Sweet Creature

Chapter 7*

*Mild Smut*

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May 2017(present day)

A soft knock could be heard at my door. Maybe if I pretend I'm asleep they will go away.

"Mr Styles?" A woman's voice with an slight accent sounds. After letting out a sigh I guess I can't pretend anymore.

"What?" I answer, not bothering to open up my eyes.

"My name is Dr Horan, I'll be your psychologist. Do you know why you're here Mr Styles?"

**

-A few days prior-

"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Styles, I'm not sure why he isn't waking up."

Wait, waking up? What the fuck? Suddenly I feel pressure in my throat and realize there is a tube down it. Beeps from the hospital machines fill my ears as I regain consciousness.

"Anne! He's waking up, get a doctor!" My stepfather could be heard saying.

"Welcome back to the land of the living Harry, you gave us a real scare there." The doctor says after removing my tubes and helping me sit up. My mother, stepfather, Gemma, Liam and my father all stood around the bed.

It had been 6 years since I saw them last, the three of my parents had aged considerably while Liam and Gemma looked almost the same.

"Harry what happened?" Gemma asked that question of the hour that no one wanted to ask. 

What did happen? The last thing I remember was being home with Louis, he was having a party and man it was lit. Then I remembered the lines of coke, the ecstasy, the alcohol.

I had overdosed.

"Sweetheart you need help." My mother pleads with me with tears in her eyes.

I felt cornered, trapped. This was an intervention, MY intervention. 

They each took turns talking, telling me why I need help. Did I believe them? 

Fuck no.

But I was too exhausted to fight anymore. The doctors came in and discussed treatment options with my family right in front of me like I didn't even exist. Like I couldn't make any decisions. They decided I needed rehab, for 6 fucking months. My parents had filed whatever paperwork needed to pretty much take away my rights as a human being. I had no say anymore.

Fuck I should of taken more pills, at least I would be with Carolina.

** 

May 2017(present day)

"So you're here because you were forced into rehab?" She asks.

"More or less."

"I know there's more to this story Mr Styles." She warns.

Oh lady, you have no fucking idea.

**

April 2013

I followed the blonde beauty up the stairs, biting my lip as her hips move side to side. Once at the top of the stairs I look around with my eyes wide.

"Holy shit." I muttered underneath my breath, there were odd pieces of furniture everywhere. Some of which were occupied by naked couples. In the center of the room there was a large cross contraption with a woman tied up and another woman dressed in leather circling her with a riding crop as a crowd of people watched. 

"Do you wanna watch?" Blondie asks as she catches my attention. She presses her tits (or lack there of)

together and bites her lip, "Are you wanna play?" She oozes seductively.

If I'm at all honest, some of what I was seeing scared the shit out of me and I think my companion could tell as she pulled me into a private room. It was jungle theme with vines hanging from the ceiling and wrapping around a four post bed. 

I'm dreaming right? This is so unreal.

My thoughts are interrupted as I feel her lips against mine, her long fingers work to unbutton the three buttons holding my shirt closed . She slides my shirt off and kisses down my chest to my belt, her fingers work to undo my belt and zipper as she leaves a love bite below the fern leaf on my right hip. She gasps as she pulls down my pants and boxers and my length springs free before wrapping her lips around me.

With the alcohol and drugs running through my system every lick and touch felt like it would undo me, but it didn't. After a few minutes she realized she would have to do a lot more to please me, she releases me from her mouth with a pop before hiking up her dress and bending over the bed. She shot me a "come hither" look over her shoulder as I reached in my pocket for a foil packet, ripped it up and unrolled it over my length.

After walking over to her, grab her hips firmly and position myself at her entrance. In a huff of frustration from the mask binding me I rip it off and go to enter her.

"Harry?" The blonde gasped as I stepped away from her.

No no no, this was not happening.