Direct {Harry Styles}

22

"Allison let's go back to our room," Cameron says and I freeze in my seat. I look to Carter and his eyes are wide as if to say go.

I follow Cameron into the elevator onto his personal floor. We stay silent the entire way to his room. He closes the door behind me and motions for me to sit in the chair, which I do. He walks over to his bar at the end of the room, and pours two glasses of wine.

He takes the seat next to mine and hands me one of the two glasses. I take a sip of the red liquor and Harry's voice rings in my head telling me I'm not of age.

"Do you like it here?" Cameron asks as he sips his glass. I almost spit up the wine when he asks me.

"It's fine," I say, trying not to sound interested.

"Good. I would want my girlfriend to be comfortable," he says and smiles at me. I can't take it anymore. I set the glass down on the coffee table next to us and take a deep breath.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Cameron," I say. His jaw tightens at my words and I stiffen, waiting for the blow to my face.

He turns to me, "Oh Allison. There's an easy way to this. All you have to do is say 'I'm Cameron Dallas's girlfriend'. It's that easy. But there's a hard way too." I don't like the sound of this new information, but he carries on.

He slides his thumb across my jaw, "I would hate to ruin such a pretty face. But your going to have to learn one way or another."

I suck in a quick breath and pull away from his touch. He stands up slowly and towers over me. He grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the seat, making me stand. Cameron smacks me across the face and I fall to the floor.

He pins my arms down with his knees and continues to hit me. I scream our for help and I'm starting to except the fact that no one is coming. I scream for him to stop and he does.

He slows down his breath and grabs my chin, making me face him. I quickly close my eyes so I don't have to face him. "Allison fucking open your eyes now," he orders me with clenched teeth and I refuse. He hits me again and I cry out in pain.

My eyes slowly open and he smiles, knowing he's won. "I'll stop," he says and I sigh in relief, "all you have to do is say 'you're my boyfriend Cam'." I spit in his face and he pushes off my body, making sure to cause me pain on the way up.

He starts kicking at my sides and I curl up in pain. "Stop! Please!" I'm screaming and it just makes him kick harder. I cry out in pain and I'm praying that I'll be knocked out soon so I won't have to feel the pain for much longer

Harry Pov

"The next one. Now," I command. My breathing is heavy and rigid and I just want to get the over with.

"Harry this is the last one," Louis says and I sigh. Common you stupid bastard, tell me.

I calmly walk over to the Dag9 and my heart drops slightly. The kid doesn't look older than 15 and he looks more than scared of me. He looks exactly as I did when I started in my dads gang, now mine. Fuck.

I put my hand on the back of the bloody chair and lean in close to him, so we make eye contact. "How old are you?" I ask and he looks like he's going to shit his pants. I would too if I was him, he just watched me kill over 100 of his friends with my bare hands.

"F-fif-teen Sir," he stutters and I notice him shaking violently.

"Look kid," I point to the pile of bodies and he looks over and a single tear falls out of his eye. "That could be you, but it doesn't have to be. We both know that you know something about my love. If you tell me anything I won't slaughter you." I'm trying to be as nice as I can because he's my last hope for the day.