Needs- A Dark Harry Fanfiction

Chapter 3

I get up and creep slowly towards the door. It creaks loudly when I turn the knob. Liam shifts in his bed and I freeze, but he doesn't get up. After what feels like an hour, I feel safe enough to move again.

Now what? I would find a stairwell, but none of the doors are labeled; I would probably end up in another man's room if I just tried a random door. My only other option was the catwalk. My bare feet freeze against the metal.I look around and, at the end of the garden below me, see a door. An exit.

I forget about being quiet in my hurry and throw myself over the catwalk to the floor below. It's not a far fall, only a few feet, but I grunt when my feet slam against the concrete. And then I run.

I don't hear the person running behind me until they're right at my feet. I break into a sprint, not confident that I can outrun my captor for long, but hoping to get out the doors.

And then I trip.

"Really living up to your name, love," Harry says behind me. He doesn't even need to catch his breath. "Come on, you're staying with me."

Fuck. I get up to run again and he tosses me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing. I pound against his back and scream. He puts me down, grabs me by the wrist, and covers my mouth.

"I'm trying to help you," he says. "If you'd just shut the fuck up, Zayn won't wake up. He'll be meaner if he finds out now than he will be in the morning." I stop pulling away from him. "I'm going to uncover your mouth. You can scream, or not. Your choice."

I don't scream. As much as I hate Harry, he's right. I don't fight against him until we get into his room and slams the door. He drags me by the arm to the bed, but doesn't toss me onto it.

"Get in the bed," he says.

"I'm not just gonna let you..." I start.

"Let me what, rape you?" Harry laughs. "I don't rape girls, Grace. They beg for me. Get in the bed."

If he doesn't want to rape me, why is he forcing me into his bed? I pull my arm away from him. "I'd rather sleep on the floor."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Grace. I want to go to sleep and if I fall asleep, you'll run. If you're in the bed I'll feel you getting up. Get in the bed, or I'll get Zayn. He'll be worse."

I shake my head again. Harry pauses in exasperation, then grabs a pillow and blanket. "If you run again tonight I'm going to catch you. And Zayn's going to hurt you. Far worse than I ever could." I nod, my lip quivering. I move to take the pillow and blanket from him.

"I'll take the floor," he says. "Just, please, go to bed."

HARRY'S POV

My back hurts. The girl hit hard,not too hard for me to handle, just hard enough to bruise my skin. It wasn't like I had done anything to warrant the attacks either. I was just following orders.

She's lucky I caught her. If she had run away, Zayn would have hunted her down. Maybe he could resist his anger, just beat her into submission. More likely she'd be dead.

It's not that I really care for her. I just don't want to watch her die. Her father was the one who robbed us, and she didn't deserve to be broken for his crimes.

Grace tosses and turns in my bed. I can see her figure from where I'm resting, right by the door. I know why she can't sleep; I frighten her. And I did mean to scare her, when I first took her. I had hoped I could claim her, could keep her out of the other guys' hands. I don't think I'm better than them; I have the same desires they do. I'm just able to resist them.

My teeth clench. She's just a teenager. The thought of one of them owning her, dominating her, making her submit... It makes me sick. I'm only twenty myself, but I just can't imagine myself fucking her, tainting that innocence.

She's the absolute picture of innocence. Her huge doe eyes are the softest blue, like smooth water. Her body is small, fragile, untoned. Her long hair is a wild mess, the sort of mousy brown that reminds me of Bambi. I just want to break her, to make her mine. But I know it's wrong.

I shift my thoughts to something else. If Zayn finds out she tried to run, he'll beat her bloody until she gives in. I know she deserves it, but I couldn't bear to watch. Maybe if I speak for her, I can get her out of trouble. Not lie to Zayn, of course. Just get her a little mercy.

"Harry?" Grace whispers, not sure if I'm asleep.

"Yeah?"

"Why were you awake?"

"Tending the garden," I lie. In truth, I just couldn't sleep. Didn't want to. My dreams were haunting me.