The Game

Nineteen.

Harry's POV

She stands there staring into space, I push her forward getting her attention "go on, you heard me" I nod towards the knife she's holding ever so tightly in her hand.

The tears start falling rapidly down her face, does all this girl ever do is cry? She looks up at Zara who is shaking, begging and pleading with us all not to do this. This shit here, this is what gets my blood pumping.

"Shut up Zara" Louis jolts her back, making her stumble.

"I-I can't" Lauren whimpers.

I knew she wouldn't, I can't believe she lied to me. After everything I said to her. How I love her and can make everything right she lies to me, to my fucking face too.

"Why did you lie?" I ask her

"Be- because I thought you might let me go. I don't know I just- please don't make me do this" she try's to hand the knife back to me but I hold my hands up. To be fair it would of been the best opportunity to fucking stab me. But the dumb bitch didn't.

"Well you've really fucked it up for yourself now haven't you" I nod giving her a sympathetic smile.

She slowly nods, then she does something that surprises me and turns the knife on to her.

"I'll kill myself! I'll do it. I don't want to be here. I'll fucking end it myself" she looks up at me. I don't know if she's waiting for me to beg she doesn't or not but that isn't going to happen. And I also know she wont kill herself she's pathetic and weak.

"Go on then" I challenge her.

"Lauren don't! Don't do this! Please don't leave me here" Zara begs her. She struggles to get out of Louis and Liam's grip but she has no chance.

I raise my eyebrow at her waiting patiently for her to actually push that knife into her. I even look down at my wrist and pretend to look at the time tapping my foot.

She looks at me obviously wanting some kind of reaction when I don't seem to care for her life she drops the knife and lets out a murderous scream and falls to the floor.

"Weak bitch" I bend down to her and grab her hair making her look at me.

"Don't test me, I may love you, fuck I may even care for you but don't pull shit stunts like that again. Everyone is replaceable princess" I pull her up by her hair watching her fall apart.

I pick the knife up and hand it back to her making her hand wrap around the handle.

"Now because you lied this is what happens. Again you have yourself to blame for this. Because of you Zara is to suffer again. When will you just stop and be a good girl" I step away and watch her mind spinning into overdrive.

Lauren's POV

I start breathing fast, not being able to control myself. I just nearly killed myself but I am so fucking weak I couldn't do it. Also I couldn't leave Zara behind.

I'm confused by the way I'm feeling at the fact Harry didn't seem to care. I wanted him to stop me to say something. I don't know what and I don't know why I would think that when he obviously doesn't care. He says he does but that-this isn't the reaction of someone who cares.

I look up at Zara who is silently begging me, what am I meant to do? What happens if I don't stab her, will they kill her? Abuse her? I can't be the reason for that. I've let this girl down so many times before, maybe I should start behaving and not trying every little opportunity I have to rid myself of this place. But would I ever forgive myself if I didn't try, didn't fight.

I start hyperventilating as I know soon enough my time will be up and they'll either hurt me or Zara.

"Fuck! Please! I can't fucking do this" I scream gripping onto the knife.

Why didn't I just stab Harry when he was right in front of me? He's a fucking evil monster yet when he's standing in front of me I can't help but clear my head of Harry Styles from one direction the loveable; cheeky, god damn sexy lad I desperately fancied. I couldn't kill him, I know I couldn't.

"Lauren you have less than two minutes to do as I've asked for you'll both suffer the consequences" he snaps his head at me, then walks over to Zara.

Her eyes widen as he reaches into her leggings, she starts shaking her head.

"Nooo! Harry just stop please" I cry as I watch Zara face screw up while Harry's fingers move around her sex. Her screams pierce my ears and I try to cover them. I don't want to hear the hurt I've caused.

"I don't think so sweetheart" Niall pulls my hands down so I have no choice to hear her.

This is fucking torture, it's not right. I sometimes think maybe I'm in a dream or more a nightmare.

"Trust me, I can do a lot of damage Lauren" Harry pulls his fingers out of Zara's leggings.

What he does next shocks me, makes me feel physically sick.

He brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly closes his mouth around his fingers sucking on them. He watches me as he pulls them out and smirks "Louis" he turns to him "have you been in Zara this morning?" He says as he licks his lips.

Louis smiles "yeah we had a lovely time, didn't we love?" He nudges Zara who's head is hanging low and she shudders as Louis reminds her of whatever happened this morning.

"You're all fucking sick. All of you!" I shout, then feel a slap around the back of my head from Niall.

Harry walks over to me and grabs me by the arm forcing me closer to Zara.

"You need to take your punishment, if you don't I can't promise Zara will leave this house alive. Her death will be on you and I'll make sure I'll remind you every second of every fucking day" he lifts my hand up which is holding the knife.

I look at Zara she looks dead all ready, no life in her eyes or limp body. Would I be doing her a favour if I didn't stab her and let them kill her? Would they do it quickly or a slow painful death?

I'm running over the options in my head to stab or not to stab that is the question.

"One minute" Harry whispers into my ear.

Maybe I could stab her leg or something, nothing to bad that will kill her. I can't believe I'm thinking of doing this! Stabbing my friend. My breathing becomes rapid again.

"Twenty seconds" I hear Harry's voice.

My heads spinning, my heart is about to pop out of my chest. I look at Zara who is now looking at me only because Liam is forcing her to face me.

"I'm sorry" I whisper as I launch my arm holding the knife towards her. I close my eyes I can't watch.

I hear her scream ringing in my ears, it's so loud. Deafening. What have I done?

I drop to the floor, dropping the knife next to me and hold my head in my hands. I cry uncontrollably, I glance to the knife which has her blood on it.

"Oh my god" I cry.

"Fuck!" Louis shouts

"She actually done it!" Niall laughs.

"Fucking hell. She fucking stabbed her. She fucking stabbed her!" Harry laughs I can see his feet jumping up and down.

Wait, what!

Was this a game? Were they actually not expecting me to do this? And I've done it for no reason?