Silent Screams » Harry Styles

Chapter 4

I whimper under his touch, and I force myself to not move away. His dark green eyes look hungry, and his gaze never leaves mine. I have an urge to kick him and run away, but I know I wouldn’t be able to do that. It’s not that easy anyways; I’m locked inside of this room. Nobody’s home and I’m left here completely under his control. Considering I’m a lot smaller than him, he can do anything he wants to me- and he knows it too. He slips his hands under my sweatshirt, his cold hands rubbing my skin.

I screw my eyes shut, and he reaches for the buttons of my pants. Without thinking first, my hands immediately push his away. I open my eyes slightly, and he looks confused, and angry. He slides his hand inside of my jeans, and I shake my head frantically. I can’t let him do this to me. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

He presses his body against mine, and I can feel every inch of him, even through all these clothes. He moves to take my shirt off, but I push it back down. I don’t want him to see my scars; that will make me more vulnerable that I already am. Most of them have faded, but the one I got recently hadn’t. My breathing has gotten heavier, and my heart is pounding against my rib cage.

His eyebrows knit in confusion and he says, “Have you ever…?” 

I know what he’s implying, and heat rushes to my cheeks. Embarrassed, I look down and shake my head. I hear him chuckle, and I look up. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to…” he trails off

“Really?” I ask

He looks around the room and says, “Yeah, I mean, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I start laughing at his statement. He’s already made me beyond uncomfortable.

“You’ve trapped me inside of my room, attempt to rape me, and then say you don’t want to make me uncomfortable.” I say and he shrugs his shoulders. 

“It’s not rape if you enjoy it.” he smirks and my mouth falls open

“I don’t even know your name or age! Plus, how would you know that I’ll enjoy it?”

“My name is Harry, and I’m seventeen. And I know you’ll enjoy it because everyone does.” he says with assurance. 

“Cocky much?” I tease

I push my shirt back down, and run my hand over my hair. I button my jeans and look up at him again. I’m still trying to process what happen only a few minutes ago, and I sigh. He seemed so dominant and aggressive; I didn’t think he’d listen to me. He actually stopped, because I felt uncomfortable. Harry’s not too bad for a serial killer. I am fully aware of how attractive he is, and I think he is too. He’s just so…..sexy. I mentally slap myself for thinking that, but it’s true.

Everything about him is so alluring. The way he smirks, his sparkling green eyes, his posture. He just seems so confident about everything he does and says. I’m actually quite jealous. I’m not half as confident as he is. I wish I could be sure of myself, but I’m just not. Every move he makes is graceful, and his words are well thought out.

“I just want to touch you.” he states. 

“I barely know you and you’re a murderer. Let’ not forget that.” I say and he groans. 

“Forget about all of that for a minute,” he lifts my chin so I can look at him, “Just look at me. If you didn’t know me, would you want me?” he asks. 

I exhale and I nod my head. Of course I would want him if I didn’t know him. But that’s the problem; I do know him. And since I do, I don’t want him- well not as much anyways. I just wish he wasn’t so god damn attractive. I have no idea why he would want to even be near a girl like me. I’m not even remotely pretty. I don’t think he likes me, I think he likes the idea of me. You know, a friend with benefits.

He puts his arms on my hips, and pulls me closer to him. He takes my hand in one of his, and places it under his shirt. Surprisingly, I didn’t remove my hand, but kept it there. I looked at him, and he gave me a nod of approval. I put my other hand under his shirt hesitantly, but I had the sudden urge to remove the piece of clothing from him. I curse at myself under my breath, and remove my hands from his shirt reluctantly.

Fuck you Harry and your flawless looks.

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“So what are you going to do when my dad comes home and see’s my windows like that?” I ask

“You won’t be here when he comes home.” he answers simply

“What do you mean ‘I won’t be here’?” I demand

“I’m going to take you somewhere. I just put up those boards for the time being. I can’t afford having you run away.”

I push my hair out of my eyes and turn my back towards him. I walk over to my window and put my hands on the boards keeping me inside. In a way, I feel like Rapunzel stuck in her castle. Except Rapunzel didn’t have murdering psychopath in her room, and nobody is going to come to save me. I’m going to be held hostage by Harry for who knows how long. But when he finally trusts me enough, I will run away. I will talk my dad into making us move to a new town so I can be as far away from Harry as possible.

I still have so many questions to ask him, but I need to find the right time to. He still isn’t very fond of me at the moment. I think he finds me rather annoying and irritating. I can’t blame him to be honest, I don’t like myself that much either. My stomach grumbles, but I ignore it. I’ve gotten used to the constant grumbling in my stomach; it doesn’t bother me much anymore.

Harry is looking through my drawers even though I have already told him not to. He rummages through my drawers and lifts up something he isn’t supposed to see. 

“A thong?!” he exclaims and I groan

I run over to him and try to snatch the underwear from his hands. I’m too short, and he has extended his arm way above my head. I blush, realizing how awkward this situation is.

“Give it back!” I whine. 

“Not unless you promise to put it on if I do.” he gives me one of his signature smirks. 

“Pervert!” I smack his arm and he laughs, putting the underwear back in the drawer.

I roll my eyes and sit down on my bed. It’s been a long day and it’s nine o’clock. It’s early, but I already want to go to sleep. Harry has been awfully nice to me after the whole “I want to touch you” thing. He seems almost too nice, but I will ask him all my questions tomorrow. I take my pajamas, and go to the bathroom to put them on. When I’m dressed for bed, I go under the sheets and bring the warm cover up to my face. I take a deep breath, and try not to worry about all the things I have been worrying about for the past day.

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It’s still dark and I feel something cool along my neck. I moan and open my eyes to see what it is. When I open my eyes, I see the outline of a familiar face. The thing on my neck presses against my skin, and I feel a searing pain go through my neck.

“W-What are you doing?” I stutter  

Harry says nothing. He only smiles.