Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month September
Chicago, Illinois
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“No, Zayn, not again,” I snapped as I paced my bedroom. Zayn had just got out of the shower and he walked to my bedroom with just a towel wrapped around him. I can’t keep giving into him like this, I feel like he’s using me, and that hurts like hell, “I’m not letting you keep doing this to me!” I yelled at him and he buried his fingers through my hair, trying to pull me towards to kiss me and I shoved him away. I put some clothes on that were suitable for Harry and ran out of my bedroom.

“Parson!” Zayn screamed at me and chased me down the hallway in only a towel, “Come back! You can’t fucking be with him! You have to be with me!”

“Be with you? Are you fucking crazy?” I yelled back at him with the same amount of annoyance. I would never be with him! He’s just some stupid fling that I keep hooking up with and regretting it every single time it’s over. I would never be with him, even if I wanted to.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” he said when he walked up to me.

“No! I was just hooking up with someone who was taking the pressure away!” I told him and he let out a breath, closing his eyes.

“But… I think I’m falling in love with you, Parson,” he whispered and my eyes went wide, my hand covering my mouth. No… you can’t… “Please don’t end what we have at the moment. Just give me a chance to prove to you that I’m more than just a killer. I can prove to you that I’m worth it. I know how I make you feel…”

“Zayn,” I breathed out, “You can’t love me. You don’t even know me. I know we shared many things about each other, but Zayn, you can’t just fuck me a few times and say that you’re falling in love with me! You couldn’t even stand me when you met me, and you changed everything when I told you to kiss me in the gardens! You don’t love me, Zayn! Obviously you don’t know what falling in love or what love means! I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore… it’s killing me…”

“I won’t let you get away from me,” he growled, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the staircase I was about to run down, “You can’t leave me hanging like this. I deserve much more than you, but dammit you’re driving me mad.”

“Let me go, Zayn,” I demanded, getting a little scared of him and wondering what his actions were going to be, “Zayn, let me go, now.” When he didn’t let go of my arm, I used my other hand to punch him on the cheek and he let go. I was too scared to look back at him so I ran down the stairs and all the way to the kitchen. When no one was in there that could protect me from him, I ran into the dining room and heard Zayn call my name down the main hallway. Shit. I gasped when I saw Harry standing in the middle of the dining room with a smile on his face, but it disappeared when he saw the tears falling from my eyes. That was when he heard Zayn call for me too, and when he went to go after him, I ran up to him and buried my face in his chest.

“P-Parson?” he said, obviously shocked with my decision to hug him, “A-Are you okay?”

“I need us to go somewhere. Just somewhere away from Zayn…” I muttered and he grabbed my hand, putting his other hand underneath my chin so that I would look at him, “Please take me away from here…” I wasn’t necessarily talking about the House, but it would be nice.

As if he read my mind, he said, “I can take you to a place where no one can hurt you… not even me…” he showed me a small smile, “You can stay there for a few days as if it was just you… no one would be there except for you and me… and…”

“Just take me away,” I said. I figured he would scold me for demanding that, and maybe punish me for running into his arms, because lately he hasn’t been treating me like a slave. No one has, really. It makes me wonder if I’m just living in the House without a reason, as if I was just there to be looked at and to be used. Believe it or not, but I want to do something. Zayn has had me locked up in my room just so that he could walk in there and somehow seduce me into having sex with him, but not anymore. I don’t want to see him like that anymore, I just want him to protect me from all danger instead of him being the danger. Harry had ran into a room and packed me a suitcase for however many days, and I was pleased that he was doing what I wanted him to, but I was also a little confused. Wouldn’t he say no if I asked for something, or did he actually have a sweet spot for me? I know that he thinks I’m beautiful, and that’s why he took me in the first place, but could he actually be wanting me? I couldn’t possibly think the same way about him because what if he turns out just like Zayn? Only wanting me the use of my body and my vulnerability…

“I’m only doing this because I don’t want you near Zayn anymore,” he said, answering almost half of the questions running through my mind as he drove down the road in his car, “I honestly didn’t like the way he was holding you, and touching you,” he gripped the wheel and let out a sigh, “he wasn’t even supposed to be fucking touching you anyways.” I let out a few deep breaths and he suddenly said, “I’m killing him when I get back to the House.”

“No, Harry…” I begged him not to and he furrowed his brows while focusing intensely on the road, “That’s not necessary.”

“Wait, I’m confused. Why would you care? Obviously you’re wanting to get away from him for a reason, and you don’t want me to kill him? I don’t understand, Parson,” he said to me and he turned down a dirt road guarded by miles of pine trees.

“It’s just… I just don’t want him to be killed… let someone else do it…” I said and he let out an angry breath, but then he nodded his head. I don’t want Harry to kill him because… I want him to die from something else. I don’t want him to die because of me. Harry pulled the car into a group of trees and got out of the car, grabbing my suitcase and then walking over to my side. He opened the door and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the small house I saw in the distance.

The house was cute, and it reminded me of my own. It was red brick, and it was surrounded by hundreds of flowers and trees, keeping it secluded from everything else. It was only one story, and I couldn’t wait to get into it because I really missed the feeling of small houses. Harry opened the door and a smell engulfed my body, making me relax at the warm feeling and smell of the house. It smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, and I looked around the house in astonishment. It was very little―it had a small couch and tv in front of it on one side of the house, and on the other side was a small kitchen with a fridge and a stove. Inside the hallway in the middle of the house were two rooms and a bathroom, I absolutely loved it and I wanted to stay in it forever… but that wouldn’t happen.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Harry said, setting my suitcase down by the door as I walked down the hallway, looking into the rooms and admiring every inch of the home. I looked back at Harry and smiled at him, making him say, “I won’t mind… if you… let me stay here with you.”

“It’s a choice I can make?” I asked him and he played with the rings on his fingers.

“I mean… there are a few cameras in here and I could know if something was happening to you,” he relaxed and took a step forward, “But I would love to stay here with you… I won’t mind… taking care of you for a few nights.” His words threw me off completely because in a way it sounded so romantic, and I swallowed hard, feeling chills rise up my spine.

I hesitated, but I said, “I won’t mind either.” He then picked up my suitcase and walked up to me, taking my hand in his and bringing me into a bedroom. He set my suitcase on the bed and reached forward, curling his forefinger underneath my chin. He breathed out a word I couldn’t quite understand as I felt him stepping closer to me. His chest was nearly touching mine, as was his nose.

Being this close to him made me itch, and I cleared my throat, making him smirk and pull away from me completely, “You know I won’t let anything or anyone get to you… right?” he asked and I slowly nodded my head, “Well then… goodnight, Diamond,” he said before leaving the room and leaving me alone.

Notes

This chapter is short and kinda sucks but that's what happens when I plan ahead. I have a big surprise coming up in a few [three] chapters so I'm brain dead for the ones before it, but bare with me, I hope you'll love the surprise.

I support Harson so much....

Kal xx