The Game

Seventy-one

Lauren, it's me Harry.
You're about to find out what it really means to piss me the fuck off.
Scared? You will be.
All my love darling

I'm not sure if I've stopped breathing, I'm not sure if I've actually pissed myself out of fear. I look at the door which is closed, it's silent not a sound in the house and that is the scariest thing. The silence.

I can't run, I can't hide. Do I stay here and wait for him to come in and cause me so much pain.

I drop the sound box on the bed and drag my bed into the middle of room. I walk over to my drawers and pull but find out it's stuck to the wall.. Of course it is. I pace up and down working myself up into a panic, I allow my breathing to become rapid and I'm quickly struggling to take long deep breathes.

The tears already making my eyes swollen and sore, he's not even done anything yet. The only saving Grace is I know he won't kill me.. Or will he? Grace is my protection here or does that not mean anything to him now?

It's like Harry is teasing me, it's been an hour now and he's still not walked into my room. By now I'm balled up in the corner of my room, absolutely petrified for my life. This waiting is only adding to the torture and he knows that. He knows what he's doing to me.

After a further twenty minutes since hearing him on the sound box I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart is beating out my chest, so much so I pretty sure you'd be able to see it from the outside.

I still myself and wait as the door handle is slowly pulled down, does he have to do everything so fucking slowly it's killing me. I push myself against the wall as the door creaks open and I see his long leg stride into the room. I don't look at him, I can't I'll break. He stands there not saying anything, watching me and I'm sure the state I'm in brings him pleasure.

"Oh dear Lauren" he tuts.

I raise my head, "I'm s-sorry Harry" I gasp within breathes.

"I don't think you are" He closes the door and leans up against it.

"No I am, I really am. I should of told you when I found it. Please don't do anything to me. I really am sorry" I tremble under his gaze which is burning right through me.

"If you think I'm not going to act on this betrayal you obviously don't know me" He shifts his weight.

"Move" he opens the door and gestures I follow him out. I can't, I can't move I'm frozen in the corner. I'm so fucking scared, the most scared I've ever been and Harry being so calm is only adding to my fear.

"I - I can't, I'm scared Harry" I cry.

"Good. You should be scared. As you know I can be a very scary man but I assure you, you've not seen the worse of me yet. You will if you don't get the fuck up and come with me" He takes a step towards me and I stand quickly shaking.

We are standing either side of my double bed and the reason I dragged it into the middle of the room is about to work in my favour.

"Come on Princess" He takes a step around the bed.

I go the opposite direction, "No" I pant.

"Lauren" He tilts his head to the side and gives me a disproved look.

"You are only making this hard for yourself" he smiles as he takes another step around the bed and again I take another in the opposite direction.

He tips his head back and sighs, "OK I need your help" he shouts in the direction of the door. Louis and Liam walk in as if they've been standing outside the whole time.