Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month September
Chicago, Illinois
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Zayn and I hooked up last night and this morning. I wasn’t that drunk so obviously it was intentional the night before, but I wanted it to happen this morning. I know how bad that sounds and how it makes me look trashy, but Zayn was approachable… and I was desperate. Although this isn’t going to happen all of the time. He warned me again this morning not to say anything to anyone because if Harry finds out that either one of us touched each other, we’re in it for our lives. Meaning, he’ll fucking kill us as soon as he found out. I’m not risking that so the secret is in my veins. Kissing each other against the wall, Zayn wouldn’t keep his hands off of me long enough for me to get dressed and go downstairs to Harry.

Harry had planned a day for me to meet the new slave he added yesterday because he thought that we would be good friends. This girl could be just like me, or she could be the complete opposite and tell on me if I tried to run away. So I don’t know if this whole meet the new girl is a good thing. Zayn won’t let go of me anyways.

Pressing his hands wherever he wished, he was nearly suffocating me on the wall with the captivity of his own lips. We only hooked up twice and since then we haven’t seemed to be getting enough of each other. It’s just an infatuation, nothing more. My thighs were in his hands as our wet mouths collided again, obviously neither of us wanting to stop soon, but then he dropped my thighs and pulled from me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and letting out a sharp breath.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Pars,” he gasped and I swallowed hard, wiping my mouth with my fingers and closing my eyes. I hate it when he calls me that because it always brings Louis to my mind, but I don’t want to tell him that because then he’ll probably hate me… more than he already does. I know we’ve been on good terms since last night, but that doesn’t have to change how he feels about me… I hope he doesn’t hate me. Even though we’re basically just using each other for pleasure, I hope he doesn’t hate me. “We need to get down there, or he’s going to get suspicious. We’re fifteen minutes due.”

“Shit,” I cursed, brushing my hair with my fingers and running my hands over my face to wipe any evidence of sweat or aspiration away. I still wasn’t up for meeting this girl, but if it’s going to get me on Harry’s good side than so be it. As we walked down the grand staircase, my heart beat kept on speeding up every step I took. Would Harry be able to tell that Zayn and I slept together because of our sudden tension with each other? I know he’s a very smart man and he can see right through someone, but would he even bother to make accusations about Zayn and I together? I sure hope the hell not…

“My Diamond,” Harry said when I approached him and he kissed my hand, making Zayn shake his head and walk away to the kitchen. Shit, shit, shit. “How have you been this morning? You look flustered… is there something wrong?” Fucking hell. Oh my God, I am dead. I am so dead.

“Ah,” I cleared my throat, “No. I’m just really nervous about meeting Magi, is that her name?” he nodded and I ran my hand through my hair, “Just really, really nervous.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. Her beauty means nothing to yours,” he said and I felt the bullets in my chest already. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me, why the fuck is he being so nice? Oh God he knows… “Magi, come on out here,” Harry called out and a woman quickly walked out of the large hallway in front of us, looking almost as nervous as I was, “Magi, meet Parson. She’s going to be the one to hang around with you from now on so I suggest you get highly acquainted. We will all have dinner in the grand dining room in an hour so be ready. Zayn will watch out for the both of you while you get to know each other. I will see you in an hour.” He’s not going to stay with us? Thank God…

“Hi, I’m Parson,” I said, bluntly and purely as Harry walked away. Magi watched him walk away with worried eyes before she turned to me, let out a deep breath as her back slouched, and let out another deep breath when she closed her eyes.

“Now I’m cutting the serious shit,” she said and I arched an eyebrow. She stuck out her hand and shook mine, “I’m Magi, but you can call me Mags. I honestly don’t want to be here and this thong is giving me a major fucking wedgie.” she laughed at me when she saw my shocked face and nodded her head, “Yes I know. I look shy and nervous when you look at me but trust me you’ll get used to me.” She began to twist the rings on her fingers and sighed when I didn’t say anything. Instead, she looked around as I studied her appearance more. She had long, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, and she was wearing a dark blue dress. Her eyes were light blue and she had a few freckles on the bridge of her nose, but they were hidden from her square glasses. She had long, skinny legs and her stomach was flat. She was a beautiful woman and I wasn’t shocked when Niall came to mind when I saw her. He would’ve loved her… “Please say something, Parson. This is unbelievably awkward,” she stated and I laughed.

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking…” I muttered honestly, but then I stood up straight whenever Zayn walked into the room and walked right up to me, “So what’s your backstory?”

“My backstory?” she grabbed my hand and forced me to sit down on the stairs, making Zayn smirk and gross his arms, “Alright. You asked for it. I came from New Hampshire, and I was picked up whenever I got out of my car to walk the traffic instead of waiting in it. No one saw it when it happened so no one knew I went missing. Uh… both of my parents are dead due to sickness… I had a sister but she was taken… and I have no idea where she is… so… that’s pretty much it. I never had anything big go on in my life so it wasn’t a shock when I was taken, and I didn’t have anything else better to do with my life so my capture didn’t phase me.”

“That’s… kind of disturbing but understanding,” I said and she smiled, nodding her head and twisting her rings again, “Why do you do that? Twist your rings like that?”

“Because,” she sighed and looked down at her fingers, “These two rings are my mom’s and dad’s wedding rings. When I get nervous I always twist them and dream they’re telling me everything will be okay… even if it’s not.”

“Wow…” I muttered and she nodded her head.

“So what’s your backstory, Parson? And why are you and platinum hair up there so tense with each other?” she asked, motioning to Zayn who was ogling me.

“Okay,” I took a deep breath and smiled, “This is going to take a while.”

“Alright, menace. I got all of the time in the world,” she said before she leaned back on the stairs and egged me to tell me my story.

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“You’re just an amazing person in all,” Magi told me as we walked to the dining room and I laughed, “I’m serious, I think we’re going to be great friends. We’re already getting along so well. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to meeting you but I’ve changed my mind.” Same here, glasses.

“Parson, Magi, so good to have you here,” Harry said as soon as we walked into the dining room and Magi took her arm from mine and took a few steps away from me, “Care to have a seat with me? We’re having steak tonight, and I would like to have a conversation with the both of you because Parson, I am afraid there’s something I don’t know about you, and Magi, I have to get to know you anyways,” when he got done talking, I felt like collapsing to the floor and shooting myself in the head.

Zayn walked up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back, “Don’t budge, baby. You’ve got this.” Chills ran up my spine and he backed up and left the room, leaving me, Magi and Harry in the dining room. Shit, shit, shit.

Dinner went by really quick, only because I ate slowly and waited for everyone else to get finished as I wondered how my death was going to come. I know that Harry knows, there couldn’t be any other reason why he’s being so nice to me… unless he just wants to be nice… nah. I wouldn’t believe that he wanted to be nice to me for a second. He’s Harry Styles, he’s not going to be nice to me even if I wanted him to.

“Magi, Zayn will take you back to your room,” Harry’s tone changed and I sat up straight, “Parson, we need to talk. Outside.” Harry then stood up and placed his large hand on my forearm, pulling me from my chair and making Zayn glance over his shoulder as he walked Magi away, “We’re talking now. It’s very important.” Oh God. I am dead. He’s got a gun in his belt, and he’s just going to get it over with. Oh shit.

He led me to the end of the garden and a wind hit me in the face, making me stop and shiver. He paced the space in front of me and began to smile nervously. What’s going on with you, Harry? He went to say something, but then he just walked up to me and put his hands on my neck, leaning closer and closer to me. Oh God… was he going… to kiss me?

“Styles! There’s someone in the front yard that doesn’t belong!” Zayn screamed from the back porch and Harry squeezed his hands, forming them onto my jawline and making me gasp.

“I can’t get a single fucking moment with you alone, Parson. Even though I own all of this fucking land, I can never be alone in it…” he whispered before he started off to the house, but then he stopped and turned to me, grabbing my wrist and saying, “I want you to tell me what’s wrong with Zayn when I get back here. You seem like you would know.”



Oh shit.

Notes

I feel like that chapter was kind of rushed... but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed reading it :)

Thoughts?


Kal xx