DayDream (Liam Payne FF) (BWWM) COMPLETED

Aubri.

This time is worse than the last.

My feet are barely touching the ground as I struggle to pry his enormous hands from around my neck. My feet feel like anchors, pulling me down, while the veins in his arm pop from the strain of holding me up against the wall. My lungs and eyes are burning from the lack of oxygen being able to pass and I can feel my body relaxing into a lifeless, rag-doll like hanging position.

He uses his free hand to stroke my face before releasing my throat. Dropping to the ground, I place my own hands at my throat, trying to force air in before I pass out.

He walks over to his side of the bed and opens his drawer, pulling out a square of gold foil.

“Get on the bed,” he instructs, and I crawl over, unable to stand. He sighs, obviously impatient with my pace and he throws me on the bed before forcefully ripping my skirt off.

“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve been waiting to take that skirt off of you,” he murmurs as he zips down his own jeans and kicks them off, followed by his boxers. Ripping the gold packet with his teeth, he unrolls the condom and carefully rolls it onto his member. “Come here,” he orders, stroking himself.

“I- I can’t move,” I whisper, fearful of what he might do next.

He rolls his eyes at me and yanks me to the edge of the bed by my legs. Spreading my legs, he forces himself in me and I stare at the ceiling in silence as he pumps away inside of me, murmuring about how good I feel.

I laugh bitterly within myself as tears prick my eyes, my body exhausted from trying to repair itself after the beating he only just finished imparting to me.

He speeds up as I lay perfectly still. He’ll be finished soon, I think with relief. I’ve found it’s easier to just let him finish and leave, rather then getting beaten within inches of my life for resisting.

Why is he poking me?

-

Light tickles my eyelids as I yawn and stretch. I’m mildly aware of something poking me in my side, which slightly bothers me. I went to sleep alone.

Poking me again, I throw an elbow jab in the direction of the poke, earning a husky groan in pain. My eyes snapping open are met with brilliant emerald green ones.

Harry.

“Good morning sunshine,” he laughs as he rubs the spot where I hit him in my sleep.

Instantly feeling bad, I sit up and cover my mouth as he laughs at me. “I know Li took the couch last night, but I figured it would be worth a laugh to see the face you’re wearing right now,” he continues to laugh as I sit there, mortified. Eyes growing wide, my hands fly to my hair, which thankfully managed to stay in it’s high bun, save for a few rouge strands of hair that always seem to come loose.

As I reach up to fix my hair, I notice that Harry’s eyes are glued to my stomach. Feeling self- conscious, I look down to see what he’s staring at. My sleep sweater is baggy and everything should be covered.

Harry glances up, meeting my eyes with a mixture of amusement and what looks like concern. “You really do have Liam’s arrow tattoo,” he jokes. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I laugh lightly.

“Yeah, it was a newer addition to my body ink,” I explain, going back to fixing my hair.

I’m slightly taken aback when Harry reaches over and traces a jagged set of scars that I know the pattern of all too well.