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I stepped off the bus, pulling my jacket closer to my body than it already was. I walked into the apartment building and pushed the level 3 button on the elevator. I stepped out and walked towards his apartment, number 318.

A boy with purple pastel hair was standing across from Harry's apartment, trying to fit the keys into his door.

He began to mumble profanities under his breath. I walked over to him.

"Mind if I help?"

"Go right ahead. Damn thing never works" He mumbles the last part.

I jiggle the key around in the lock, turning it to the left. I slowly tried opening the door, and to his surprised it worked.

"Wow. Thanks for the help. How'd you know how to do this?"

"I, uh...lived here before" I lied.

I knew how these doors worked from going to Harry's all the time, so much that it almost seemed that I did live with him.

"Oh. Well thanks again." He paused for a moment before shutting the door completely.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

"Um...no, thanks. I just had a huge lunch."

"Alright. Nice meeting you."

With that he shut the door. I suddenly felt two strong hands grab hold of my waist and pull me into another room.

I yelped, being startled from what just happened. The room was pitch black, only a sliver of light shining through the shades that were drawn over the windows. The door was slammed shut, I crawled back until I felt what seemed to be the back of a couch.

"Niall...come out babe, where'd you go? I just wanna talk" he laughed in a sinister matter.

The lights flickered on, only to find him standing over me. Harry was about three inches taller than me, long brown curly hair, green eyes, only full of lust and hatred. He smirked at me.

"What's the matter, pretty boy? Didn't you miss me?"

He grabs me by my feet and pulls me into his bedroom, pinning me to the bed. He was about twice as strong as me, so I couldn't get out of his grip.

"Let's make this more interesting than the last time, shall we?"

He ripped off my pants in one swift motion, leaving me with my hoodie and boxers on. He leaned in and kissed my neck roughly, surely leaving hickeys here and there. I whimpered, causing him to chuckle.

"What's the matter...somebody want it a little more rough, hmm?"

He laughed and ripped off my hoodie and shirt, leaving just my boxers. He straddles me as he takes off his shirt and pants, connecting our lips together as he slips his tongue into my mouth. He then pulled off his boxers along with mine, a smirk appearing across his face.

"I've missed doing this with you, babe."

He takes my (you know what) and rubs it up and down really fast.

I moan loudly as he does it until I reach my climax.

"Wow" he breathed, chuckling.

He continues to leave numerous hickeys on my neck as I whimper, wanting him to stop.

I didn't want this from him, being violated. This is all that he would ever do to me, sometimes even worse than this.

All I wanted to do was go back with Zayn and watch Futball with him.

But I lied.

I lied to him telling him I had to go, when I could of just stayed with him and enjoy his company.

Soon it was all over, Harry sleeping on top of me, both of us naked. I tried to slide out from underneath him, but all he did was grip on to me tighter. I yelped, him grabbing hold of my wrists. With all my might I punched him square in the face, grabbing my clothes and running while trying to put them on, not daring to look back.

A/N

Kinda short I'm sorry bout dat

And yeah,

So vas happenin, eh?

I don't even know anymore mmk