The Pretty Girls (Harry Styles Fiction)

CHAPTER 6

Day 8

Today was the day I was supposed to have sex with Harry.
I could barely sleep last night.

I can't deny that I thought the idea intriguing, Harry was a gorgeous boy, but under the circumstances thinking of doing the nasty with Harry made me want to throw up.

Honey had visited me a few minutes ago, she dropped off a cup of tea and toast and showed me which outfit I had to wear. I could barely eat or drink, my throat felt dry and my tummy was turning.

This was going to happen sooner or later, I might as well get it over and done with...

I changed into black and pink lace underwear and tugged a silk night dress over myself. I brushed my knotty hair and Honey came in again to apply my make up. She always did it over the top. My eyeshadow was sparkly red, my lips a deep pink and she put fake eyelashes in and about a thousand layers of foundation.
I looked like a fucking bimbo.

Honey directed me in the direction towards Harry's room. I had to walk up a spiral of marble stairs that took me out of the basement and lead me into a rather large mansion. I then walked up a few more marble steps and then I ended up in front of a white door which led into his bedroom.

I hadn't even knocked once and I heard Harry say from inside of the room "Come in, Sugar" I swallowed nervously and entered the room.

Harry's room was elegant, he had a king sized bed covered in pillows and blankets. A window on the left side of his wall and a door leading into an on suite bathroom. His floors were a dark, chocolate brown carpet.

He smiled as soon as our eyes made contact. Then he looked me up and down and licked his lips.

I had never felt so frightened before. I was about to have sex for the first time with someone I barely knew against my will.

"Join me" Harry said with a grin, patting the spot next to him and pouring a glass of whiskey.

I awkwardly took a seat next to him on his bed. He sipped the whiskey intently whilst looking me up and down.

"You are something" he mumbled, moving my hair behind my shoulders and stroking the side of my face.

I didn't reply.

"I know you don't want to do this" he said, sounding frustrated.
I didn't say anything.
"Sugar! God damn! Speak to me!" He yelled and dropped his glass in frustration, sending splinters of glass to fly around the floor at our feet.

I had never felt so frightened.
I had never felt so angry.
I was suddenly very pissed off. Harry had kidnaped me from my home, renamed me with some bimbo name and was about to force me to have sex with him.

"You're right, Harry. I don't want to do this. I don't want to live underground in a basement with no privacy. I don't want men to force themselves upon me and I really don't want to be forced to force myself upon them. I don't want you to call me Sugar and I don't want to have sex for the first time with a man so sinister!"

Harry stayed silent after my outburst.
I regretted it immediately.
I couldn't imagine what he was going to do next. Was he going to hit me? Shout at me? Rape me?....

Harry remain silent. He was looking at me, his brows were furrowed as if he was contemplating something.

"This is your life now, Wendy" he said after a while.
He had called me Wendy. That was the first time he had called me by my name.

"Does it have to be?" I croaked, tears were starting to build and I could feel my throat choking up.

Harry looked at me with an unfamiliar gaze, I had never seen.
We stared at each other for nearly five minutes.

"Yes" he replied silently. Then broke our eye contact and shifted his gaze towards the floor and broken glass.

"I don't understand!" I yelled. I was crying now.

"What don't you understand!" He replied in a yell which was far louder than mine.

"Why I have to be here, I have done nothing wrong! I don't deserve this!" I was crying a lot now.

"Do you think the rest of the girls deserve this?!" he yelled once more.

"No one deserves this" I said in a soft voice. My tears drowning the harshness from my tone.

Harry stared at me and then he did something very unexpected, he put his arm around me. He held me and I let him. He kissed my head and for the first time in 8 days I felt safe. I felt safe in the arms of the man whom had introduced me to all of my fears.