His.

Yours.

He pulled back, once again smirking. While I gasped at our actions. He turned his head towards his father, giving him a small nod. Before taking my hand, giving a small yet rude goodnight. And tugged me out the door and down the hallway. "It's about damn time this was mine," I heard him mutter to himself, I was losing circulation in my palm as he held tight to my wrist. "H-H-Harry?"
"What," he snarled through his teeth, "Your hurting me," I looked at our hands his eyes following.
He let out a small laugh breath, "Your point?" was he serious, "My point is it hurts, can you loosen up?" he let out a dark chuckle before pulling me into his chest, "Oh sweetheart, you'll be in alot more pain tonight," he spoke into my hair. I looked up into his eyes, "So innocent," he opened the building door, "I can change that".

We approached a black Range Rover, he opened the passenger side and literally pushed me in, bastard. "Wow and to think I thought you were a gentlemen," he slammed the door. Jogged around to his door. "Darling, I'm nothing but gentle," he spoke softly whilst stroking my hair, out of nowhere I felt soft, warm lips pressured into mine. "St-stop," I whispered, he took my hand and placed it onto something hard. I felt it twitch beneath my palm as he groaned into the kiss, he pulled away as I did my hand. He smirked, that fucking smirk that had me drugged, "You'll love my côck baby," I rolled my eyes at his ego "pfft, what makes you say that?" He turned a sharp corner that slammed me into the window, "Let's just say it's above average". At that our small car conversation ended. A small awkward silence later we pulled up to a house, or should I say mansion? By the time I was finished gaping at the large house he had already opened my door. He let out a huff "How about we do this right, shall we?" I tilted my head out of confusion, his strong arms went under my knees as the other supported my back. Sticking to the moment I rested my head on his chest to keep warm from the chilly spring air, might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

This could be a stupid idea, but it never hurts to try right?
"Harry?" My voice shaky from fear,
"What," his green eyes peered down. Pupils dilated and glazed over, a sign of alcohol use.
"I- Will you," he cut me off "no," he looked back down "I won't be gentle".
No shit my conscience bit back. I took in my surrounding, the yard was fenced, damn. "I wasn't asking for you to be," I huffed, I wanted for you to get you're perverted hands away from my body. "Oh so you like it hard huh, fxcking slut," I clenched my teeth to keep my inner bitch in. "Would you mind putting me down, I have legs for a reason," he let out a breathy laugh. The arms that once held me closed disappeared. He dropped me, he actually dropped me!
Leaning down he stepped on my wrist, his boot digging into my flesh. "How about we get some things straight yeah?" I nodded, "You. Are. Mine". Trying to look away he grabbed my jaw, "do I make myself clear?" His other foot started pressing down on my throat, "yes," I answered in a broken whisper.
"Fantastic," he smirked kicking me away, "get up".
Coughing I got up from the gravel, gripping my left wrist he pulled me inside.

"Hazza! Mate come have a- oh who's this?" A loud voice spoke from the living room. Bright blue eyes took in my features, for some reason it made me extremely uncomfortable. Right across from him sat a blonde, pale eyes focusing on the woman dancing on his lap. The smell of weed filled the house. Still pulling me along, Harry approached the smaller lad. "This, is my new trophy,"
"Virgin?" Blue eyes raised his eyebrows.
"Oh of course," Harry laughed, stroking my cheek, I wanted to bite his hand. "Well trophy, I'm Louis," he grinned, "hope you don't mind sharing your prize," he glanced at Harry, who had gotten himself a blunt. "We'll see," he smirked at me. Louis took a seat on the couch, Harry sat beside him. Patting his lap, I obeyed and sat on his lap. Okay, I was ready to cry.

The night went on, blunts were pasted, smoke blown in my face for their amusement. The blonde one who's name I had learned was Niall had left with his girl to go bang I guess. Her moans were very audible, very. Harry's fingers have been playing with my panties for the past hour, going back and forth between rubbing my thigh, and teasing my entrance.
"Alright, I think it's about time we head in, come on love," pushing me off his lap he sat up. Louis had fallen asleep, and now there's no one to stop Harry from doing what he pleases.

Pulling me through the house, he staggered. He was high, drunk and probably insane. Finally we stopped at a door, he looked down at me, I looked at him. For a second I thought he was a normal man, only a second though. Pushing it open, he pulled me inside.
"So clearly I'm far too intoxicated to take you tonight," he suddenly spoke, slurring his words. Wait what? I looked at him in surprise. "Don't get too excited I'm still going to fxck you," walking closer he stroked my cheek, "I just want to be able to remember your virgin screams". Dîck. Out of no where he picked me up and pinned me against the wall. Wrapping my legs around his waist out of fear. Leaning in until our noses were touching, "but to be sure you don't forget who you belong to," pulling out a switchblade he started to dig into the flesh of my hip. Completely ignoring my cries of pain and whimpers for him to stop, he let me down from the wall. Only to return with his forearm on my throat, "now, who's are you?" Still crying I decided not to make him angry.
"Yours".