Harry Styles
Year 2023, Month October
Chicago, Illinois
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“You're so fucking lucky I'm not going to kill you tonight,” I snapped at Louis as I shoved him into the cell he was kept in. I handcuffed him back to the wall and tied the rope to the top of the cell so that it was put more pressure around his neck.

“I would've been more lucky if you did kill me,” he muttered, blood from his nose pouring down his mouth from where I punched him outside.

“But what about your precious princess?” I mocked, locking his cell and looking at him through the bars.

“She'll find a way to aggravate you so much that you'll want to kill me even more than you already do,” he said and I squinted my eyes. “She's a very smart girl. She makes great decisions. For instance,” he took a deep breath, “She's already chosen me over you.”

“Not for fucking long, Tomlinson,” I barked and he began to laugh at me.

“You think she'll love you? She'll never love you! Parson wants me, not you. You're the fucking cunt who keeps taking her away from the things she loves, and the one who keeps touching her in ways that she doesn't like. At least I held myself back. You don't have any fucking will. You're a sick bastard and you've finally showed her,” he ranted and I scoffed.

“Yeah, right,” I shook my head.

“I'm fucking serious!” he screamed at me, leaning forward a little. “I know what you did to her! She has fucking bruises from you! Do you know how disgusted she is in you? How much she hates you?”

I felt anger building inside of me because I knew he was just manipulating me. “Shut the fuck up. I'm sick and tired of you already.”

I went to walk up the stairs to talk to Parson, but Louis spit out blood from his mouth and got on his knees. “I don't know why you try. She'll never fucking love you the way she loves me,” he grated. “You don't even know what love is. You're not human enough to know what the fuck love is.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I shook my head and walked up to the hallway. I sighed and walked into the laundry room right beside the basement door. I stripped my clothes, ridding my soaking wet blazer and pants, along with my underwear and tee.

I closed my eyes and imagined the time I had last night with Parson. To be completely honest, I hated hearing her say that she hated me because I fucked her senseless… but she had to of course see it coming… I ran my hands down my bare thighs and swallowed hard when I felt a breeze in the room, making me tense completely.

“Harry?” I turned completely to the doorway and Parson covered her eyes so that she wouldn't see my bulge. “Uhm… I…”

I chuckled and slipped on some underwear, grabbing her arm and forcing her away from the basement door after she had looked at it. “What is it that you need?” I asked her, placing my hand on the small of her back and gently guiding her back to my bedroom.

“I-I was wondering if I could go to my bedroom to get some clothes,” she whispered and I sighed. “I'm in soaking wet clothes and I'd like to… wear dry ones…”

“Well okay…” I mumbled. I stood by her bedroom door and waited for her to grab as many clothes as she'd like, crossing my arms to gain warmth considering I was only in my knickers.

When I heard a crash in her bedroom, I stood up straight and was about to barge in and ask her what the fuck happened… but I thought about what that dick Louis said and took a deep breath, softly knocking on the door. When she didn't answer, I slowly opened the door and fury shot through me. But then I took another deep breath, even though there was still a confused look on my face.

“What the hell happened?” I griped, looking down at Parson’s bleeding arm and the glass on the floor. “Did you… cut yourself?” I became absolutely furious and she shook her head until she made sure I knew she didn't.

“No,” tears filled her eyes and I relaxed a little. “I tripped over the corner of the dresser, and… When I grabbed the doily on the dresser, it didn't stop my fall and the lamp fell… and it broke. I cut my arm when I fell…” she began to wince in pain and I sighed.

I walked to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit out of the closet. I walked back to where she was sitting on the floor, sitting down beside her and grabbing her arm.

“What are you doing?” she asked and I turned to her, placing her hand gently on her cheek. Her eyes widened at my touch, and I slowly wiped away her falling tears. Fuck she's so beautiful. I don't… deserve her…

I cleared my throat and opened the kit, pulling out bandages and rubbing alcohol. The cut wasn't deep enough for stitches, so all I needed to do was clean up the wound and cover it to stop the bleeding. I could feel Parson watching me as I cleaned up her arm, and once I was finished, I looked up at her and she furrowed her brows.

“I didn't know… you could do that,” she said honestly and I laughed.

“You learn a lot of things when you have to fend for yourself…” I mumbled and she looked down. I knew she was thinking about what I once told her; when I told her that Louis killed my parents.

“Parson I have to talk to you about something,” I said, my tone coming out quick and harsh, making her swallow hard and her eyes widen again. “Let's… go to my room first…”

I stood up and ran my fingers through my still damp hair as Parson walked in front of me. It was silent on the walk to my bedroom. I could tell she was scared of me, and it made my bones ache because I wanted to touch her so bad. I could physically touch her if I wanted to, but I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make love to her.

Parson sat down on the edge of my bed and I sat down beside her. “What is it?” she asked me, making me take a deep breath.

“I don't want you to hate me anymore,” I said, placing my hand on her thigh and making her clear her throat.

“Harry… I'm always going to hate you…” she said to me, honesty lacing her words.

“I'm sorry, but it's always going to be that way,” I felt anger and jealously building up inside of me. “It's Louis… and it's always going to be him.”

Her bravery was making me hot, but my anger was making me hotter than I wanted to be and I parted my lips. I balled my hands into fists, but then I spread my fingers apart and faced her. “But I'm so… in love with you,” I blurted, her eyes landing on mine and my own eyes becoming wide. “I'm obsessed with you, Parson.”

“No,” she shook her head, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.

“Yes…” I mumbled. “And because you're not in love with me, I'm going to make you love me.”

“You can't-”

“I will do everything I can!” I yelled, her eyes searching my face as I stood up. She looked down before standing up beside me and I walked to the front of the room, pacing it uncontrollably and letting out grunts.

“I…” I shook my head and felt myself aching more and more as I looked at her, the tee shirt I gave to her earlier swallowing her whole. Her whole body was glistening from the water dripping from the wet tee. Goddammit. “You…” I kept stuttering and murmuring things to myself to keep me occupied from not wanting to take that tee shirt right off of her perfect fucking body.

She went to say something and I stopped moving, looking straight at her as her blue eyes captivated every inch of my goddamned sanity. No.

“Parson,” I whined, looking down to my hands as I felt myself in need to drop to my knees. She was controlling me, and she didn't even know it. I was literally falling.

Then I was gone. My fuse was burned out. I couldn't help myself.

As if my legs had a mind of their own, they slowly creeped over to where Parson was standing. Her eyes searched my face and my lips fixated into a frown. I placed my cold hand onto her cheek and she didn't turn away. Was… Was she so scared that she didn't want to protest?

“I am so in love with you, baby…” I whispered to her and she licked her lips. I bit my lip and put my other hand on her other cheek, harshly pressing my own lips to hers. It was a desperate kiss, and I needed it. I felt her kissing me back, but my power was stronger than hers and I felt frustrated and angry tears building in my tightly closed eyes. I'll be damned before I ever cry over a woman.

I pressed my thumbs tightly to the lines of her jaw and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She gasped at the contact of our hips and I kissed her harder. I could taste his name on her tongue.

When she ran her hands up my arms and through my hair, I completely gave into her. “H-Harry,” she stuttered through my lips and I groaned, ridding of the soaking wet shirt that was stuck to her body. I groaned again when I realized she had been completely naked under it. She began to cry and I tasted the salt of her tears on my tongue as I kissed her again.

“T-Take me,” she whispered on my mouth and I stopped. “Yes, I-I want you to.” I knew by the way she was crying that she was only taking self-pity on me, but I didn't care.

I was going to make love to her, no matter how much she wanted the other man.

Notes

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