Manipulated (New and Imropved version of Manipulative)

Intro

Warning: This story will include lots of sexual intercourse, cursing, violence, and drug use. Do read at your own risk.

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"That smile of yours could give you the world princess."

That's what his mom had always told him. Harry took that quite literally.

At such a young age Harry was able to negotiate to get things to go his own way, if it be simply offering a kid candy to go and do his dirty work. Resulting in his work being done, but the other kid receiving the punishment.

Some would call him mischievous, but he only replied with a luring smile and secrecy in his eyes.

Harry was always sneaky but always shameless, even when he'd gotten caught taking the last cookie after blaming his older sister, he would simply smile and take a bite out the cookie and then continue on about his day.

Of course many thought it was just harmless fun and childish games, but Harry carried that trait all throughout his school life.

Although many things his family had been unaware of, his peers knew just how conniving the boy could be.

In high school he'd go through as many gay or closeted boys, that'd allow him with no remorse. He cared none for their partners or the fact that they never even wanted to be outed. He simply had his pleasure, but it wasn't like he would tell anyone. His lips were always sealed.

What's the fun in kiss and tell?

Albeit, his obsession with men hadn't begun until his senior year, when a special guest speaker had visited his school offering internship opportunities. Harry had never seen such a man. Harry's attention couldn't be kept off of the man. This man defined other men in ways Harry didn't think could exist.

He dressed so elegantly, his expensive looking suit perfectly fitting his body, this man was suave. He was sure everyone's eyes looked the man up and down when he first entered the building, he looked out of place in the classroom.

He even smelled expensive, the smell lingering throughout the classroom teasing and taunting Harry. His facial expression was professional, but you could easily detect the smugness on this man's face. He was gorgeous and he knew it. His black hair was slicked into perfection not a bit was out of place. The black facial hair that littered across the man's jaw was so perfectly groomed and definitely complimented that sharp jawline he held. His aura was nothing but steamy, he was the kind of man, you just knew was a dirty dog who treated people like absolute shit.

Yet, the man dripped with dominance, his shoulders broad and head held high. This man was an alpha male and Harry never knew he'd craved that until now. The man's eyes swept across the classroom before he began speaking, harry almost gasped at the firey hazel eyes and he simply pulled his lip between his teeth when the dashing man looked away.

Harry was sure he wanted this man to dominate his body, but he wasn't so sure if the man was gay or not.

Of course he would find out, maybe not today but one day. If the man be gay or straight, he'd give Harry wanted he wanted and it was him.

After the man was done speaking, an hour of Harry imagining all the different positions and places the tall, handsome man could take him.

Maybe in his office, he thought, letting a small smile slip onto his perfectly plump lips.

Zayn had walked around to each student placing his business cards on each persons desk. His slender finger was complimented by expensive rings, none of which was a wedding ring. "If anyone would like a chance of this internship, don't hesitate to give me a call," he announced to the class and he stood back, giving the class a smile. Harry just stared down at the card becuase he'd surely be giving the man a call, but when he was a bit older, of course. With that, Harry looked up to the beautiful man once more drinking in his handsome features before getting up as the bell ring to head to his next class.

One day Harry would have his way with that man.

Harry was just seventeen back then, and in the last two years he's not only learned a lot but he's done a lot.

Harry was now a nineteen year old freshman at UCLA, he'd gotten accepted on scholarship due to his exceptional grades. Harry was studying behavioral science and biology in hopes of becoming a psychologist in the near future.

Despite Harry moving on from high school to college, he still possessed his ways. Not only had Harry stopped sleeping with boys his age but he'd moved to sleeping with men; real men, men with successful careers, men with power, men like Zayn Malik.

Ever since he'd met that man his sexual cravings shot to an all time high with him only wanting the touch of men who he knew held power. Men who would take care of him and buy him pretty things.

It was honestly surprising the large amount of men that was willing to spoil this boy in gifts, in exchange for a sloppy blow job. Harry was only nineteen years old and had a total of four cars, none of which he'd ever paid for.

Harry didn't need a job, why, pleasuring the wealthy men was much more enduring than being paid minimum wage.

He was also sure that if he hadn't had a scholarship to stay in school, some man would be willing to pay for it as they were willing to buy Harry an expensive condo, in downtown Los Angeles. He simply wasnt the dorm type.

Of course he could never stay in a dorm and keep tabs on the man who drove him insane at once. The other students would think he was some sort of stalker.

He wasn't desperate, he had all the dick he could ever need, but there was one that he wanted with every fiber in his body, he craved that man. There was only one problem, as Harry had assumed back in high school.

This Zayn Malik was a straight man, throughout the years of Harry watching the man and waiting for the perfect moment to go after his man. He'd noticed the numerous amount of women he took home on a daily, he didn't think the man had ever went a night without sex, clearly the two had something in common.

Buried in riches and whores, Harry was right about him, this man was a dog, merciless, and a complete narcissist. Every where he went he kept his head held high. He demanded attention in every room he stepped in, the men would stand a little taller and the women's shirt would drop a little lower. This man knew he was a prize and he had no problem being praised for it. He played with women as if they were dolls and intimidated men as if he was a beast. This man got whatever wanted with the simple snap of his fingers, there hadn't been a women who'd turned him down, and despite not being a woman, Harry was going to change that.

He was going to make this privileged man beg. Harry would demand for him to jump, and Zayn would ask how high. He would make Zayn feel that same strong desire for himself that he'd felt for him since high school, and he wanted to take this man's heart and crush it, he wanted to put a leash on the monster that was Zayn Malik.

And he was determined to do just that.

A/N

So there was our introduction to the story, the very first chapter will be up beginning the story. I want to welcome all new readers and that any of my older readers from Manipulative. I love you guys so much and thank you!

-Corrynn