Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month September
Chicago, Illinois
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“Parson, we have to go back,” Harry woke me up by shaking my shoulder and I realized that I had fallen asleep on the couch. Last night was one of the bests that I have had in a long time. Harry and I shared stories and laughter, and it actually made me feel happy for once. I feel like we know each other for the better because we know so much about each other.

“Why do we have to go back?” I asked, sitting up and hugging myself. I said I never wanted to leave when I got here and I meant it. I didn’t want to leave… this place felt like home to me.

“Because Zayn said something about Keko trying to rob my mansion,” he said harshly and I widened my eyes. Keko Mason was the beautiful woman I met at Jared’s party, but she’s also the twisted woman slave owner. I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side, “I decided that I can’t leave you here by yourself so you have to come with me.”

“Wait,” I stopped as we walked to the door, “You’re trusting Zayn?”

“Zayn would lie to me about a woman but he wouldn’t lie to me about business,” he said, sounding sure of himself as he pulled me out of the cottage, locking the door behind him, “We should have never left the House. I should’ve told you no. Even though I don’t regret talking to you like I did last night… we should have never left. We’re never going back to that stupid little house. That house is filled with nightmares and gunshots anyways.”

That he forgot to tell me about, “What do you mean?” I asked as he started the car and drove down the road.

“I grew up in that house, Parson,” he said honestly and my mouth dropped. He paused for a moment but then he said, “Louis murdered my mother in that house.” I didn’t move from the position I was in, instead I felt tears forming in my eyes as pure and utter shock washed over me, “My mother was an amazing woman, and I had to live with her death for nearly three years and my best friend Louis was there for me to cry on his shoulder if I ever fucking needed to. Until one night my father told me who shot my mother four times in the head… I had never hated Louis so much than I did that night, and when I found out that you were talking about him and you said something about him to me, I hated him even more. That is why I absolutely hate Louis…” I wiped my tears away and shook my head. That’s unbelievable, and what’s worse about that being unbelievable… I believe all of it.

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“I-I need to tell you something,” Zayn’s voice was low, but I didn’t want to listen to him, “Parson you can’t ignore me just because I didn’t do what you wanted me to do.” I went to walk away from him but he grabbed my arm and jerked me towards him, and that’s when Harry walked into the hallway we were standing in and gave Zayn a look. Then he looked at me and raised his eyebrows, making me shake my head and him motion for me. “We’ll talk later,” Zayn said to me and Harry charged up to him, his glare threatening.

“Like hell you will,” he barked, then he grabbed my hand and drug me away from Zayn, leaving him in pure and utter shock. “Keko wants to talk to me, but she wants you to be there too,” he said to me and I swallowed hard, softly pulling my hand from his when I realized that he wasn’t going to let go, “I can tell her that she can’t see you, if that’s what you want. I know you don’t like her. You didn’t like either of us at first…”

“At first?” my mouth spat and he took a few steps away from me, “I can see Keko, if you want me to. It won’t bother me, I know you won’t let her take me.”

“Well then it’s settled,” he said, “After she leaves, we will have dinner in the penthouse above. I want to have you alone again. I thoroughly enjoyed it the last time so I want to do it again.”

“There’s a penthouse?” I asked, astonished at his statement and looking up at the ceiling even though I knew I wouldn’t see it. I was just so surprised about the penthouse in a massive mansion… “I didn’t know that―”

“Miss Parson Upton,” Keko exclaimed as soon as we walked into the corridor and she walked up to me, her purple lipstick and eyeshadow blinding me as she approached me. She was wearing a bright yellow dress that clung tightly to her every curve, the dress pooling out at her feet as and barely hanging onto her shoulders. At least she wasn’t wearing a dead fox… instead she was wearing a bird on the top of her head that was firmly attached to her headband that was holding up her long black hair. Maybe she has a fetish with dead animals… “It is so amazing to see your innocent, bright face again!”

“Uhm…” was all I could say to the senile woman in front of me.

“The least you could do is say you feel the same in front of this lovely man,” she said, nudging my shoulder before walking over in front of Harry, “Oh… the mysterious, guarded Mr. Styles…” she tried to swoon him and he tucked his hands behind his back, looking at the headband on her head to keep from looking at her body. Well done.

“Hello, Ms. Mason,” he said, firmly and broadly, avoiding all eye contact with her, “Would you like to tell me why you’re here tonight? Invading my home? Without permission?”

She stood there for a minute and put her hand on his chest, but then she quickly pulled it away as if touching him sizzled her skin. “No,” she said, her voice high and her heels clicking as she walked back over to me, “I want to take you home with me.” she put her hand on my chin and pulled me to look at her and I furrowed my brows. All of a sudden, Harry slid in between us and blocked her from touching me, staring right down at Keko and licking his lips. “What’s the deal?”

“I asked you why you were here, you can do and tell me that much,” his voice was deep and morbid and I swallowed hard, pressing my hands to his back and standing on the tips of my toes so I could look over his shoulder, “I never said you could touch her.”

“You also never said I could invade your house, but I guess we both don’t listen to each other,” she paused, “You would know a lot about breaking rules, yes?” she let out a hearty laugh, I’m guessing at Harry’s reaction, but all I saw was the back of his head and part of his jaw, “You really don’t know why I’m here, do you?”

“No, I don’t, but I can just as easily kick you out as easily as I fucking let you stay,” he growled and she crossed her arms.

“No need to get sassy, Mr. Styles,” she smirked and I was getting annoyed of her already, “I just want to take a look at the girl, no more.” she walked around Harry and he reached behind him and grabbed my hips, pulling me into the back of his body. I tried to pull from him but he dug his fingers into my skin and I hissed. Keko ran her hand down my arm and I shivered, becoming a little more terrified of her than I thought I was going to be, “Beautiful…”

Suddenly, Harry grabbed my hand and turned me from her, facing her and pointing to the double doors in the front, “It’s time for you to leave. Right now.” Keko didn’t protest, she just slowly backed away and smiled before walking out of the front doors. I didn’t want to feel that woman's presence ever again. Something about her made my skin crawl; I didn’t know if it was just the fact that she was just a woman slave owner, or even though she was beautiful, she was the most terrifying woman I’ve ever seen.

Harry then let out a large breath and grabbed my hand again, pulling me up the stairs and didn’t stop dragging me until we reached a small elevator-looking door on the top floor of the mansion. He pressed a button and it opened, making him squeeze my hand and my nerves come unglued. I was about to pass out in the amount of heat and chills he was giving me just by holding my hand. He pulled me through the metal door and another one opened when he stepped on a plush mat on the floor, exposing a giant room. It had two grand size beds in the left corner and a king sized bathtub on the other corner. The floor was a creme colored tile and there were cherry trees planted on a platform in the middle of the room, small bundles of roses surrounding it.

“This is beautiful, Harry,” I told him and he walked over to the left side of the room where a small kitchen was. I walked to the trees in the middle of the room and looked up at the ceiling, realizing it was nothing but glass, “How did I not see this glass on the roof outside?”

“It looks like a normal roof outside, but it looks like glass on the inside. Very expensive,” he said, nodding his head as he pulled his sleeves up and gathered items from the small fridge to prepare dinner. Boasting much, Styles? I sat down at the bar that was in front of the kitchen and smiled when he placed a various amount of pots and pans skillfully on the stove, not seeming to have to try to do what he was doing. It seemed as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. “Wine?” he asked, giving me a look and quickly adding a smirk to his exquisite features, “Or shall we set that aside. I’d rather keep this shirt, it’s one of my favorites.”

“Cheeky bastard,” I covered my mouth when I realized I said that out loud and I blushed as he grabbed the wine glasses and poured us each an acceptable amount, “Sorry. About… all of that. I didn’t trust you then.”

“So you trust me now?” he asked, licking his lips to rid the wine that was left on them after he took a drink, “That’s good to hear. I trust you, too. Even though I can’t decide if you’re going to run on me or not anymore… I still trust you very much.” he nodded his head and I smiled, feeling myself blush again for no apparent reason―I felt like a little girl around him because every time he smiled at me I would blush. I don’t know what in the world is going on… but I’m kind of beginning to love it, “Now, let’s get dinner going, shall we?”

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For the first time in the two months I’ve been spending with Harry, I heard him giggle. It was a manly chuckle, or a hearty thick laughter… it was a giggle. It’s funny, what effect wine can have on you on certain nights, and what effect someone can have on you…

“I want to tell you why I don’t treat you like one of my slaves,” Harry said all of a sudden and I sat up on the bed when he did. He refilled his wine glass and let out a sigh, looking right up at me, “You were never a slave to me, Parson.”

“What?” I furrowed my brows, “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t take you to become one of my slaves, you should’ve known that… I took you because I wanted you all to myself… I wanted you to live with me in my mansion because your looks reminded me of Jolene… but when I got to know your personality… I threw Jolene behind me and decided to focus more on you. I took you because I wanted you all… to myself,” he repeated the last part more than twice and I smiled, reaching over and grabbing his large hand, “I wasn’t lying to you when I said I was completely infatuated with you, you know that right?”

“Yes,” I nodded, “I know that.”

“Now I just have to get Zayn off of your ass,” he said, and for some reason, it must’ve been the wine, that was the funniest thing I had heard all night. I was laughing so hard that I had to cover my mouth to prevent cackling and tears began to fall from my eyes. Harry chuckled a little and his eyes were glued to me as I came undone with my laughter right in front of him. He scooted closer to me when he saw my tears fall, he was so close that I could feel his warm breaths falling from his lips as little chuckles escaped from them as well, and I let out a sharp breath when I laughed again. He set his wineglass down on the table by the bed, setting mine down beside it. I let out one more giggle and he reached towards me, wiping away the small tear that had lastly fallen down above my lips, his fingers lingering on them as he softly ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

“You have got to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen… even when you’re crying over a petty joke,” he whispered. My eyes filled with tears and they fell from my cheeks, but this time they weren’t from me laughing. That one honest sentence brought me into my feelings and my bottom lip trembled, causing him to brush my hair out of my face. He bit onto his bottom lip and looked straight into my wide eyes as more tears involuntarily fell from them, making him gather both sides of my face in his large hands and lean towards me, his lips gently but firmly pressing against mine. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to believe what was happening, because he was Harry Styles, the valiant, psychotic slave owner… every single thought that I had about him, where I believed he had to hide who he was and how he felt to make everyone believe he was the strongest and most inconsiderate dick in the world… were washed away.

My lips grew cold when he pulled his own from them, and he wiped my last tears away with his thumbs. I went to say something, but my lips were quickly sealed with another one of his kisses.

Then I realized... I had officially found out what an infatuation felt like…

Notes

I just thought my 20+ subscribers needed that chapter after waiting six days. Trust me, I was more miserable than you were. I wanted to write in it for so long and I finally got a chance and finished it 30 minutes ago.

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I STILL SHIP HARSON AND I'M SURE YOU DO TOO.


Kal xx