Mine

Chapter 4 - Punishment

GABRIELLE POV:

I had tried pleading with Harry at the club, but it was completely and utterly useless. After the whole situation with Zayn, I tried to make Harry see the magnitude of the situation. But, he just kept threatening me and yelling at me until finally we all piled into the car and left the club.

When we got back to the house, Harry immediately grabbed my arm and yanked me up the stairs. I caught sight of my purse in the kitchen, but knew that I had a fat chance of getting a hold of it.

We entered my cold empty room and Harry pushed me inside roughly. "What the hell were you thinking?" He spat, practically throwing me into the desk chair as he began counting off everything I had done wrong on his fingers. "You argued with me, you disobeyed me, you provoked Zayn!"

"Hey, I didn't do anything to Zayn!" I tried to defend myself, but he ignored me.

"The way that you behave has a direct impact on my reputation, Gabrielle! Don't you get that?!" He clapped his hand hard against the wall, and I flinched from the loud sound that it created.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I've been taking these RIDICULOUS concepts so lightly." I feigned sympathy. "Let me just brush up on ASSHOLE GANGSTERS 101." My voice shook and echoed across the large airy room.

"You had better watch your tone with me." He seethed.

"Sure thing, DAD." I hissed under my breath as I stood up and kicked off my uncomfortable shoes. In one quick motion, Harry had caught me around the waist and slammed me up against the nearest wall. I let out a sharp pained breath as his hand cupped my face roughly.

He lowered his lips to my left ear, but didn't let go of my face. "I mean it, princess." He paused. "Because you're on thin ice." With that, he slammed his hips against my own and smashed me even farther into the wall. I let out a squeal of pain and he finally let go of me.

"Apologize." He ordered.

"I'm sorry." I said wearily, as I was far too tired to put up another fight. He seemed to be relatively pleased with it, so I allowed my legs to collapse underneath me as I sank into the desk chair once again.

"Oh that's cute." Harry mused, standing in front of me and leaning forward onto the airs of the chair. "You thought that that would be it? You make me look like a fool at the club tonight and what? I yell at you a little bit? Push you up against a wall?" My heart was beating faster and faster with each word that he spoke and I stuttered dumbly, trying to think of something to say.

He disappeared for a moment and opened up a nearby dresser drawer. I watched him sift through various piles of clothes before pulling out a pale pink and white lace contraption. I'm not even 100% of what it was, other than some sort of heavy-duty lingerie, that one probably has to place a custom order for.

"Here we go." He grinned, dangling it in front of my face. "Your pajamas."

"You're kidding." I snapped, trying to stand up only to be pushed back down easily.

"Yeah, you wish I was." Harry grinned. "Mirror. Now." He ordered me so dangerously that I actually listened to him. I was still in the tight purple dress from the club, but he was quickly behind me ready to unzip it.

Much to my surprise, he did not reach for the zipper, but rather for a pair of scissors. Quickly and efficiently, he began to cut the dress right off. I was still in my bra, but I wasn't wearing any underwear, so I instinctively clutched the remains of the dress as sort of a privacy cloth.

Harry chuckled, but didn't immediately pull the dress away. "Close your eyes." He ordered. He delivered a short stinging slap to my ass when I didn't immediately comply, so I shut them quickly.