Resistance → dark h.s.

Chapter 6

I woke up and there were audible screams. I was confused. I looked next to me and didn't see Oasis. I got scared. I jolted up and ran towards the screams, running down the dark hallway. My throat becaming clogged and unable scream her name out to find her. I didn't even know what time it was, or even if it was dark. I kept running towards her and I found myself in front of Niall's room, scared to know what was behind these closed doors. I tried to open the door, but the door didn't budge. It was locked and I didn't know how to get in. I ran back to the kitchen and got a butter knife and ran back to his room, shoving the knife between the door and the wall trying to push open the latch holding the door closed. I kept jiggling it until it came open. I busted in and Niall was in a druken state, and Oasis was laying, trapped underneath him with no pants on. That was when I realized that Niall was also pantless and was trying to rape Oasis. "Please stop, please." Niall grunted, "No, you're my bitch now. I will do what I want with you." loud sobs emitted from her throat, making it sound like she was gurgling. "What the hell Niall! Get off her!" I ran towards him, tackling him to the floor, knocking him off the bed and onto the floor. He seemed to have fallen into a deep unconciousness. I ran to aid Oasis in her unstable state. "Did he enter?" I questioned. Asking her the uncomfortable question. "No, but he almost did. But I was crying too much for him to get the chance." I nodded. "Are you OK though? Like, are you stable?" she nodded. "It was traumatizing but it's not like he got the chance to actaully rape me." I nodded. I heard Nialls front door open and I knew it was Harry. "Hurry put pants on and follow along." I barely got the words out before I could hear Harry's voice bellow through the halls. Oasis got her pants on just in time before Harry walked in. "What the hell happened to Niall?" he questioned, staring hard at my face, his becoming emotionless. "I dont know. We fell asleep and woke up to him falling on the floor. We came in here and he was lying there." I lied, smoothly might I add. "Well, OK. Come on Mercy. We have things to do."

We arrived back at Harry's and he went to his couch and sat down. Liquor bottles scattered the room and his breath indicated that he had been drinking, and I was scared for myself and what might happen to me. "So what do you want to do?" he asked. A small smile playing at his lips. I was confused. "Uh, I don't know." he brought on a thinking face. "How about we watch a movie." he stood and went towards the entertainment center, scanning through the options. "Does a scary movie sound good?" I nodded, lying. I hated horror films. The images usually racked through my imagination. Also noticing that I was in a continuous lying state. I sighed, not ready for his druken desicions. He looked at me and smile, dimples emitted and my heat started racing. I didnt know what was happening. "You ready?" He questioned, holding up the darkly themed movie cover. "Yeah." I answered, managing to speak any words at all. He chuckled, walking over to sit down on the couch right next to me. It was unnatural having him this close to me, it made me uncomfortable and I didn't know how to react to his newly discovered behavior. It was abnormal and I didn't know how to react to such things. "Are you ready?" He questioned me, almost in a challenging way. "Yeah, in the best way." He laughed. Laughed. Who the hell was this. This wasnt the Harry that I knew and hate.

The movie started and he never stated what movie it was, which scared me more than before. The loud music that came on during the introductory credits was just as intimidating. The title screen for Children of the Corn came on and I knew that I wasnt prepared for this movie. My mom absolutely hated this movie. I gulped and Harry seemed so intrigued by the movie. I took the moment to just gaze at his face. The way it contoured, the way his eyebrows furrowed when something was going on in the movie, and the way his dimples deepend when he smiled. But I couldnt think like this, he kidnapped me, for fucks sake. I turned to look at the TV and I jumped, screaming a little and grabbing Harry. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me. I jumped a little to the shockingly comforting touch. I looked at him and his eyebrows were furrowed in cincentration. He was just intoxicated. He didnt know what he was doing. Right? I yawned and cuddled up to him, getting sleepier by the second. I couldnt be tired though, I was just asleep 30 minutes ago. I let my eyes fall close and I drifted into slumber.

I had woken up before Harry, and I had looked at us, i was wrapped in his long arms and his head was on my shoulder, we were still on the couch but there was a fuzzy blanket on us. I realized that i was laying down against him. The TV was just a blue screen, I sat up and Harry hadn't budged. I sighed and tried to find a way to look at the time. I found a clock and it showed 8;30. I went to get a cup of water and two tablets of tylenol for Harry considering he would probobly have a hangover. I lifted my arms to strech and nearly gagged at the over whelming smell of body odor and I sacolded myself for not showering sooner, or even applying more deodarant. I put the water and medicine on the coffee table and went to shower, grabbing clothes and a towel. I started the water and removed all articles of clothing before jumping in. I stood underneath the scolding water and let it run over my body, sending chills across my skin. I hadnt heard the doors open until I felt someones skin against my back. I gasped and tunerd around, becoming face to face with beautiful jade irises. He smirked at me, leering over me. Tattoos scattered his body, covering his toned chest and abdomen, and I couldnt help but stare. "Like what you see?" he questioned. "I know I do." that smooth fucker. I was speechless. "You don't know what I want to do to you." I still couldnt speak, I was at a loss for words. "You dont know what you do to me." I turned around, not capable of looking at his face anymore. He pressed himself against me, and I could feel his erection poking at me. I shivered and tried to walk away, only to be pulled back. HIs arm wrapped around my waist, grabbing my breast. I sucked in a breath trying to decide if this was enjoyable or not. His fingers grazed into the valley of my breasts trailing down my stomach and started rubbing my thighs. 

He lightly ran his finger over my heated core, sending chills downmy spine. "This is what happens when you dont lock the door." his voice was almost a growl. He ran his fingers over my center, tempting me. It was like he was teaching me a lesson, which was exciting. He brought his fingers back up, rolling them over my most sensitive area. I let a light moan escape my lips, bucking my hips forward, wanting more. He chuckled, adding more pressure and applying more speed. I gasped at the pleasure. I hated myself for wanting more knowing this man was the most wanted man in the world. I felt close to my high, thighs shaking and hands trying to grasp anythning. I felt my hands snaking behind me, going to grab his length. Rubbing my thumb over the tip. He graoned and his fingers stopped, snaking down to my entrance, entering a finger. I moaned and started moving my wrist, my hand gliding over his penis giving him the returning pleasure. He inserted another finger, adding speed. At this moment, the fact he was a living criminal didnt matter. He was my mate. My speed intensified and I could feel him bucking his hips and his fingers getting slower. I moaned louder, indincating I was about to come. He nodded and I let go, reaching my high. I could feel his release just as it was being washed away by the water we were under. Moans were escaping our lips rapidly. He kissed along my neck and we washed eachothers bodies and hair, letting the blissfull moment sink into our skin.

We finished cleaning ourselves and he got out, wrapping a towel around his waist and leaving me there. I got out and dried my soaking body and putting on my clothes which was yoga pants and a t-shirt. I let my hair hang against my back and I brushed it, then brushed my teeth. I sat and thought about our moment and what was going to happen afterwards and how I felt about it. I loved it, but I dont know if I even have feelings for him, but just thinking about him sent butterflies flying through my stomach. The moment we had was blissfull and unforgetable, and I wasn't just going to leave it at being just a sexual intercourse, but I was still deciding what I did want it to be. I sighed and smiled at myself in the mirror, rubbing down the same trail he left burned into my body only moments ago, rubbing over the now dark red love bite. I just sat there, like an idiot, smiling. I knew what I wanted.