Harry Styles
Year 2023, Month August
Chicago, Illinois
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You’re kidding me, right? Zayn knows how important Parson is to me, and he’s over by the barn stripping her down and practically having a water party with her. I told him not to ever touch her unless she did something wrong and he had to punish her, but she hasn’t done anything wrong yet. Well… bringing that cynical bastard Louis Tomlinson up was not a good point for her. Now she’s going to work longer tomorrow than she did today because bringing him up… bad idea.

When I made it over to Zayn, I muttered, “What is going on here?” Even though I obviously knew what was going on, I didn’t want him looking at Parson the way he was, so I decided to put an end to this waterhose feud. Bullshit, that’s what it is. Zayn dropped the waterhose because of the look that I gave him and I took a step back when Parson picked it up. Zayn suddenly gave her the nickname Pars and I felt my blood curdling―it wasn’t jealousy… I don’t get jealous.

I bit my tongue when Parson sprayed Zayn with the water to keep from laughing and Zayn screamed at her, making me tense and I put my hands behind my back to prevent from strangling. I called Parson’s name and she sprayed me with the waterhose instead, instantly making infuriated and making me grab her tiny arm. I scolded her for spraying her and demanded that she put some damned clothes on so that I wouldn’t take the rest off, and she began to run to the house. I was debating whether or not to make Zayn go with her because I knew that something was going to happen between them, but I also knew that she would try to run away if she went alone so I gave Zayn a look, telling him to go with her.

When they made it to the back porch, I gritted my teeth when they smashed together, clearly head over heels for each other. I could tell by the way they were looking at each other. Then they ran into the house, hand in hand. You’re playing with a deadly fire, Zayn. I stormed up to the back porch and slammed open the door, hearing Parson’s giggles echo through the hallways as they walked to her room. I am not having this, I put Zayn on her guard for her to have protection, not for them to be acting this way. I stomped up the stairwell to Parson’s room, feeling ultimately ashamed that I was feeling jealous, even though I wasn’t jealous. I do not get jealous; women and men get jealous of me. I walked up to Parson’s door and heard Zayn talking to her, but I didn’t hear her talking. What were they doing in there? I thought about barging in and demanding Zayn go to hell, but I composed myself and knocked on the door of the room.

Parson answered it. Her eyes went wide at my appearance and a smirk crossed over my lips―I knew she was scared of me, she just chose to hide it. When I yelled at her the other night for bringing up that fool, I’m surprised she didn’t cry. Usually whenever I yell at women like that, they cry and try to run away. Parson pretends to be strong, but I know for fact that she isn’t. “H-Harry?” she questioned and I admired the way she said my name, but I obviously forgot to tell her that everyone is supposed to call me Mr. Styles. My men call me Styles, but only because I hate people calling me by my first name unless we’re very, very close, “D-Did you need something?”

“I need to talk to Zayn,” my voice came out in a rasp and she cleared her throat, scratching her arm and pointing towards the edge of the room, “Is there something going on that I need to know about, Diamond?”

“Um… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered, her eyes kept on moving back and forth from me to the end of the room. I pushed my way through the door and looked over to where she was ogling to see Zayn with his shirt off.

“Wha―” What the hell? “Will someone please care to explain what’s going on?” I have practiced to contain myself in worse cases like this, but this pissed me off entirely.

“It’s not what you look like Styles,” Zayn rushed up to me and I crossed my arms, “I just had wet clothes and I needed to change. I promise nothing happened, not yesterday, not today… nothing mysterious at all.” Parson hit Zayn’s shoulder and he glared at her, making me cross my arms. I was about to lose my patience. “Fine, if you’re going to be a bitch,” Zayn barked and I clenched my jaw to keep from strangling again, “Parson tried to escape this morning while we were on the first line of the garden. I whipped her for trying to escape and she told me not to tell you.”

My arms dropped to my sides and I felt my vision becoming red with anger. “You…” Calm down, you don’t have to lose it… you don’t have to fucking lose it… “You tried to escape?! After all that you have been warned about, you tried to fucking escape?!” I lost it.

“I-I’m sorry!” Parson yelled back at me as I inched closer to her.

“Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it, Parson!” I screamed at her, my throat became raw from my sudden outburst. My fists were tingling from the way I was squeezing them closed, and my whole body was becoming angry. I didn’t know what I was going to do with her, but I was far too enraged to think of anything at the moment. “Do you know what I do to the men and women who try to escape my House?!”

“Yes!” she snapped and I widened my eyes in anger at her sudden attitude and Zayn put his hand on my shoulder. “I am not scared of you!”

“You’re not fucking scared of me?!” I screamed and she shadowed where she stood. Gotcha.

“You won’t hurt me,” she muttered and I turned from her. I needed to calm down, I needed to step away from her before I killed her and Zayn with my bare fucking hands. I didn’t have to put up with this; I didn’t have to stand there and listen to her tell me what I will and will not do. That is on so many levels of bullshit that I can’t even count. I sprinted down the stairs and all the way to my bedroom. I just need to calm the hell down.

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“Styles! Styles!” Zayn came rushing to me as I walked through the hallway and I placed my hands behind my back. I was more calm and collected than I was hours ago, and I felt better after the long, cold shower that I took. It was time for dinner, and Parson was going to meet me in the lobby of the main entrance before dinner. “She did it again! She tried to escape!” I stopped in my tracks and looked at Zayn to make sure that I wasn’t just hearing things.

“Don’t start telling me lies again, Zayn,” I said as calmly as I could and he shook his head.

“I’m not bullshitting you,” he barked at me and I leaned towards him, “I’m sorry.”

“This little bitch doesn’t know when to quit,” I snapped before Zayn followed me down the grand staircase and into the lobby. I stood there and grabbed the gun from the chest against the wall and frowned when I saw all of the slaves and guards standing in the lobby. I haven’t gotten rid of a slave in a week, and there’s about eight slaves in here that I don’t particularly need… “Bring her to me, Zayn. Right now.” As I stood there and studied all of the slaves and men standing around me, I noticed that there were ten slaves, not eight. How perfect.

All of a sudden, I heard Parson screaming at Zayn and I forced a smile on my face to hide my anger. She doesn’t know that I know that she tried to escape again, so we’re going to keep it that way. If she tries to escape again after this warning that I am about to give her, I’m taking her to the goddamned basement where her dreams of leaving and going somewhere else will die.

“Let me go, Zayn!” she screamed and I chuckled, wondering why she wasn’t begging for him to take his clothes off again. I know for a fucking fact, that when I went up to her bedroom this morning, Zayn wasn’t just changing his clothes. I have security cameras in every single room, so I know what and when everything happens. Zayn threw Parson to the floor and I didn’t budge. If she wouldn’t had tried to leave again, then I would’ve been protective over that situation, but at the moment she’s being a huge pain in my ass and I am not going to take pity on her.

“Get up,” I demanded and she stood up. When I realized that there were bindings on her ankles and wrists, I smiled and chuckled, “Someone is being a bad girl.”

“Only because you’re a giant pain in my ass,” she snapped and I chuckled again. Funny, that’s exactly what you are to me.

“Don’t worry, Parson. Your punishment is going to arrive,” I told her and I watched her small chest slowly rise and fall as she took large breaths. I still wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to do to her, but I know that it’s going to be big, and she’s going to be afraid of me…

“I am not scared of you!” she yelled, spitting on the floor beside me and I took a deep breath. “You think I am simply terrified of you, but I am not scared of you. Whatsoever.”

I cleared my throat and looked around the room, my hearing turning to nothing in which the only thing that I heard was the loud breathing coming from Parson and my own angry breaths. “Very well,” I muttered before pulling out the gun that was in my coat pocket and pulling the trigger, hitting every single slave in between the eyes; every single slave that I had been meaning to get rid of. One by one, they all fell down, dead, and every time one of them fell, Parson let out a cry and looked at me like she was terrified―because she was terrified. I pointed the gun behind her and she began to shake; her whole body quaking as she shook her head. I pulled the trigger and she fell to her knees as if I had shot her, but the man I killed fell to the floor behind her and she began to cry. Though, she was trying to hide her tears. Don’t try to fool anyone, Diamond. You’re just a little girl with big feelings. You’re not strong at all.

I slowly walked up to her and she wiped her tears away with her shoulders, looking up at me. “You may not be afraid of me now,” she flinched at my voice and I smiled, “But trust me, little Parson, by the end of the week, you’re going to be sobbing at my very touch. You wouldn’t be able to tell me that you aren’t scared of me, because every time you look at me, you’ll be thinking of the things that I did to you… crying every chance you get alone.”

All of a sudden, Zayn walked into the room and she stood up to her feet and walked over to him, crying onto his shoulder. Are we going back to this bullshit now? Zayn looked around the room and saw all of the bodies drowning in pools of their own blood and he swallowed hard, looking at me. He untied her bindings, allowing her to wrap her arms around him and my finger itched at the gun that was still in my hand. He picked her up in his arms and I put my finger on the trigger, my jaw clenching and my mind telling me to calm down.

“He’s a monster,” Parson sobbed onto Zayn’s neck and I swallowed.

“I know….” Zayn said to her and I dropped the gun so that I wouldn’t shoot him in the back of the head, “But don’t worry…” Motherfucker you can not act like you love her. Days ago you were telling her that things were going to be tough as shit and now you’re loving up to her like she’s your damned prostitute?

I felt my blood curdling again and I began to pace the room I was standing in. What is this? Some kind of sick game they’re playing to fuck with my mind? My body was becoming burning hot and my vision was blurred and red again. I was so fucking angry at the both of them, and I couldn’t help but feel as if they had something going on. I let out a scream and shook my head, no. They couldn’t possibly… right? They just fucking met, so I know that they hate each other. After all, Zayn did kill that motherfucker Louis. Thank God for that… but they can’t have something! They can’t! I’ll kill them both! I will not hesitate to fucking kill them both if I ever find out that they have something going on.

I scoffed at myself. Only because it was over nothing… I can’t believe that I am actually saying this but…



I was jealous.

Notes

Happy birthday Harry! My love for you will never cease and I am so happy to have known about you for this long xx


So I didn't feel like writing in Parson’s point of view so I wrote in Harry's :)

Penny for your thoughts? *hands you a penny*


Kal xx