Sinister World.
× T R U T H ×
Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month September
Chicago, Illinois
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When I woke up in the small cottage I had been taken to the night before, I decided to explore it a little more. Even though it was tiny, it was comfortable and I wanted to know every detail of it because it tugged at my heart for some reason. I had put on a black silk dress, not wanting to put on anything else because I was in a cottage. I wasn’t in a big, fancy mansion where I had to wear long dresses and heels. In this house, I could wear whatever I wanted to without being judged.
As I walked into the kitchen, I swallowed hard when I saw Harry without a shirt on, standing by the sink and looking out of the window above it. My eyes then traveled to the whip scars on his back and I slowly walked up to him. When I stood beside him, I realized why he had his shirt off in the first place; his shirt was soaking in the sink full of soapy water.
“A man saw us come here last night,” he muttered, very slowly, looking down to his shirt and scrubbing it a little, “Killing him was a lot more bloody than I thought it was going to be.” I sighed and looked out of the window, noticing that almost all of the trees were losing their leaves and the flowers were wilting; you couldn’t see all of that in the darkness.
“Did you have to kill him?” I asked him and he sighed.
“Why is killing so bad to you now? You used to never give a shit and now you’re just like, oh don’t kill him, or oh don’t do this. Parson, I hate to break it to you, but this is how the world is now. This is what is has all come down to. I can’t change the way people are, I can’t change what people do, I can’t change what people say… or how they feel,” he whispered the last part and I was seriously worried about him. He was either changing right before my very eyes or he was showing me a side of him I had yet to see, “You don’t know what I’ve had to go through these past fifteen years, Parson, and you haven’t even seen all of the world yet… and you already hate me for what I’ve done. You don’t even know what anyone else has done… so…”
“Harry,” I took a deep breath and he turned towards me, looking right down at me, “I don’t hate you. I just don’t know you… at all…”
“Considering I used to think that’s a good thing…” he started, but then he shook his head, “Would you like some breakfast? I could make you something. I know you’re hungry, you haven’t eaten in days, Parson.” I was silent; food sounded so amazing, because he was right, I hadn’t eaten in two days because of Zayn. He didn’t even offer me to go downstairs to eat, or at least offer to bring my food into my room, “I know how to make pancakes… if you want pancakes…”
“Sure,” I said, and the next thing I knew I was helping him make pancakes.
~~
“Coffee?” Harry asked me as I dug into my plate in the living room. I felt rude to talk with my mouth full so I just gave him a nod and he smiled at me, “Here.” he handed me a cup of coffee and I held it in both of my hands, loving the way the cup was searing my hands with its heat. I glanced over at Harry as he was eating and sighed. I really wanted to know what was going on with him, and I decided that he was going to tell me whether he liked it or not.
“Harry? Can I ask you a few questions?” I asked and he sat down on the floor with me, bringing his knees up to his chest and running his hands through his hair as he nodded, “Well… I was wondering what made you change your mind about me working all of the time… I don’t feel like you said I was going to feel… I don’t feel like a slave, or a woman who just got stolen from home anymore. It confuses me because I thought that’s what you were trying to make me feel like…”
He smirked, but then he furrowed his brows, “You want me to treat you like a slave? Parson, you don’t want to be treated like one of my slaves, I’m telling you… you’d hate me through and through if I ever treated you like I treated my workers…”
I swallowed hard, “Okay… another question I had was… why have you been so nice to me lately? All I’ve seen from you have been smiles and kisses on the hand, and I haven’t even gotten any punishments, and when I asked you to take me away I expected you to yell at me and tell me that I was never going to leave, but instead you take me here…” he looked forward and leaned his head back against the couch, “What is going on with you?”
“Parson… there are some things that you just don’t quite understand yet,” he said and I sat up and turned towards him, hugging myself as I looked at him, “I’m not sure what’s going on with me, myself… I don’t know what’s wrong…”
“I don’t understand,” I said and he sighed, facing me as well.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked me and I nodded my head, “I mean, something, as in, everything…” I quickly nodded my head and smiled at him, making him sigh and swallow hard, “What I’m about to tell you has never been told to anyone, not even my best mates.”
“Okay, I’m ready,” I told him. Although in reality, I wasn’t ready. He was sitting there about to tell me probably his life story and I wasn’t ready to hear any of it. Especially from him. He’s Harry Styles, he’s not supposed to tell me how he feels or how he used to feel. He’s supposed to keep everything from everyone so everyone thinks he’s strong and powerful…
“I was once married, Parson,” he said, looking down and my eyes went wide, “And my ex-wife caused me to turn into the person that I am now. The murderer that I am now…” he said and I mentally decided that I still wasn’t ready for this and I took a deep breath, “Her name was Jolene, and I loved her… except…” a frown twisted on his face and I saw anger flash in his eyes, “She loved that fucker Louis Tomlinson more than she loved me.”
“Oh my… god…” I whispered, “Did he love her?”
“No, he never loved anyone. He had a sexual relationship with Zayn’s wife, but he ended it before anything got worse… the closer Jolene got to Louis, the more jealous I got, even though I hate to admit it… and she decided that it was time to leave me,” he said, “That night I made the decision to kill Louis, but I never got down to it because I was spending so much time trying to beg Jolene to stay… but she left anyways. I thought Louis had left with her, but instead he left and went to work for Jared.”
“He used to work for you?” my shock was obvious and he chuckled.
“Yes, Louis and I used to be best friends…. that is until Jolene came along… Louis and I were so close when we were young, and it was Louis, Zayn and I against the world,” he smiled and looked up at me, “Those times were so amazing that I couldn’t think of life being any different than what is was then, but then things began to get serious, and everyone needed to get jobs and people started living on the streets. More women and men were becoming vulnerable and being taken advantage of, and the president decided it was a good idea to make slavery legal again. He destroyed the thirteenth amendment and left everyone to fend for themselves and it became so dangerous to live. So Louis, Zayn, and I decided to make a plantation. Jolene was the first slave I brought in so she lived in the House with me, and I slowly fell in love with her. The more slaves I brought in, the more she told me to kill, and I listened to her. I haven’t stopped killing my slaves since then… she changed my life for the worse and she is why I am the man I am now…”
“What’s wrong with who you are now?” I asked him and he smiled sheepishly.
“Well for starters, I kill innocent people for a living… I have a torture chamber in my basement for the people that don’t listen to me, most of America is terrified of me because of what I do, and I’m just not a good person, Parson,” he said honestly and I sighed.
“At least I know a little bit more about you,” I said and he looked up at me.
“There’s one more thing that you need to know about me, Parson…” he said and I smiled at him, making sure he knew that it was okay to tell me. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he stopped and grabbed my hand in his, making me frown, “I am completely infatuated with you… I don’t stop thinking about you during the day and sometimes I don’t know why. I am… not ashamed to say that I am vigorously and uncontrollably infatuated with you.”
My lips parted and I felt myself smiling like an idiot.
Year 2023, Month September
Chicago, Illinois
~~
When I woke up in the small cottage I had been taken to the night before, I decided to explore it a little more. Even though it was tiny, it was comfortable and I wanted to know every detail of it because it tugged at my heart for some reason. I had put on a black silk dress, not wanting to put on anything else because I was in a cottage. I wasn’t in a big, fancy mansion where I had to wear long dresses and heels. In this house, I could wear whatever I wanted to without being judged.
As I walked into the kitchen, I swallowed hard when I saw Harry without a shirt on, standing by the sink and looking out of the window above it. My eyes then traveled to the whip scars on his back and I slowly walked up to him. When I stood beside him, I realized why he had his shirt off in the first place; his shirt was soaking in the sink full of soapy water.
“A man saw us come here last night,” he muttered, very slowly, looking down to his shirt and scrubbing it a little, “Killing him was a lot more bloody than I thought it was going to be.” I sighed and looked out of the window, noticing that almost all of the trees were losing their leaves and the flowers were wilting; you couldn’t see all of that in the darkness.
“Did you have to kill him?” I asked him and he sighed.
“Why is killing so bad to you now? You used to never give a shit and now you’re just like, oh don’t kill him, or oh don’t do this. Parson, I hate to break it to you, but this is how the world is now. This is what is has all come down to. I can’t change the way people are, I can’t change what people do, I can’t change what people say… or how they feel,” he whispered the last part and I was seriously worried about him. He was either changing right before my very eyes or he was showing me a side of him I had yet to see, “You don’t know what I’ve had to go through these past fifteen years, Parson, and you haven’t even seen all of the world yet… and you already hate me for what I’ve done. You don’t even know what anyone else has done… so…”
“Harry,” I took a deep breath and he turned towards me, looking right down at me, “I don’t hate you. I just don’t know you… at all…”
“Considering I used to think that’s a good thing…” he started, but then he shook his head, “Would you like some breakfast? I could make you something. I know you’re hungry, you haven’t eaten in days, Parson.” I was silent; food sounded so amazing, because he was right, I hadn’t eaten in two days because of Zayn. He didn’t even offer me to go downstairs to eat, or at least offer to bring my food into my room, “I know how to make pancakes… if you want pancakes…”
“Sure,” I said, and the next thing I knew I was helping him make pancakes.
~~
“Coffee?” Harry asked me as I dug into my plate in the living room. I felt rude to talk with my mouth full so I just gave him a nod and he smiled at me, “Here.” he handed me a cup of coffee and I held it in both of my hands, loving the way the cup was searing my hands with its heat. I glanced over at Harry as he was eating and sighed. I really wanted to know what was going on with him, and I decided that he was going to tell me whether he liked it or not.
“Harry? Can I ask you a few questions?” I asked and he sat down on the floor with me, bringing his knees up to his chest and running his hands through his hair as he nodded, “Well… I was wondering what made you change your mind about me working all of the time… I don’t feel like you said I was going to feel… I don’t feel like a slave, or a woman who just got stolen from home anymore. It confuses me because I thought that’s what you were trying to make me feel like…”
He smirked, but then he furrowed his brows, “You want me to treat you like a slave? Parson, you don’t want to be treated like one of my slaves, I’m telling you… you’d hate me through and through if I ever treated you like I treated my workers…”
I swallowed hard, “Okay… another question I had was… why have you been so nice to me lately? All I’ve seen from you have been smiles and kisses on the hand, and I haven’t even gotten any punishments, and when I asked you to take me away I expected you to yell at me and tell me that I was never going to leave, but instead you take me here…” he looked forward and leaned his head back against the couch, “What is going on with you?”
“Parson… there are some things that you just don’t quite understand yet,” he said and I sat up and turned towards him, hugging myself as I looked at him, “I’m not sure what’s going on with me, myself… I don’t know what’s wrong…”
“I don’t understand,” I said and he sighed, facing me as well.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked me and I nodded my head, “I mean, something, as in, everything…” I quickly nodded my head and smiled at him, making him sigh and swallow hard, “What I’m about to tell you has never been told to anyone, not even my best mates.”
“Okay, I’m ready,” I told him. Although in reality, I wasn’t ready. He was sitting there about to tell me probably his life story and I wasn’t ready to hear any of it. Especially from him. He’s Harry Styles, he’s not supposed to tell me how he feels or how he used to feel. He’s supposed to keep everything from everyone so everyone thinks he’s strong and powerful…
“I was once married, Parson,” he said, looking down and my eyes went wide, “And my ex-wife caused me to turn into the person that I am now. The murderer that I am now…” he said and I mentally decided that I still wasn’t ready for this and I took a deep breath, “Her name was Jolene, and I loved her… except…” a frown twisted on his face and I saw anger flash in his eyes, “She loved that fucker Louis Tomlinson more than she loved me.”
“Oh my… god…” I whispered, “Did he love her?”
“No, he never loved anyone. He had a sexual relationship with Zayn’s wife, but he ended it before anything got worse… the closer Jolene got to Louis, the more jealous I got, even though I hate to admit it… and she decided that it was time to leave me,” he said, “That night I made the decision to kill Louis, but I never got down to it because I was spending so much time trying to beg Jolene to stay… but she left anyways. I thought Louis had left with her, but instead he left and went to work for Jared.”
“He used to work for you?” my shock was obvious and he chuckled.
“Yes, Louis and I used to be best friends…. that is until Jolene came along… Louis and I were so close when we were young, and it was Louis, Zayn and I against the world,” he smiled and looked up at me, “Those times were so amazing that I couldn’t think of life being any different than what is was then, but then things began to get serious, and everyone needed to get jobs and people started living on the streets. More women and men were becoming vulnerable and being taken advantage of, and the president decided it was a good idea to make slavery legal again. He destroyed the thirteenth amendment and left everyone to fend for themselves and it became so dangerous to live. So Louis, Zayn, and I decided to make a plantation. Jolene was the first slave I brought in so she lived in the House with me, and I slowly fell in love with her. The more slaves I brought in, the more she told me to kill, and I listened to her. I haven’t stopped killing my slaves since then… she changed my life for the worse and she is why I am the man I am now…”
“What’s wrong with who you are now?” I asked him and he smiled sheepishly.
“Well for starters, I kill innocent people for a living… I have a torture chamber in my basement for the people that don’t listen to me, most of America is terrified of me because of what I do, and I’m just not a good person, Parson,” he said honestly and I sighed.
“At least I know a little bit more about you,” I said and he looked up at me.
“There’s one more thing that you need to know about me, Parson…” he said and I smiled at him, making sure he knew that it was okay to tell me. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he stopped and grabbed my hand in his, making me frown, “I am completely infatuated with you… I don’t stop thinking about you during the day and sometimes I don’t know why. I am… not ashamed to say that I am vigorously and uncontrollably infatuated with you.”
My lips parted and I felt myself smiling like an idiot.
Notes
Another short chapter but PLEASE STILL BARE WITH ME!I'm going to make you love Harson.
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Hey its okay, it was just a request plus I know how much hard it is to update chapters especially when you have many stories. Trust me, I know its brutal :(
Anyways take your time and keep doing the good work :-)
9/20/16