said, shaking his head, "When I'm with you, my head is in over drive, thinking about you and what you want and need..."

"Well stop thinking so much," Sofia snapped, crossing her arms, "Because I just told you what I want and need."

"You need to uncross those arms," Harry barked, "I'm just trying to have a conversation with you, no need to be rude."

"You are unbelievable sometimes," Sofia said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Harry said, although he didn't sound sorry at all.

"You didn't sleep in here last night," Sofia said, changing the subject, "It was weird to have the bed to myself."

"I just needed time to clear my head," Harry said, stepping towards her, and putting his hands on her waist, "I won't do that again. Leave you, I mean. I shouldn't have left."

"You can make it up to me," Sofia said, lifting her head and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Oh yeah?" Harry said, with a smirk, before leaning in to kiss her.

"Mmmhm," Sofia mumbled against his lips, pulling him even closer to her.

"And how do you suggest I do that?" Harry asked.

"A nice, long nap," Sofia said, with a wide smile, stepping away from him, and laughing at Harry's surprised face.

"You're a tease," Harry growled, pointing his fingers at her, "I thought I showed you what happened when someone is stupid enough to tease me last night..."

"You'll probably have to show me again," Sofia said, flopping down on to her bed, "And again. And again..."

"How many times?" Harry asked, falling on top of her, and kissing her again.

"As many as it takes for me to learn," Sofia quipped, as he moved on top of her.

He kissed her hard, and she felt him finger at the bottom of her shirt.

"Of course," Sofia said, pushing him off of her and causing him to groan, "That's after we take our nap."

"Fine," Harry snapped, rolling his eyes, "You're going to need your energy anyway."

Sofia snorted at his words, as his hands wrapped around her hips, right on top of where he left bruises last night.

"You know, for someone who was so not okay with other guys leaving marks on me, you had no problem doing it last night," Sofia said, looking up at him.

"I'm not other guys," Harry growled, his eyes narrowed, "It's different when I do it."

"I know," Sofia said, nodding her head, "I just wanted to make sure you know it too."

"Shut up, and go to sleep already," Harry mumbled. Sofia laughed, before moving closer to him.

"Everyone probably thinks we're having make up sex," Harry said a few minutes later.

Sofia sighed, opening her eyes. She wasn't falling asleep anyway.

"Eh, what the hell?" Sofia said, shrugging, and turning towards them, "I can't sleep anyway..."

"So having sex with me is just something to do?" Harry said, faking his appalled look.

"You gonna do me or not, Styles?" Sofia asked, rolling her eyes, "I don't have all day, you know..."

"One day I'm gonna fuck the sass right out of you," Harry said, moving on top of her.

"You can try," Sofia said, smiling widely, as he took his shirt off.

"I'm gonna start trying now," Harry said, before leaning down and kissing her hard.



***


"This isn't a club you've been at before," Liam said, as he drove, "So just remember to bring him out the exit we told you. And watch your fucking drink, this guy is selling the rape drugs. And remember what I said about walking away!"

"Liam!" Sofia barked, "I got it! You're stressing me out!"

"Harry and Louis will be above you," Liam said, "Just in case anything goes wrong."

"Nothing is going to go wrong," Sofia mumbled.

"Zayn and I will be outside, we'll be waiting for the text from Lou and Harry," Liam said.

"I'll have a car for you waiting," Niall said, turning around to look at her.

"I got this," Sofia said, as Liam pulled up to a club that Sofia wasn't familiar with.

"Harry and Louis are already inside," Niall said, turning back to look out the front of the car.

"Don't be stupid," Liam said, raising his eyebrows at his sister, "You hear me?"

"I hear you, Liam," Sofia mumbled, "Just like I heard you the other 18 million times you said it."

Before Liam could say anything else Sofia climbed out of the car, and saw Emily and Katie waiting for her on the sidewalk. They were here to make it look like they were there by themselves for a girls night out.

"How do you think this is going to go?" Niall asked, turning to Liam.

"If I had to guess I would say she's gonna get the job done," Liam said, "But the chances are good that she does something stupid too."

"Do we text Harry now to tell him to stay put no matter what?" Niall asked.

"Harry knows better then to get involved if she's on the job," Liam said, turning to look at Niall, "Doesn't he?"

Niall bit down on his lip, and gave Liam a look that said I don't know about that.

"Yeah, maybe we should text him," Liam said, taking in Niall's look, "Text Louis too, tell him to keep Harry on a leash."

"How long do you think we're gonna all be refereeing Harry and Sofia?" Niall asked, pulling out his phone.

"My gut tells me for the rest of our lives," Liam mumbled, rolling their eyes.

"Maybe they'll their shit together and just be together," Niall suggested.

"I'm pretty sure even if their together we're gonna have to referee them," Liam said, "Just to make sure they don't kill each other."

"Keeping them alive is good," Niall said, nodding his head.

"It's the only plan I got," Liam said, shrugging, "Do whatever it takes to make sure they don't kill each other."



***


"This isn't going well," Louis said, as him and Harry watched Sofia try again to get the mans attention.

"Text her," Harry said, "Tell her to call it. He's not even paying attention."

"She's never walked away from a job," Louis said, "Look at her, she's fucking pissed."

"Yeah," Harry said, "Well, she did what she could. We'll get him another way."

Harry watched with narrow eyes, as Sofia took another shot off a tray and slammed it down her throat.

"Tell her to stop fucking drinking too," Harry
said.

"Oh shit," Louis said, his eyes going wide, causing Harry to look back at the crowd. Sofia was making her way to the stage where the DJ was playing.

"She wouldn't –" Harry said.

"Oh she would," Louis said, pulling out his phone quickly.

"She just fucking did," Harry spat out, watching as Sofia hopped on to the stage.

She swung her hips to the beat of the music, as Emily and Katie looked around for Louis and Harry with wide eyes. Men in the crowd began to cheer, and move towards the stage.

Sofia wasn't paying attention to any of them, but dancing directly in the eye line of the man she was supposed to be baiting. And now, he noticed her and he couldn't take her eyes off of her. Sofia danced even more, moving to the edge of the stage.

"She's drunk," Harry spat out, watching as she had trouble keeping upright.

"Or she just wants him to think she is," Louis said, typing on his phone, "She's not gonna look at her phone."

"I'm gonna kill her," Harry said, as he watched Sofia sway down to the crowd, causing even more cheers and cat calls.

The man she had her eye on got up from his seat, and moved towards the stage.

"Well, you got to give her credit," Louis said, "She got his attention."

"She wasn't supposed to do it like this!" Harry barked, "Look at them, they're clawing at her."

Harry watched as Sofia moved towards the man, swinging her hips, and running her hands through her hair. He was just in front of her now, and she was giving him everything she had. Sofia lifted her shirt, just a bit, just to show him a little bit of skin.

"What the fuck is she doing?!" Harry barked, standing up. Louis gripped his shoulder tight.

"She's playing it her way," Louis said, "Our way wasn't working, so she's doing it her way..."

"Her way isn't what the plan was!" Harry barked, shaking Louis off him, "She was supposed to walk away!"

Harry watched as the man pulled Sofia towards him, and Sofia smiled at him sloppily. He gripped Sofia's waist tightly, and she hopped down into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"What the hell is she thinking?" Harry hissed.

"I don't think she is," Louis said, biting down on his lip hard, but slightly impressed with how fast she had gotten his attention, "I think she's just going with her instincts. She lacks self control, sometimes..."

"I've noticed," Harry barked, watching as the man leaned down to whisper in Sofia's ear. She said something back to him, and then pulled him to the bar.



***


"You are unbelievable!" Liam yelled, throwing his hands up in the air, as Sofia sat in front of his desk, blinking to try and sober up her head.

"I got it done, didn't I?" she asked.

"You're wasted!" Liam barked, "And you took him out the other exit, which left him with you for longer then it was supposed to. Not to mention, I heard you put on a fucking stage show! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I wasn't!" Sofia barked, "He wasn't playing along, I had to do something!"

"You were supposed to walk away!" Zayn yelled, standing up, "What if we didn't get back to the alley in time? What then?!"

"Then I would've handled myself until you did!" Sofia barked, "I'm not new to this, you're just pissed because I didn't do it the way you wanted it done! But the way you wanted it done wasn't working!"

"You could've been hurt!" Liam yelled, "You clearly weren't thinking about that at all!"

"You're right, I wasn't!" Sofia snapped, "I went with my gut, and it worked! I got the fucking job done! I got him!"

"That's not the point!" Liam roared, slamming his hand onto the desk.

"What is your point?!" Sofia yelled back, standing up, "I mean, Jesus Liam, did you want the guy tonight or not?"

"I wanted you to play by the rules," Liam said, his voice low.

"Well, I don't know if I can work that way," Sofia said shrugging, "I didn't think about the rules, I just thought about how to get him outside. I wasn't thinking about whether it was right or wrong, I was going with my instinct."

"Sofia," Niall said, his head in his hands, "You need to learn that you can't always go with your instincts, you have to have some self control! Lack of self control can get you killed or hurt!"

"But it didn't!" Sofia snapped.

"Tonight it didn't," Louis barked, causing Sofia to look over at him and past Harry, who hadn't said anything yet.

"You can't do this shit your way anymore," Louis said,

"We come up with plans for a reason. And when you go off the plan, people can get hurt. You can get hurt!"

"I'm used to doing things my way," Sofia hissed, "And I'm used to getting my way and getting it done. I don't know why that has to change..."

"Because," Liam barked, "Your way makes people think that they can just fucking touch you and do whatever the hell they want. Your way puts you in more danger. Your way makes it so that you are working alone, and only you know the next step! It can't work like that! Not anymore!"

"So what if they touch me? So what if they kiss me? It doesn't mean anything, it's just a distraction tactic!" Sofia yelled, throwing her hands around in frustration.

"They're scum bags, Sofia!" Zayn barked, "And I don't want their hands on you any more the necessary! So you better figure out a way to do you job, and keep yourself in line, or else..."

"Or else what?!" Sofia snapped, "You gonna find someone else?"

"We might," Liam said, sighing deeply, "Maybe someone who has more control and can follow orders..."

"You wouldn't!" Sofia hissed, glaring at her brother.

"You want to test that theory?" Liam asked, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms.

"You are being such a fucking son of a –"

"ENOUGH SOFIA!" Harry roared, causing everyone to go still, "Don't even think about finishing that sentence."
Sofia took a deep breath, and bit down on her lip hard. Harry was pissed, that much was clear.

"Go upstairs," Liam said, "Because if we keep arguing about this, I'm gonna fucking do something I regret. We'll talk about this later in the morning, when you've sobered up a bit, and when I don't want to fucking throw you threw the window."

"Fine," Sofia snapped, turning away from her brother and stomping out of the office.

Harry grabbed her arm tightly stopping her from going any further.

"You stomping around like a child isn't gonna make this any better for you," Harry whispered, warning her.
Sofia let out a frustrated growl, causing Harry to squeeze her arm tighter and narrow his eyes.

"You really want to test me right now?" Harry asked.

"No," Sofia said quietly.

"Then go, and fucking don't let me hear you stomping," Harry said, letting go of her arm.



***


"Get undressed," Harry barked, coming into her room and surprising Sofia out of her thoughts.

"What?" she asked.

"Don't fucking question me," Harry barked again, "Get. Undressed."

Sofia stood up from her bed immediately, stripping off her shirt and underwear that she was in. She stood there naked with a cocky look on her face as Harry looked her up and down.

"I'm about to wipe that cocky look right off your face," Harry growled, removing his belt from his jeans.

"Turn," he said.

Sofia turned herself immediately, bending over the bed, already feeling excitement by the tone of his voice. She was surprised of course, when he pulled her upright.

"I didn't tell you to bend over," Harry hissed into her neck. He grabbed her arms and put them around her back. She gasped loudly as she felt the belt around her wrists, he pulled it tightly, so she couldn't move them.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sofia hissed, trying to get her hands out of the belt.

"You're just going to irritate your wrists if you do that," Harry said, turning her and then pushing her back onto the bed.

"I don't like this," Sofia said, struggling with her arms.

"This isn't about what you like," Harry barked, "This is about proving a point to you."

Sofia shut her mouth the minute she heard his voice. He looked up at her, giving her a look that said if she wanted this to stop, all she had to do was say.

"And what point is that?" Sofia snapped.

"You need a lesson in self control," Harry said, pulling her legs toward him, "You need to know that just because you want to do something, doesn't mean you should."

"And my hands are tied up for this, why?" Sofia asked, her voice frustrated.

"Because you are completely at my will," Harry said, "And because I like the view of you tied up."

"Of course you do," Sofia hissed.

"Tone, Sofia," Harry quipped, "Or I might change my mind about letting you have any pleasure."

"You think I'm getting pleasure out of this?" Sofia asked.

"I think if you shut your mouth I'll let you," Harry snapped, "We're going to play a little game. Kind of like the one we played last night. I'm going to control your orgasms..."

"What?" Sofia asked, shaking her head.

"You're orgasms, and your pleasure belong to me," Harry said, leaning over her, "You are going to want to come, but you're not going to because you know that you shouldn't without my permission."

"That's impossible!" Sofia snapped.

"It's not!" Harry barked back, "You have no control of yourself, and you're about to get some."

And before she could say anything, she cried out as he stuck his fingers into her pumping in and out of her at a fast face. She squirmed at the sensations, and her hips bucked towards him as his thumb circled her.

He pumped harder, a cocky look on his face, as hers was wiped away. He watched her carefully, as she groaned and moaned at the sensation. He was taking in her every movement, and he felt her tighten around his fingers. He pumped his fingers harder, adding one and making her cry out louder.

"Don't do it," he warned, "Your orgasm belongs to me..."

"Oh my God!" She cried out, bucking her hips harder into him. She was so close, and Harry saw that.

"Think Sofia," Harry said, "Concentrate. Use some control."

"I can't!" she hissed, bucking her hips harder.

"You can and you will!" Harry barked, watching as she closed her eyes in frustration.

She was trying, she was listening. He knew she couldn't hold on much longer, but he hadn't made his point yet, so he quickly removed his fingers.

"Oh my God!" she cried out, frustrated.

He watched as she struggled against the belt. She wanted to relieve the pressure he had just left herself. But she couldn't.

"Breathe," Harry said, stepping away from her and taking off his shirt and pants.

"Harry please!" she whined.

"What was that?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Sir! Please!" her cries were desperate.

"I promise you, learning some self control will be worth it," Harry said, "Just relax, and breathe..."

"You're a dick," Sofia gasped, looking up at her ceiling desperate.

"Say that again, and you won't get mine tonight," Harry quipped, "Behave and you will."

And then he pulled her forward, using his mouth this time. She wasn't ready or expecting it. His tongue rolling around in all the right places, as he sucked on her perfectly. Everything was building up again, the sensation even stronger then in was before.

Harry again was very in tune with everything she was feeling and everything she was doing. Her every nerve was on fire and he knew that.

"I can't!" she cried out, as he sucked harder.

"You can," He said, before licking her even more,
"Control, Sofia."

He felt her legs and muscles clench, she was trying so hard not to come and he appreciated that. She was listening, she was giving him the control.

But, he also knew that she couldn't hold off much longer, her legs were shaking, and just as she was about to give in, he pulled away again.

"Fuck!" Sofia cried out loudly, her voice even more desperate then before.

"You're doing so good," he said gently, leaning down to kiss her. Her chest was rising and falling fast, she was out of breath, she was sweating and probably very uncomfortable.

"I get it," she said, "Self control! I got it!"

"I think you're just saying that," Harry said, wiping a hair from her head.

"I'm not!" she whined.

"Once more," Harry said, his fingers tracing her stomach and her hips.

"I can't!" Sofia said, "If you touch me I'm going to explode!"

"And if you that, I will have to punish you!" Harry said, his voice calm and content.

"This is a punishment!" Sofia barked.

"It will be worth it," Harry said, "I promise."

Harry bent down again, and this time he was gently about how his tongue touched her. He felt her as she bucked up off the bed, her back arching. He squeezed her legs to let her know that he was still there and he still wanted her to hold off.

"HOLY FUCK SIR!" Sofia yelled out, and Harry could help but chuckle lightly against her skin. He pulled back from her.

"Am I making my point?" he asked, causing her to lift her head and glare.

"Yes sir," she side, her tone biting.

"Ah ah, Sofia," Harry said, wiggling his finger at her, "With that tone, I'll make you go to bed without coming."

"I'm sorry," she said immediately, causing Harry to smile wider.

He thought he had made his point, she was really struggling and she must've been very uncomfortable.

"Come when you want," he said, before he moved back into her sucking hard.

It didn't take long, she didn't need much of a sensation. He had been building her up. Sofia cried out the loudest she had yet when her orgasm hit her.

She could see straight, that's how hard the orgasm hit her. She had never orgasmed that hard in her life. She felt like the whole world was coming down around her, and when she finally hit the bed coming down from it, the room was spinning.



***

"I told you it'd be worth it," Harry said, his voice smug, "Control, Sofia."

She didn't say anything, seeing as she was still trying to catch her breath. She barely felt him as he pulled her up, reaching around to undue the belt from her arms. She wasn't sure she liked being tied up, but she wasn't sure she cared either.

Harry rubbed her wrists gently as he freed her from the restraint of the belt.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yes," She mumbled, turning toward him and moving on top of him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm returning the favor," she said, kissing his neck slowly.

"That wasn't supposed to be a favor," Harry growled, "It was supposed to be a punishment."

"You can punish me any damn time you want," Sofia mumbled against his neck, before moving her lips to his chest.

"Sofia," Harry said, grabbing her shoulders, "It's not like that. This isn't a tit for tat deal with you and me..."

"I know," Sofia said, "But you said, if I behaved I could have your dick."

Harry's mouth flew open at how blunt she was being.

"I did say that," Harry said, agreeing.

"I behaved," she said, kissing his stomach, and then his hips.

"You did," Harry agreed, his breath catching as he bit on his hip, before rolling her tongue over it.

"Then I'd like to have your dick," Sofia said, looking up at him through her eyelashes with a wicked grin on her face, "Sir."

"Oh fuck yes," Harry said, and before he could process anything, Sofia's hands were around him, and her tongue was rolling on him.

"Shit," he hissed, before his mouth flew open as she took him into her mouth.

He groaned loudly as she sucked on him, moving in and out of her. He wasn't expecting her to take him any further, and the noise that he made when she opened her mouth further and took all of him was inhuman.

"Fuck Sofia!" he growled, his fingers digging into the bed sheets beside him, "It's amazing what how useful your mouth can be when it's not talking shit!"

She took a second to look up at him with narrowed eyes, her mouth still over him. Harry laughed loudly, but he stopped immediately as such sucked hard, removing him and rolling her tongue over his tip, before taking him in her mouth again.

He grabbed her hair, pushing her further, and bucking his hips toward her. She didn't even flinch, she just kept sucking him off.

"Holy shit, you're incredible," he hissed, his fingers tightening around her hair. And then without giving her any warning, he exploded into her mouth.
He groaned loudly as he came, and his head went back. When he was finally able to look up at her, she was swallowing, her mouth swollen and messy.

"Fuck me," Harry hissed, "You're so fucking hot."

Sofia smiled up at him, her smile just as smug as his had been, before licking off the rest of his cum. She crawled on top of him, licking her lips as she did.

"We should fight more often," Harry said, still pretty breathless.

"Yeah okay," she agreed, before kissing his lips, and allowed him to roll on top of her.

"You okay?" he asked, looking down at her. He just wanted to make sure. She smiled lazily up at him, before wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me," she said, causing his fingers to dig into her hips even more, and his mouth to come crashing down on hers.


***

As Harry and Sofia laid in bed together, forgetting about the world outside, the world didn't
forget about them.

The world outside still existed. And Dante was part of the world.

While Harry and Sofia remained blissfully unaware, he was back in town.

And he had a score to settle.