Penelope (Harry styles/ Dark)

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Penelope's POV

I woke up guessing that I fell asleep while I sat waiting for Harry to come in. I sat up wiping the tiredness from my eyes feeling weak due to having no water of food in my stomach. As I was doing that, Harry came upstairs into "my room" with a stern look.

"Get up, there are rules around here.", he told me sternly. "Rule number one: don't ever disrespect or use a tone with me that I feel is uncomfortable to use with me." I looked at him not really caring what he had to say because I was weak and tired from lack of hydration and he obviously didn't see that or he did but just didn't care of my health or well being.

"Rule number two: don't ever interrupt me while I'm talking to you." He added on. I was trying to sit up but I couldn't die to lack of energy. "Can I please have water, please?" I was so thirsty I just had to ask. "Did you just interrupt me while I was reading you the rules?" He asked with a small frown on his face with an angered expression.

I was getting dizzy, and just as I was about to fall over, he caught me. "Pull yourself together, what the fuck are you doing? Do you have health problems because I cannot have that around he-" I cut him off. "I just need water, I haven't had anything to eat or drink all day." I told him in a raspy voice. I didn't even know what time it was. " you're coming with me, I know your father's tricks and I'm not leaving you ever alone by yourself"he stated. "My father never taught me anything, but to never disrespect him or it would be another smack to the face. Now can I please get my water?" I told him really wanting to get my water not really too scared of him for talking back.

He slammed me into the wall that was outside of my room making me wince and even more weak. "Look here bitch, I don't fucking care what you want. You're on my time, this is my fucking house, you do whatever I say. Do you understand me?!" He screamed in my face making me feel small and defeated. I went with my gut instinct. "Yes sir." My voice sounded small as tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. And now I'm back to being scared of him again.

We began to walk again, me walking limped, we were down the stairs on our last step when I saw 3 other guys and the "Niall" guy that took me to my room and told me to wait for Harry. I was nervous as Harry took me to the kitchen, dragging me by my forearm like I was a dog. They all whistled at me besides Niall. He just stood there with a stern look on his face. Harry told them to stop before he would shoot them in their head which they stopped immediately.

He sat me down where there were chairs by the kitchen table. "Don't you dare move from your spot." He told me, even though I was too weak to even try to walk by myself. I watched him get a cup from the cupboard with a emotionless face and pour the water from a container into a cup. I realized that all of the times that I've seen Harry he would be emotionless or just have an angered expression on his face. It's like he was made out of a ball of fire ready to explode anytime.

He put the cup on the table and told me to hurry up and drink it before we got back to the rules. This place is going to be hell for me.