Direct {Harry Styles}

27

I'm sorry this took so long, but I was rereading the book and there were many mistakes and a lot of parts didn't make sense so I went back and rewrote a lot of chapters. For starters I went back and I didn't have luke die and I made Allie run away instead of Jake letting her go.

Luke's an important character and I didn't think his death was necessary considering his future in my book.

Just wanted to let the long term readers know in case this chapter didn't make much sense.

One week later.

"Allison!" I hear Cameron yell and I hurry into the living room. I bend over and gather my dark hair into a messy bun.

"Yeah?"

"Can you grab me a beer?" He asks and I hurry back with it. I pop open the bottle for him, taking a sip for myself. I place it in his hands and while walking away he hits my ass. I stutter step, but keep myself together before I do something I'll regret.

I pass the mirror and I examine my bruises. The dark marks run along my jaw and the bottom of my neck. I don't know how much longer I can keep fighting Cameron. Sooner or later he's going to want me for something more than beer runs and a chef.

I take a seat on the bar stool and examine the scar above my ankle. I just started walking two days ago by myself and I can't walk a lot before it starts to hurt. I've had everyone carry me up the stairs recently because I can't do it alone and I feel bad for putting it on everyone else. Cameron and Carter have been helping me most.

I open the oven and pull out the chicken I made for six. Cameron sent Aaron, Taylor, Shawn, and Jack back to his main home. I didn't ask questions and I won't.

"Dinner's done!" I yell and everyone runs in. Cameron and Matt make it to the table first and grab plates for themselves. Cam kisses my cheek and carter and Hayes come to the table as well, followed by Nash and Gills. "Enjoy," I smile and walk for the door.

"You're not going to eat?" Matt questions, cutting a piece of chicken for himself.

"No, I'm not hungry. I've been eating all day anyways," I take each step carefully as I go up the stairs and praise myself when I make it to the top. I haven't walked up those stairs since I got here.

Pushing open the double doors and closing them behind me, I take off my dirty shirt from a day of cooking and cleaning. I look at my body in the floor to ceiling mirror and grimace at the sight of my bones shining through my skin. It's not like I'm starving myself, I'm simply not hungry.

Grabbing a towel and Cams Ipod, I turn on the water. Steam fills the room and I settle my honey body into the burning water. My brown hair is starting to fade from the dye getting washed off and my blonde roots are starting to show, I'll ask Cameron to buy me more dye later.

My mind starts to wander and I flinch when I think of last night.

Cameron's lips are rough against mine and he pushes me on the bed. "Cameron," I say lightly but he continues his soft attack on my body. "Cameron," I say again and he chooses to ignore me. His fingers slide under my shirt and up my stomach towards my bra and I grab his hand.

"Stop," I say calmly.

"I think you're forgetting who I am and who you are," he says with a light chuckle. "I am Cameron Dallas. I own the second most successful gang in the United Kingdom behind your fathers, who doesn't even care who you are. I own you and everyone in this house, if I want to do this," he says ripping my shirt open, "then I will. If I want to do this," he hits me across the face and I gasp, "then I will. I can do whatever I want."