The Neighbor // H.S

Chapter Seventeen

Harry's POV

I woke up to the cold sting of water being poured on me. I gasped for air as the water ran into my mouth and nose. There was a bright light that was shining right on me. I squinted my eyes and tried to make out where I was.  My head was pounding with pain. I tried to reach up and feel for a bump, but my hands were retrained. 

It was then that I realized that I was tied to a metal chair. I started to panic and pulled at the rope that was keeping me grounded. I looked around the room frantically. The walls were all grey and there was not a single window in view. The last thing I remembered was coming home.

"Help me! Some one help!" I cried out as I still tried to free myself.

A door started to crack open and I thought maybe it would be help. I was sadly mistaken when in walked the girl from Dublin. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, and a white top. Her black motorcycle boots clinked on thee concrete floor with every step she took.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I questioned. I was still squirming in my seat trying to free myself.

"I'm here on business." She said as she walked over to me. 

She stared down at me and bit her lip. Slowly, her hands fell to my thighs. She was now eye level with me. Her dark brown orbs peering straight into my green ones. Taking here time, she moved her hands higher up my thighs. They stopped dangerously close to my groin. I tensed up and looked away from her gaze for a second.

"Where is my girlfriend?" I growled through my teeth. 

"Oh, she is very near Styles. In fact, I have a video message from her to you." she smirked before she stood up from her position.

I watched as she walked over to a corner and rolled out a projector. She directed it towards the wall in front of me. Then she connected her phone before she turned it on.My eyes went wide as I watched a man run his hands all over Chelsea's body.Her hands were chained to our bed posts. She let out soft whimpers as he moved closer and closer to her center.

He slowly pulled her panties back, exposing her heat to the camera. He cooed at her in awe. I started to hear her sniffling. She was crying. A tear started to roll down my cheek as I heard her pain. I wished more than anything that I would have never left for tour.

"Do you like that princess?" The male spoke up as he circled her clit with his fingers.

"Please, don't do this to me." She begged, her voice cracking at the end.

The man ignored her requested and jammed two of his fingers into her heat. She yelped a little as he roughly fingered her. She stayed still as he grunted sexual profanities under his breath. He unzipped he pants and pulled out his very erect penis. With no remorse, he started to jerk himself, his rhythm matching the rhythm he had set with his fingers in Chelsea.

"You're going to feel so good baby once I get inside you. I'll make you scream louder than Harry every did." the man said as he stood up from the place he was in.

He took a hold of his length and started to position himself in front of her opening. I couldn't believe he was about to rape her. She screamed out as he jammed himself inside of her. My head fell and I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch this. 

"Turn the tape off." I mumbled as tears started to stream down my face.

The girl ignored me. She laughed as Chelsea cried every time the man pumped himself into her. I was growing angry at that point. 

"I said turn the goddamn tape off!" I yelled, this time stomping my foot.

The girl flinched a little bit. She went to turn the tape off but a man walked through the door. When I looked up, I almost lost my shit. It was Mr. Johnson. He was in a pair of jeans and a flannel t-shirt. He smiled at me before he walked over to the girl. He kissed her on the cheek.