bella [harry styles] a.u

Chapter 16

I decided to post the last 3 chapters today so, enjoy!

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AnnaBelle

"Let's take this upstairs."

It was obvious I was getting my hopes up to an ultimate extreme, for when Harry tried to kiss me after dinner while we watched some educational film on cows and where our milk comes from, I barely squirmed beneath him. My mind was far too preoccupied with my possible chance of escaping and whether or not my plan worked out.

To say the least, it was absolutely nerve-wracking.

"Come on." Harry continued to whisper with a grin, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, and arms around his neck as he brought me from beneath him on the couch to clinging to his body so I wouldn't fall as he stood up.

I knew I should've been more careful around Harry, for if anything were to happen, it'd be a shame if I got rescued directly afterwards.

Harry placed me down onto his bed when we reached his room and seemed entirely pleased at the sight of me not struggling. I was too focused on other thoughts to realize what was happening, although I knew none of this was entirely good.

For some reason, Harry decided to pull his shirt over his head and unzipped his jeans with giddy, pulling them down his legs before climbing over me in only his boxers.

"I've waited for you for so long." Harry lowered his head to the crook of my neck, pressing his lips against the skin as his hair brushed itself against the side of my face. "I, I can't take it anymore." Harry held onto me by my waist, his grip tight and needy, like he was afraid to let me go.

"What are you doing?" I asked him with innocence, for my mind was far too preoccupied to realize what was going on and to ask anything else.

"Shh," Harry urged me to be quiet, pressing small and slow kisses to the corner of my neck as he pressed his almost bare body to mine. "Relax, Bella."

I was going to get help, though, and that's all I actually wanted to think about. When I escaped, Harry would get arrested and thrown in jail for life for murder and kidnapping, sexual assault, everything. I would finally be free. I could go back to college, work, everything my life once was and be happy, well as happy as I get, again. I could forget about Bella, Gemma, Harry, even the damn pizza boy who would - hopefully - save me.

"I'll be gentle, baby, I don't want to cause you harm." I was so distracted that I didn't realize that I was practically half naked beneath Harry. I was only in the lingerie I was constantly forced to wear under all of my other clothes, Harry also practically naked above me.

"Wha-What are you doing?" I asked again, this time with more fright and confusion in my voice. "Please don't do this."

Harry's hand was grazing the inside of my thigh, it being large enough for his palm to begin towards the middle of my thigh and for his fingertips to graze me in an area that I didn't want to be grazed in.

"It won't hurt, I'll be gentle." Harry rephrased himself, sincerity in his voice as he looked at me with a soft expression. I was a virgin - yes - but that didn't mean Harry being gentle would instantly solve all of my problems.

This was rape.

"P-Please don't touch me." I was beginning to instantly regret ever not paying attention to any of Harry's actions. I was getting too cocky, too confident that someone was going to save me, where in reality, odds were that if I were going to get saved, it would've happened already.

Harry pressed his lips against my mouth to silence me as I brought my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away. He was noticeably fit, his body in shape and his chest hard beneath my palms, but that wasn't changing anything.

It was undeniable that Harry was an attractive guy, and sure, maybe if he were a bit less psychotic I could actually see myself liking him, because he wasn't filthy and he had manners along with a charming smile. But, we were in totally different circumstances. Maybe if he would've approached me on the street instead of breaking into my bedroom at night and forcing himself to sleep in the same bed as me, we could've gone out for tea, or something, but there was no longer any hope for that.

When me pushing against Harry's chest seemed to make no difference, I leaned my head forward and tried to bite his lip as a sign of struggled, although Harry took it totally differently, a grin stretching across his face at my sudden action as he pulled away slightly to speak, his lip releasing itself from between my teeth.

"Hm." Harry hummed, surprising me before digging his lips further against mine, kissing me repetitively in a somewhat passionate manner.

His hand left my thigh, much to my relief, and his lips left mine, surprising me even more. Harry stared at me, seeming to be mentally contemplating something as I awkwardly laid below him, knowing deep down that his intentions weren't good and for the best on my end.

Harry straddled my waist, his knees on either side of me as I sat up ever so slowly, trying to get away from him.

I sat in shock when Harry collected my hair onto one shoulder and leaned forward, his strong neck in my line of sight as he reached behind my back. I realized what Harry was doing far too late when my bra was suddenly removed and I was left bare to his prying eyes.

"S-Stop." I tried to get my bra out of Harry's hands and cover myself up all at once, finding it nearly impossible.

"Shh," Harry tried to comfort me, dropping the bra I once used to cover myself up onto the ground where it seemed to suddenly disappear. "You're safe, baby."

I shook my head out of fear, having to stop myself from completely sobbing in front of Harry. My arms were covering my chest securely, watching as Harry's features contorted into disappointment.

"Well, don't do tha-" Harry was suddenly cut off when the doorbell to his house rang, the noise erupting throughout the large house as I jumped against the headboard in fear. "Shh, calm down." Harry tried to urge me although he contradicted his words when he ran towards the window of his home.

I instantly leaned over the bed to get the bra that was discarded all too suddenly. Putting it back on, I watched as Harry began to pace around his bedroom in only his boxers, running his hands through his hair.

"Fuck, they can't take you, baby, you're all mine!" Harry cried out, stalking his way towards me just as the doorbell rang again. "We, we'll have to make this quick." Harry tried to reassure me with an obviously fake and unsure smile, wrapping his arms around my torso as he pulled me close to his bare and warm chest, something that seemed almost comforting for the moment.

"H-Harry, what's going on?" I wanted to know, moving in Harry's grasp as he repetitively kissed the top of my head. I was confused when he pulled away from me all too quickly, not that I entirely minded, and watching as his fingers fumbled with the waistband of his boxers.

"I, I have to do this, Bella." Harry insisted, pulling down his boxers, only causing me to look away and avoid him altogether. I scooted farther and farther away from Harry, stumbling backwards before reaching the head of the bed once again.

I squeezed my eyes closed as tightly as possible as I could feel Harry's body lingering over mine, his hands suddenly on my hips, his fingers grasping the material of the underwear I wore.

"It, it wasn't suppose to be like this!" Harry cried out, swiftly pulling my underwear down as I couldn't open my eyes for I knew that if I did, I would see something that I didn't want to see.

I was holding my breath, waiting for the pain, something to come. I could feel Harry lowering his body to meet mine and his lips pressed firmly against the skin of my neck the second I could feel his tip brushing against me, the feeling causing me to jolt back.

"Shh, shh, love." Harry insisted, just as a loud crashing occurred downstairs. I wasn't all too surprised when Harry ignored the noise and continued to slowly pump himself inside of me, his hands remaining on my waist as tears leaked out of my closed eyes. "I want you to enjoy this."

In a span of seconds, everything seemed to stop, disappear, as I grew light headed from holding my breath and Harry was no longer touching me. Shouting and cries were faintly heard as a soft material was pulled over my body, and there was no longer anything to cry about on my end.

I was saved.

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