Heroine (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Three

Harry's glare is menacing as he overlooks me with a suggestive expression. I coward before him, not liking our proximity or what he's just told the man whom he calls Murphy. By the look in his eyes, I fear this can't be good. I choke up on the sobs I'm holding back.

"Please," I beg hoping to change his mind. Murphy looks at me with what I believe is sorrow, before he turns for the staircase. My eyes shift back to Harry whose still watching me closely, following the rhythm of my heaving chest and the tremble of my limbs.

"Get up," he demands. This time around I act quickly in obeying. This could be bad and I fear what's to happen when we get to his bathroom-but next time it might not be me he decides to pick on. It could be my family. I have to remember that.

When I'm standing up on my feet before him, he grabs me by my already soar forearm and spins me around to face the staircase. I'm pushed up the stairs into a large bedroom. I look up from the plush carpet to see massive black walls that are trimmed with beautiful white crown molding. Hanging from the middle of the white cathedral ceiling that's adorned with exquisite plaster work, is another crystal chandelier, just smaller than the one in the foyer. On the wall to our left two doors are also finished with plaster work. We enter through the furthest one and my feet come in contact with cold black marble. Looking up, I find that everything is black marble in here, aside from the gold fixtures.

Harry  pushes me toward the vanity and forces his weight into my back side-I'm pinned between the two. My eyes are lost green seas staring back into the reflection of his electric ones. A handful of my hair is wrapped gracefully between his fingers, before he tugs down harshly, exposing my neck. He leans down and rest his cheek against mine. "Nicola," he whispers, his breath fanning over my skin. He gives me a warning look before he releases his grip on my hair. He pulls something out from his back pocket. When he lifts it to his mouth and uses his teeth to pull out a blade, I realize it's a pocket knife. He swiftly cuts the zip tie.

He turns away and I watch as he saunters towards the black and white tub that stands on gold claw feet. I catch a glimpse of my reflection while I'm turning to face him-dirt and dry blood taint my skin, my green eyes are wide as saucers and tired.

 He starts the water before I watch steam rise from the gold faucet. "Be productive Nicola, and fix yourself for a bath", he hisses over his shoulder, testing the temperature with his long fingers.

"But-" I protest, closing my arms around my chest protectively.

He turns and stalks toward me, disregarding my concern. "I'll remind you not to wet your head," I think he's suggesting I keep my wound dry, like it even matters...

My hands fall to the edge of the sink and I grasp there as I lean back away from his towering figure. He's so tall, how would I ever protect myself from him? "Please-please don't-"

Before I can even finish, he cuts me off. He reaches behind me to grab one of my wrist, and drags me to the tub. "Get over yourself," he spits, making evident a disgust in me all of the sudden. 

Really? Is this a trick? Has he changed his mind?  He lets me go and makes his way toward the door. "The boys do love a good peep show. If I wasn't short on men right now, I can assure you, we'd enjoy such entertainment at your expense." He glances back at me over his shoulder, "I'm sure you won't let your parents down, right? No funny business..." he connives, using what he already knows to be my weakness. He's out the door and leaving it to slam.

Having no choice, I hesitantly unbutton the denim shirt. I debate on locking the door, but decide against it-it could come with consequences. As the shirt falls from off my shoulders, I intake a sharp breath. My body is not my own.  Bruises and fresh red marks are scattered everywhere. I stand here paralyzed, staring down at them. I don't even realize I'm crying until a tear lands near one of the deep creases on my wrist, left behind from the zip tie.