With Flecks of Gold

If my dad were here with me right now, maybe he would have helped me.

Maybe he would have stopped Harry.

But, then again, maybe not. After all, he left me alone all these years, I wouldn’t expect him to be here for me now, or, ever again for that matter.

I internally debated on whether I should try and stop him. Should I tell him off, or let it go?

Let it go.

After all, I’d been used before. Hell, I’d been used all my life. I was always just a toy. A tool.

I always tried to convince myself that I was strong, but when it came to standing up for myself, I guess I could never say no.

I can’t say no.

I can’t say no.

I can’t say no to you.

“You’re gonna have to speak up, gorgeous, I can’t hear you.” Harry leaned in and whispered into my ear as he began to tug on the zipper of my jeans.

Well then, I guess I had said that out loud.

I shook my head in response. There was no way I was going to say it again, even if I tried. I wasn’t functioning anymore.

“If you’re gonna say anything darlin’, it’s gonna have to be my name.” He threatened, tugging slightly at my pants. “And, you’re gonna have to say it loud.” I squeezed my eyes shut as he dropped to his knees. I wanted to block him out of my mind; I wanted to pretend this wasn’t happening. “In fact… You’re gonna scream it.”

Where the hell was Niall when you needed him?

He stuck his middle and index fingers into the loops of my jeans and balanced himself at my waistline, gently tugging my pants lower and lower until you could see the top of my panties peaking through my jeans.

Was this was violation felt like?

“Harry! What in the hell do ya’ think yar’ doin’, mate?” A voice boomed from somewhere else in the room.

My limp body slumped to the floor just as Niall stormed in and Harry released his grip on me to face him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Niall Horan?” Harry announced arrogantly, now completely turning his attention away from me. Perhaps this was my chance to make a move. But that was just the problem, I couldn’t move. I was still recovering from Harry’s aggressive handle on me, physically, and mentally.

“Harry, what on Earth has gotten into ya’?” Harry laughed darkly.

“It’s kill or be killed, Niall.” It was Niall’s turn to laugh at his absurdity.

Niall must have entered from somewhere else in the lab, had he heard Harry tormenting me through the door? Could he not get in? It seemed as if he had completely disappeared until now.

“Alright, mate, kill er’ be killed is one thing, but no one ever said rape er’ be raped. What in da’ world were you doin’ ta’ dat’ poor girl?”

Oh, so when I’m annoying you, I’m a little brat, but when I’m being raped, I’m a ‘poor girl’? Good to know.

“The answer to that question is simple, Niall.” Harry once again turned to face me. Here we go again. He hoisted me up and threw me over his shoulders. I let my arms dangle lifeless and my hair drape down over my eyes. “I’m punishing her.”

“She did nothin’ to ya’, Harry, now let her go or I’ll make ya’.” Niall threatened. I could feel adrenaline coursing through my blood. It was overflowing from the sweaty bodies around me.

Man, was it getting hard to breath in here.

“Would you really hit one of your very own mates, Niall?”

“Don’t be a dumb fuck, Harry. Ya’ already lost any sliver of respect dat’ I had left for ya’, Now let her go.”

I could feel the temperature and testosterone levels sky-rocketing by the second. It was only a matter of time.

Harry’s grip on me tightened. I’m guessing that means that he’s not going to let me go anytime soon.

“This isn’t who ya’ are, Harry…” Niall persuaded, holding his hands out in front of him and taking a cautious step forward.

“What in the hell do you know, Horan?” Harry snorted, once again tightening his grip and standing his ground. I winced as his large, rounded fingertips dug into the sides of my hips. There was going to be another bruise there later, for sure. The old ones hadn’t even faded away yet. This boy was going to be the death of me; I could feel it in my gut.

“I know ya’ well enough ta’ tell ya’ that da’ true Harry Styles would never hurt someone, or threaten their lives.” Niall continued to advance towards Harry. I grew more and more anxious by the second.

“That was the old Harry.” Harry declared proudly. “The new Harry is willing to make a couple sacrifices.”

“If by ‘a couple sacrifices’, ya’ mean recklessly destroy mankind, then yes. You’re right on target.” Neither I, nor Harry had the chance to process what Niall had just said before he landed a right hook straight for Harry’s jaw. I heard a crack as he released his grip on me, causing me to slam to the ground.

Time slowed down as I observed a trail of blood trickle down his swollen bottom lip. He dabbed the blood with his finger and brought it back up to his tongue before flashing a deadly smile in Niall’s direction.

I groaned as Niall scooped me up within milliseconds. He held me bridal style and I had just enough energy left in me to keep my head up, watching.

Harry leapt for Niall just as he had recovered from the blow, hoping to land the same move. Expecting this, Niall quickly and easily blocked it, swung another hit, then took the few crucial seconds that Harry was distracted to dash for an exit.

He took me in a direction that I assumed was from which he came. I couldn’t quite tell where we were on account of it was so dark. I heard angry footsteps not far behind us. The adrenalin kicked in again.

“Niall!” I panicked, pointing a shaky finger in Harry’s direction.

“I know, love, hang in there, stay strong.”

“I… can’t.” I heard Harry’s footsteps become louder and louder. I could nearly smell him behind us.

Niall gasped before lurching forward, tumbling to the ground and allowing me to fall with him. The force of his body on top of mine knocked the wind out of me. Everyone kept on dropping me, geez.

“You’re not going anywhere, you little fucker.” Harry spat at Niall before taking a hard blow to his face. Niall groaned and I, regaining somewhat of an ability to move and speak, screamed at Harry.

“You monster! Leave him be!” Harry didn’t even bother to make a snide remark to my comment as he continued to inflict hit after hit upon my poor Niall. He began to become less and less able to fight, as Harry refused to give him any time to recover form his hits.

“Harry, STOP!” I screamed until my voice cracked. Tears were staining my cheeks, it was unbearable to watch, but there was nothing I could do.

I used the last ounce of energy I had to brace my hands against the ground and slowly but surely, push myself to my feet. I knew that if I went too fast this attempt at standing up again would fail for sure.

Meanwhile, though, as I was taking my sweet time, Niall’s chances of winning this fight were running slim. I attempted to make a leap for Harry as he grabbed Niall by the collar and held him up, face-level.

Blood was dripping from his nose and mouth, there were gashes on his cheeks, and he had a throbbing black eye, at this point. Harry could really do some damage.

“You’re pathetic.” Harry spat, thrusting Niall’s body away from him and letting it slump to the ground.

My breath caught in my throat as his gaze once again locked on me. He stood up straight and walked over to where I had stopped dead in my tracks. He was approaching at a painfully slow pace. Just as I was about to fall again, Harry caught me by an arm.

“You’re coming with me, you little slut.”

***

I tugged at my chains. My wrists were growing raw and sore under the harsh metal of the cuffs. I whimpered as I glanced over to an unconscious Niall dangling next to me. I couldn’t imagine the amount of pain he was in right now.

I felt like I was in jail.

All of my limbs and appendages were throbbing with a sharp pain that I had to bear for however long I was going to be hanging off of a wall like this.

Harry, meanwhile, was ruffling through files and papers. I had nothing better to do but examine him as he concentrated on the written information before him.

I took a deep breath, my chest burned whenever I inhaled. I winced at the sensation. I took another sharp breath before speaking.

“What are you planning on doing with us anyway?” Harry looked over at me, un-amused before I caught him lightly smirking to himself.

“We’ll see.” He responded simply. Gee, thanks for the help, guy. I cringed as I surveyed the area around me. It was nothing like I had remembered the lab to look like. After all, I was there nearly every-day.

It lost all of its life and vibrancy. It used to be a happy environment. There was learning and discovery in the air. It was unavoidable, everywhere you turned there was something groundbreaking to be observed and discovered.

It was like someone turned off a switch and all the color was drained away. Almost like time froze and everything stopped.

The atmosphere was cold, tired, and rusty, almost sickly. It smelled of dust and old furniture. How could a place change so drastically over a course of just a few days?

I glanced over at Niall and worry contorted my features.

“Can you check to see if he’s okay?” I asked feebly, not wanting to start anything up with Harry. His expression, again, lacked emotion.

“His condition is none of my fucking concern.” He spat matter-of-factly. I glared at him. “Don’t give me that look, bitch, unless you want me to finish what I started in the other room.” He threatened. My heart skipped a beat at the drastic change in his tone of voice.

But for some reason, I continued pushing.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I questioned him, my voice laced with fake confidence. I gulped as he slammed his papers down on his desk and shot up from his seat.

“From now on,” He spoke to me as if I was a kindergartener. “I’m your fucking boss, you got that?”

Actually, no, I didn’t.

“He was your friend, you know.” Maybe guilt-tripping him would work. He simply scoffed at me and proceeded to sit back down at his desk. “Didn’t you guys have good times together, didn’t you care about each other?” I pressed. He ignored me. “I bet there was a time that you would kill the man who would even think of doing to Niall what you’re doing to him no—“

“Well that time is over!” Harry blasted. I jumped.

There was another few seconds of silence. Eerie silence. I hated feeling that in this building. Silence just added to the creepiness.

“Niall wouldn’t do this to you.” Don’t ask me why I kept talking. All I knew was that I had to get out of those chains, pronto.

“I swear to God if I hear one more word come out of that stupid mouth of yours, I will fuck you until your heart stops!”

Well, that shut me up.

If I was going to get out of here I needed a better plan then that, because apparently, Harry doesn’t feel sympathetic towards anyone.

Does he feel anything besides resentment?

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