Sinister World.
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Harry Styles
Year 2023, Month September
Chicago, Illinois
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I literally ran to the front of my mansion to greet the asshole trying to break into it. I slammed open the front door and he fell backwards, putting up his hands before pulling out his gun and pointing it at me. Silly man. Then I frowned and crossed my arms, looking straight into the eyes of the redhead down at my feet. He worked for Jared before he was killed, and he was a damn good guard too… but what the hell was he doing here on my fucking territory?
“What do you want, red?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as he stood up and brushed off his clothes as if he had gotten them dirty.
“The name is Ed,” he corrected me and I leaned against the doorframe, wanting to know why he was still standing on my front porch.
“Well… what the hell are you here?” I barked, my tone seething and his expression unphased. I know why he’s not afraid of me, because he dealt with so many people that are almost exactly like me, so he knows how to deal with someone like me.. and someone worse than me. Maybe I could take him in as my personal guard, or make him Parson’s personal guard so that my fucking mind wouldn’t be so twisted whenever Zayn is around her… she’s going to tell me whatever the fuck it is that’s going on with them when I see her again, because I know that there has to be…
“Lou―” he stopped and I balled my fists, feeling my lips twitching in anger at the name he almost spoke, but he recovered himself, “I came for Parson.”
“Y-You think that you’re actually going to take her?” I laughed sarcastically and he shook his head many times. I’d like to see you fucking try, red.
“No. I want to work for you,” he said and I relaxed a bit, crossing my arms and leaning back against the doorframe, “Zayn made it sound like I was trying to break in, but the truth is, I want to work for you. You’re the biggest slaveowner in the fucking US and that means money and safety.”
“What makes you think I’m going to pay you?” I laughed at him, furrowing my brows.
He sighed, “If I work here, you’re due to pay me some time whether you like it or not.” Good point. “I believe that you could use some better guards… Zayn… he seems to be the only experienced and well trained guard that you have. You just picked the other ones up from low key plantations. I come from Celia, and I know the Northern states like the back of my fucking hand. I can be a great ally, and I would be a great addition to your workers.”
“You’re not bullshitting me?” I asked, pulling out my gun and cocking it, and he swallowed hard, “Because if you ever try to fucking double-cross me―”
“Do you honestly think I’m that stupid? Double-crossing you? I have a fucking brain,” he snapped and I smirked at him, admiring his smarts.
“Alright… you start tomorrow, and you better not make me regret this,” I said before I started to close the door, but he put his foot in the crack and I opened it back up.
“You’re seriously not going to let me stay the night here?” he asked and I shook my head.
“I don’t know you, I don’t trust you, I don’t know what you have planned to be doing. You’re not going to stay in my House, with my men, and my women, when you could be a spy in disguise. You could even work for…” I stopped and shook my head, “You’re not coming in tonight, and that’s my final decision.”
“Come on―”
“Did you not here what I just said?” I grated through closed teeth and he took a step back when I pulled my gun back out, “You’re making yourself look highly fucking suspicious and I just hired you. You might want to back up before I change my mind.”
“Harry?” I turned behind me to see Parson standing in the middle of the lobby and I sucked in a breath when I saw that she was just wearing a slip, God fucking help me. I turned to hide the affect she had on me and red tried to look past me to see her and I closed the door. I rested my head on the door for a second so that I would calm down, but she brushed her hand on my thigh and I had to turn away from her again, “Who’s outside?”
“It’s none of your business,” my voice cracked and I firmly pressed my hand to the door to prevent her from opening it, but she touched my thigh once more and I walked to the middle of the lobby so that she could open the damned door.
“E-Ed? Oh my God,” she gasped, collapsing into his arms like he was her fucking saviour and I ran my hands down my face, shaking my head. Don’t let her change your mind, Styles. Don’t even think about letting her change your damned mind. “Harry, is he staying here since you hired him?”
Fuck, woman. I took a deep breath and went to tell her no, but when I opened my mouth I said, “Of course he can stay.” Red stepped into the house and looked around, being too observant and making me walk up to him and pull Parson from him and behind me, “You will be led to your room and you will stay there until morning. I told you that I didn’t trust you yet and I sure as hell don’t want you roaming my fucking house.”
“Harry,” Parson pulled from my grip and scowled at me, “Don’t treat him like one of your slaves. He is not one of your slaves.”
I leaned towards her and whispered, “I am treating him like a normal human being, Miss Parson, you don’t want to know or have an idea of how I treat my slaves.” She sucked in a breath and took a small step from me, looking away from both red and I. “Red, Zayn will lead you to your room,” I said as soon as Zayn walked back into the room and Parson stood up straight as soon as they made eye contact and I felt my blood boiling at the sudden fucking tension, “Parson you will stay here and talk to me.”
“No… I think it’s time for me to go to bed,” she said, never breaking her awkward eye contact with Zayn from across the room. Don’t lose it again. You can’t lose it around her again. She will hate you forever, and you are on good terms at the moment… “Besides, we have all day tomorrow. It’s almost midnight, Harry, and I’m exhausted.” I’m just going to believe that she’s not bullshitting me and go with it.
“O-Okay. But you’re having breakfast with me first thing in the morning, and we will finally have a real conversation,” my voice cracked and Zayn chuckled on the other side of the room, as if it was fucking funny… “I won’t let anyone interrupt us this time so that I can tell you everything that I have on my mind,” I whispered that part to her and she looked up at me, her blue eyes captivating what was left of my penetrated soul.
“That’s fine with me,” she whispered back, nodding her head as she looked at me with wider eyes. I couldn’t tell if she was shocked by my obvious desperate need for her or if she was scared by me being so close to her. I wouldn’t hurt her unless she hurt me, and she hurt me by trying to escape from me so I gave her a reason not to. It was reasonable.
“It’s not like you had a choice anyways,” I snapped and she swallowed hard, taking a few steps away from me and making me close my eyes to relax, relax, you’ve got this, keep everything under perfect control. “Goodnight, Parson. I long to see you in the morning,” I said before I took off down the hallway and towards my bedroom. I wasn’t going to be able to stand there and watch Zayn ogle her from the other side of the room without wanting to blow his fucking brains out with my 44. I have never had a sudden urge to kill one of my men as much as I would like to kill him every time I am with Parson. He always seems to find a way to make me hate him so much, but even though I hate to say this, he is my friend. He was there for me through my childhood, and in some ways he’s there for me now, but I’ll be goddamned before he ever ruins a perfect friendship because he wants to fuck with my girl.
My girl. She’s fucking mine. No one else’s. She belongs… to me… I exhaled sharply and decided to take a long walk around the House. When I get furious or aggravated I usually take long, slow walks around my House. Now was the perfect time to do it. Considering how big my House is, people normally wouldn’t think that I know every crick and corner in the damn thing, but I lived in it for a very long time, and I know a lot of things that the owner before me didn’t even know, and he lived in the House for more than sixty years. I have always loved this House, and the way it holds itself together. It always amazes me so much when a large shooting in it doesn’t even tarnish its walls… Although I don’t appreciate people sneaking around the damn thing like I wouldn’t fucking see it happening. I’m dreaming, I’m having fucking hallucinations… I’m not seeing this… it all needs to be a lie…
All I saw was a very deep shade of red as I saw Zayn and Parson walking into her bedroom, kissing each other on the way in as his hands met with every part of her body.
I better be fucking seeing things, or tonight, his red blood is going to be on my hands.
Year 2023, Month September
Chicago, Illinois
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I literally ran to the front of my mansion to greet the asshole trying to break into it. I slammed open the front door and he fell backwards, putting up his hands before pulling out his gun and pointing it at me. Silly man. Then I frowned and crossed my arms, looking straight into the eyes of the redhead down at my feet. He worked for Jared before he was killed, and he was a damn good guard too… but what the hell was he doing here on my fucking territory?
“What do you want, red?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as he stood up and brushed off his clothes as if he had gotten them dirty.
“The name is Ed,” he corrected me and I leaned against the doorframe, wanting to know why he was still standing on my front porch.
“Well… what the hell are you here?” I barked, my tone seething and his expression unphased. I know why he’s not afraid of me, because he dealt with so many people that are almost exactly like me, so he knows how to deal with someone like me.. and someone worse than me. Maybe I could take him in as my personal guard, or make him Parson’s personal guard so that my fucking mind wouldn’t be so twisted whenever Zayn is around her… she’s going to tell me whatever the fuck it is that’s going on with them when I see her again, because I know that there has to be…
“Lou―” he stopped and I balled my fists, feeling my lips twitching in anger at the name he almost spoke, but he recovered himself, “I came for Parson.”
“Y-You think that you’re actually going to take her?” I laughed sarcastically and he shook his head many times. I’d like to see you fucking try, red.
“No. I want to work for you,” he said and I relaxed a bit, crossing my arms and leaning back against the doorframe, “Zayn made it sound like I was trying to break in, but the truth is, I want to work for you. You’re the biggest slaveowner in the fucking US and that means money and safety.”
“What makes you think I’m going to pay you?” I laughed at him, furrowing my brows.
He sighed, “If I work here, you’re due to pay me some time whether you like it or not.” Good point. “I believe that you could use some better guards… Zayn… he seems to be the only experienced and well trained guard that you have. You just picked the other ones up from low key plantations. I come from Celia, and I know the Northern states like the back of my fucking hand. I can be a great ally, and I would be a great addition to your workers.”
“You’re not bullshitting me?” I asked, pulling out my gun and cocking it, and he swallowed hard, “Because if you ever try to fucking double-cross me―”
“Do you honestly think I’m that stupid? Double-crossing you? I have a fucking brain,” he snapped and I smirked at him, admiring his smarts.
“Alright… you start tomorrow, and you better not make me regret this,” I said before I started to close the door, but he put his foot in the crack and I opened it back up.
“You’re seriously not going to let me stay the night here?” he asked and I shook my head.
“I don’t know you, I don’t trust you, I don’t know what you have planned to be doing. You’re not going to stay in my House, with my men, and my women, when you could be a spy in disguise. You could even work for…” I stopped and shook my head, “You’re not coming in tonight, and that’s my final decision.”
“Come on―”
“Did you not here what I just said?” I grated through closed teeth and he took a step back when I pulled my gun back out, “You’re making yourself look highly fucking suspicious and I just hired you. You might want to back up before I change my mind.”
“Harry?” I turned behind me to see Parson standing in the middle of the lobby and I sucked in a breath when I saw that she was just wearing a slip, God fucking help me. I turned to hide the affect she had on me and red tried to look past me to see her and I closed the door. I rested my head on the door for a second so that I would calm down, but she brushed her hand on my thigh and I had to turn away from her again, “Who’s outside?”
“It’s none of your business,” my voice cracked and I firmly pressed my hand to the door to prevent her from opening it, but she touched my thigh once more and I walked to the middle of the lobby so that she could open the damned door.
“E-Ed? Oh my God,” she gasped, collapsing into his arms like he was her fucking saviour and I ran my hands down my face, shaking my head. Don’t let her change your mind, Styles. Don’t even think about letting her change your damned mind. “Harry, is he staying here since you hired him?”
Fuck, woman. I took a deep breath and went to tell her no, but when I opened my mouth I said, “Of course he can stay.” Red stepped into the house and looked around, being too observant and making me walk up to him and pull Parson from him and behind me, “You will be led to your room and you will stay there until morning. I told you that I didn’t trust you yet and I sure as hell don’t want you roaming my fucking house.”
“Harry,” Parson pulled from my grip and scowled at me, “Don’t treat him like one of your slaves. He is not one of your slaves.”
I leaned towards her and whispered, “I am treating him like a normal human being, Miss Parson, you don’t want to know or have an idea of how I treat my slaves.” She sucked in a breath and took a small step from me, looking away from both red and I. “Red, Zayn will lead you to your room,” I said as soon as Zayn walked back into the room and Parson stood up straight as soon as they made eye contact and I felt my blood boiling at the sudden fucking tension, “Parson you will stay here and talk to me.”
“No… I think it’s time for me to go to bed,” she said, never breaking her awkward eye contact with Zayn from across the room. Don’t lose it again. You can’t lose it around her again. She will hate you forever, and you are on good terms at the moment… “Besides, we have all day tomorrow. It’s almost midnight, Harry, and I’m exhausted.” I’m just going to believe that she’s not bullshitting me and go with it.
“O-Okay. But you’re having breakfast with me first thing in the morning, and we will finally have a real conversation,” my voice cracked and Zayn chuckled on the other side of the room, as if it was fucking funny… “I won’t let anyone interrupt us this time so that I can tell you everything that I have on my mind,” I whispered that part to her and she looked up at me, her blue eyes captivating what was left of my penetrated soul.
“That’s fine with me,” she whispered back, nodding her head as she looked at me with wider eyes. I couldn’t tell if she was shocked by my obvious desperate need for her or if she was scared by me being so close to her. I wouldn’t hurt her unless she hurt me, and she hurt me by trying to escape from me so I gave her a reason not to. It was reasonable.
“It’s not like you had a choice anyways,” I snapped and she swallowed hard, taking a few steps away from me and making me close my eyes to relax, relax, you’ve got this, keep everything under perfect control. “Goodnight, Parson. I long to see you in the morning,” I said before I took off down the hallway and towards my bedroom. I wasn’t going to be able to stand there and watch Zayn ogle her from the other side of the room without wanting to blow his fucking brains out with my 44. I have never had a sudden urge to kill one of my men as much as I would like to kill him every time I am with Parson. He always seems to find a way to make me hate him so much, but even though I hate to say this, he is my friend. He was there for me through my childhood, and in some ways he’s there for me now, but I’ll be goddamned before he ever ruins a perfect friendship because he wants to fuck with my girl.
My girl. She’s fucking mine. No one else’s. She belongs… to me… I exhaled sharply and decided to take a long walk around the House. When I get furious or aggravated I usually take long, slow walks around my House. Now was the perfect time to do it. Considering how big my House is, people normally wouldn’t think that I know every crick and corner in the damn thing, but I lived in it for a very long time, and I know a lot of things that the owner before me didn’t even know, and he lived in the House for more than sixty years. I have always loved this House, and the way it holds itself together. It always amazes me so much when a large shooting in it doesn’t even tarnish its walls… Although I don’t appreciate people sneaking around the damn thing like I wouldn’t fucking see it happening. I’m dreaming, I’m having fucking hallucinations… I’m not seeing this… it all needs to be a lie…
All I saw was a very deep shade of red as I saw Zayn and Parson walking into her bedroom, kissing each other on the way in as his hands met with every part of her body.
I better be fucking seeing things, or tonight, his red blood is going to be on my hands.
Notes
So............I'm starting a new book called After Hours... can't wait :)
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9/20/16