The Game

Eighteen.

                   Lauren's POV

I slowly wake to the sounds of someone moving around the room, I open my eyes and glance over to the corner of the room where Harry is getting dressed in his normal plain back jeans and a white t shirt.

I sit up and pull the covers closer to me when I remember I'm naked. I peak under the covers and double check the tattoo is there and it just wasn't a horrible dream.

"Go and have a shower" Harry barks at me from the other side of the room.

"Pass me my clothes" I gesture towards them on the floor next to him.

"No" he snaps.

I'm not walking out of here naked and I really do want a shower. I pull the covers from the bed and stand up covering myself. I look over to Harry who is leaning against the tall chest of drawers watching me amused.

As I reach the door he rips the covers from around me. "I told you to never cover up around me" he smirks.

I use my hands to cover myself but I cant and keep my head down. I reach for the door and open it rushing towards the bathroom. Hoping I don't see any of the boys on my way. Once I'm in I quickly shut the door only for it to be blocked by Harry. Of course he'll be in here with me.

I scurry over to the shower and feel a little more safe behind the frosted glass. I turn the shower on and stand under the hot water. Washing away all the sins I close my eyes and rub the hot water over my body. When I open them I jump at the sight of Harry standing in front of me naked and hard. He eyes dark clouded with what I assume is lust.

"Open your legs princess" he grins.

My eyes widen I can't have this happening. I start shaking, the shower was always my safe place to wash away all the dirt from me. If anything happens in here this won't be that place anymore. I shake my head.

"Fuck off"

Harry launches towards me and slam my back against the cold tiled wall. Gripping my throat he squeezes tightly making me gasp for air. Lifting me up I stand on my tip toes trying to help the pressure on my throat.

"Do as I say! You only hurt yourself by disobeying me. It makes me angry. All I ever want is someone who is willing to be with me. It's ridiculous that no one does!" He slams me again against the wall and I let out a gasp as my head clashes with the hard wall.

"Listen to me. God damn it! Lauren" when I don't move he slaps me around the face and it fucking stings against my wet cheek.

"Do you understand" he screams in my face. Spit hitting me. I quickly nod just wanting the pressure to go. He lets go and I slip down the wall and start crying and gasping for air.

"Get up. You look pathetic" he sneers.

I slowly stand shaking and face him looking into his eyes for any sign of remorse. But it's clear there isn't any.

"Open your legs now" he pushes me against the wall.

I part my legs and expect to feel his hand down there but instead of that I feel the sharp glide of a razor. I look down and see Harry shaving my sex. I guess it is long now as I haven't shaven in a few weeks. The sight of him doing such a personal thing to me makes me feel sick. He carefully parts my lips and shaves in between my folds. I shake my head and beg for this to be over. This is so humiliating I keep my eyes close so I don't have to watch him.

"Turn around" he holds on to my hips as he says so and turns me around himself.

With my back to him he says "bend over" with a slap on my bum. My eyes widen at his command. I slowly bend over this is by far the most vulnerable position I've been in while I've been here. "Hands on the floor" I bend more until I can just about touch the floor with my finger tips. I can feel Harrys hand on my bum slowly rubbing my cheek "you have no idea what I could do to you in this position Lauren" he moans. I don't say anything I don't want to say the wrong thing.

I feel as his hand grabs hold of my bum and slowly pulls it to the side as he runs the razor down one side then the other. It lasted no more than two minutes but it felt like a life time. He tells me I can stand up so I do so and he washes me I stand there arms down by my side allowing him to just do it.

"Do you love me?" He questions and I look up at him. Not this again.

"No"

"Do you think you could learn to love me?"

"You can't learn to love someone. It's either there or not and right now it's definitely not there" I snap.

This earns me a slap around the face. Harry walks out the shower and wraps me up In a towel. He watches me as I dry myself and passes me some clothes. Underwear and plain tank top and leggings which seems to be the chosen entire here.

"How long am I going to be here for?" I ask as we walk down the stairs.

"I don't know. How long will it take for you to love me?" He turns around once we get to the bottom of the stairs.

Is he actually asking me this question, if so then if I say I do now will he let me go? He seems completely insane so I may as well try and if he believes me then more the fool he is.

"What if I love you now, would you let me go?" To be fair I did love Harry maybe not this version of him but at some point in time I can safely say he was the love of my love.

"You don't though do you?" He holds my hand and we walk towards the lounge room.

"Y-yes I do. I love you" I whisper not sure on what reaction this is going to earn me. Harry stops and turns to face me. Holding my face in his hands he says "tell me. Say I love you Harry"

"I love you harry" I repeat. I can taste the freedom.

"I promise I love you harry" he says

I repeat his words and look into his eyes. I hope this doesn't back fire.

"Is that so?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yes" I nod my head.

"Ok we shall see" he holds my hand and drags me towards the lounge room where the boys and Zara are hanging out.

He pulls me towards Zara who is sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. We stand in front of her and I am very confused. What's she got to do with loving Harry.

He walks over to the boys and says something while taking an object from Louis. They all walk over with Louis and Liam standing behind Zara. Before I know it they pull her up and hold her arms behind her back. I look to Harry who takes my hand and places a small knife into my palm. My eyes widen and I shake my head. What am I meant to fucking to with this?

"I don't like liars Lauren" he glares at me.

"If you love me. Prove it. Stab Zara" he smiles at me knowing full well I lied about the whole thing.