Empire ♔ h.s au

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His hands trailed up my thigh right above the knee sock. A sea of goose bumps rushed over my skin at his gentle movements. I gulped when his hand slid under my skirt, letting a out a shape hesitant breath.

"I'm not yours, I can't be. I-if my mother can't take care of me then I should be in a foster care. My aunt and uncle live in Germany-"

"NO!" His voice roared through the room. Making me jump slightly back into the headboard of the bed. His hand still on my upper thigh.

"She gave you to me, I rule this place. My rules. You're mine." He said much softer this time, his hand tracing small and random figures over my skin. I tried to move my leg away from him but it only made him move closer.

I simply nodded at what he said even though I didn't really believe in what he was saying. He can't own me.

"But, when will I leave then-"

He moved closer to me leaning his face in toward mine. His breath fanning over my lips as he kept his gaze focused on mine. His vibrant green eyes held contact with mine, they seemed a darker green from when I had first saw them. I ignored it and blamed it in the room lighting.

"Baby girl, you're not leaving." His spoke, eyes locked on mine, he said it with so much confidence in his voice. He was so sure of his own words that it scared me.

I didn't want to believe him, but at the moment I wasn't sure of what to believe in. I'm still in school and I'm still young.

"What about school?" I ask out of thought.

"You'll still go, Z will take you every morning and pick you up in the afternoon." I nodded at his response. At least I can still get an education. "But I won't hesitate about taking you out." He says while smirking, guess I spoke too soon..

He leaned in closer to me, I moved my head back as far as I could, only making my head I hit the wooden headboard. My back now pressed up against it as he continued to lean in closer. I didn't have anywhere to go. His lips brushed over mine making me shiver. His mint breath and his musky cologne filled up my scenes as he moved closer to me.

He moved his plum lips over my own, moving them against mine slowly. This was my first kiss. And it was with a man I didn't even know. I didn't know how to react, a man in his mid-twenties I just met minuets ago, now kissing me.

But it didn't last long.

There was a knock at the door. Harry backed away, his eyebrows furred and his expression annoyed and dissatisfied. He wanted more, but I got lucky.

Harry got off the bed, walking over to the door to retrieve who was behind it and what ever they needed.

He opened the door to a women around her late twenties perhaps early thirties. Her red hair tied up in a bun and her blue eyes looking at him worried. She held something in her hand and out stretched her arm handing what ever she held to him. Her other hand holding a glass of water.

"Sarah, I'm busy right now, please leave." He says softly, I could tell he was annoyed and doing his best to keep calm.

Her blue eyes scanned over the room looking to see something that he could possibly busy with. And that's when her eyes landed on me. Her expression shocked and her eyes shot open, she opened her mouth slightly but didn't speak.

"Mr. Styles, what is Ellie doing here?" She says in a rushed feared voice. How did she know my name?

"That's none of your business Sarah, leave." He says, more demanding this time. His patience was obviously short and his attitude made it clear that he had a quick temper.

"Mr. Styles, take your medication. Now. You need it, especially if you're going to be around her." She says while looking over at me. She didn't say it in a rude way, more concerned for me. Her gaze still on me as Harry took the medication from her hand, he didn't take it though, just snatched it away from her grasp. He took the glass of water in his other hand.

Sarah stayed there silently waiting for Harry to take his pill, but he never did. He turned around and shut the door behind him with his foot slamming it in her face.

He placed the glass of water on a nearby table that was in the bedroom and lazily tossed the pill into the trash can beside it.

After doing so, he looked back up at me. No clear emotion was on his face.

He walks back over to me and sits closely next to me on the bed just like before.

"Why didn't you take it?" I say looking over at him. His expression turned slightly upset but faded away.

"It's not important, I don't need it." He says while looking over at me.

His eyes raked up my body and I grew self conscious under his hard gaze, he always seemed to look at me so intently. As if he questioned if I were really here with him or not.

He placed his hand on my upper thigh like he had done earlier. Moving it up higher and higher. I watched as his hand disappeared under my black school skirt, I take in a sharp breath of what he was going to do.

He still watched me, he looked at my face, watching how I reacted to him. Watching how the way he touches me softly makes me act. It made me uncomfortable. Like a science experiment, he wanted to see how he could do many things and get a different reaction.

I felt his hand slide over my underwear and over my private. His slender fingered slides over top and I quickly moved my hand over his to stop him.

"Harry-"

"I need you."

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