Direct {Harry Styles}

8

"Allisonnnnn," I woke up to the sound of Harry's voice. I opened my eyes and Harry was walking towards me with a tequilla bottle. I groaned and sat up.

"Yes Harry?" I questioned. It was obvious he was drunk.

"Are you scared of me?" he sounded hurt.

"I don't know. I don't want to be," I replied honestly.

He groaned, "you just woke up. You have bruises all over yourself. Yet, you still manage to look beautiful." He started to walk towards me and I panicked. I've been through this too many times.

"Give me that," I nodded towards the bottle.

He glared at me, "you're underage Allison."

"I've been drinking since I was 13. Give me the bottle." He shook his head and took a huge swig. "I'm gonna sleep with Niall.''

I stood up and walked to the door, my side aching. He grabbed my wrist, "you aren't allowed to sleep with him anymore."

I snapped my wrist away, "why?" I snapped.

He look a sip, "because I said so."

"Well I'm not staying with you," I glared at him.

"Stop fighting me! Dammit Allie!" He yelled and raised his hand.

I turned around and ran down the hallway. I heard him yelling, but I ignored him. He's too drunk to run after me. I kept running. I ran into the kitchen- panting. I grabbed a beer bottle and chugged the sour taste. I didn't want to remember this in the morning.

Ten minuets had gone by and I could hear people yelling. The clock above the oven read 3:56 in the morning. I was on my third beer when Louis walked in. I was sitting on a chair with my feet propped up on the table. Four unopened bottles- now three- and three empty. He stared at me shocked, but soon came and joined me. He grabbed one of my unopened bottles and popped it open.

"Cheers to you," he grumbled.

"Why?" I wasn't in the mood for talking. I was in the mood for drinking.

"He's got half the house up searching for your ass," He laughed and I just hummed in responce.

"Cheers to me."

He laughed, "you should just let him, you know? Just let him love you. And be an overprotective asshole.... Let yourself love him"

"I don't think he's capable of love." I mumbled finishing my fourth bottle.

"You see that's where you're wrong. He's never cared this much. Not his own family. Not money or guns. Not me, his best friend.. yet, he cares about you." He reached for my new bottle, obviously thinking I've had too much, and I yanked it away.

"He's trying to take Niall away from me. Niall is the only family I have left," I sighed, taking a sip.

"He's jealous. He thinks you're fucking him. Cause you bought the little pink bag and you're not giving him any. Plus you wanted to spend the night with Niall and not him."

"I've never given anyone any.... well not by choice," I took a big sip and pushed in down my throat. I groaned, "I'm too drunk for this conversation... Why are you telling me this anyway?" I finished my bottle and set it on the table.

Louis shrugged, "You'll be too drunk to remember."

-

Holy shit. I'm never drinking again. I remember everything- vividly. Harry coming home drunk. I remember everything Louis told me. Just let Harry love you. Let yourself love him. What the hell does he mean by that? He thinks I'm fucking Niall. Oh God. What if he hurts Niall?

I heard the door open and Harry walks in pissed off, "I bet you can imagine why I'm pissed, but why don't you take a guess." He growled at me.

"I'd rather not," Crap.

"Well for starters I told you that you were underage. You stumbled into my room way too drunk off your ass. I've told you more than once not to drink! Second I told you to come back and you didn't. You broke one of the only two rules- do what your told."

"Are you serious? You were way more drunk than I was--"

"I am of age!... Now you get two choices."

I was beyond pissed. "What do you mean choices?"

"Your choice of punishment," Of course, "You can either take 20 spankings or spend 30 minuets with the guy in our basement." He grinned at me.

"Basement please."

-

Damn I was nervous. I was not letting him spank me. I've made that mistake before. 30 minuets with a guy in a basement can't be too bad right? Plus he's tied up. Harry wouldn't let me get hurt... would he?

Harry opened the door, "Have fun." He smirked at me and I glared at him.

I walked into the already lit room. It didn't look like a basement at all. It looked like a dirty room. There was shattered glass and blood smeared on the floor. And then I saw him. Oh my God.

He just laughed, "Why am I not surprised to see you here, whore." He grinned at me. His lip was busted and he had bruies all over his jaw, plus a black eye.

I had to be strong. Harry did this on purpose. I hadn't seen Marcus in two months. He was Jake's best friend. He had the tattoo. He hit me too, Jake let him. I laughed silently, "I could say the same to you." I looked up and saw a camera. Harry's watching.

I walked closer and grabbed his jaw. He flinched and whipped his head away. "You bitch," He growled under his breath.

"I would be careful Marcus. I'm not the one tied up right now." I challenged him. I looked around and saw a table. Full of torturous tools- all bloody.

He glarred at me hard, "Really? Wanna know what I would do to you if I wasn't?" He smirked. "I would beat you, just like I used too. But, this time I would leave you conscious. Just so you would feel me raping you. I would rape you till you couldn't walk anymore. And there would be no one to save you. You're no Trophy. You're crap. And that's how you deserved to be treated."

I was crying, awfully. Like the crying where your tears don't stop, shaking, sobbing. "You bastard!" I didn't even feel it. I didn't feel myself running. I didn't feel my fist connecting with his face. Again. Again. Again. I couldn't stop. I just let go. I didn't feel Niall's arms around me. I didn't feel him pulling me away. But I felt it all when I stopped. I could see Harry finishing what I started, but this time, no one was going to pull him off.

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-Tiraa*