Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month October
Chicago, Illinois
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Harry told me that he loves me. He loves me. He made it apparent that he felt some kind of love for me but I didn't know he felt as deep for me as he does…

“Y-You want me to?” he asked me. His desperation was obvious, and someone who confesses their love to someone else deserves a chance to exploit it. Tears gathered in my eyes and I sniffed.

“Yes,” I pulled myself up to his chest and tugged my fingers through his long hair, “I-I want you to.” He seemed confused. The way he kissed me moments ago made me think that he wanted to, but now I'm not so sure.

“Parson,” he said sternly, shaking his head and pulling his hands through my hair as well.

I was standing completely naked in front of him, and he's second guessing his decision about taking me, only because I want him to. “Harry,” I was getting angry with him. When he just looked at me, I brought my hands from his hair and placed them on his bare torso.

I then leaned forward and kissed him without hesitation. I didn't want to do this, but at the same time I did. My mind was overruling what my heart wanted as I kissed the man in front of me. Harry pressed my shoulders and retracted his lips from mine.

“I can't force you…” he whispered and I widened my eyes.

“You… can't force me?” I became angry at his words and grabbed my shirt from the floor, quickly pulling it over my head and covering my naked body. “Well, you sure didn't think that the other fucking night!” I screamed at him, referring to the way he abused me in the hallway. His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. “And since you can't force me, then I guess you can't fucking force me to stay away from Louis!” my voice was getting higher than every word as my cheeks tinted red in anger.

Harry's eyes widened and he became a little angry himself. “I can force you to do whatever the fuck I want, Parson. Because guess what, this is my fucking rules, under my fucking roof! And since you don't seem to want to follow my rules, shit is about to get real!” he screamed back at me.

“You just said you couldn't force me into fucking you!” I stomped my foot on the ground and opened his bedroom door, the cold air outside made my nearly exposed body grow frigid.

“Is that what you want?” Harry yelled from behind me, and I turned towards him. He walked right up to me and grabbed the door handle, slamming the door shut and making it hit my back. “Do you want me to fuck you?” his voice was loud, and his face was so close to mine that I felt his deep breaths and the way they shook because of his anger.

“You can't force me to tell you!” I hollered he clenched his jaw and growled at me, grabbing my shoulders and slamming me against the door. Angry tears filled my eyes and he harshly ripped his fingers through my thick hair.

“I can make you do whatever I want you to do. I made you believe that I loved you… didn't I?” he hissed at me and my mouth dropped open.

All of a sudden, my feelings got the best of me and my hand met with Harry's cheek, smacking him hard.

“You bitch,” he mumbled, and the force of my hit made his face turn from me. When he looked back at me, my face paled, but then I realized how much he played me because he actually wanted to fuck me.

“How dare you,” I muttered harshly. I tried to shove him forward, but the strength I once had went away.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grabbed my shoulders again and pushed my down to the floor, making me gasp and him drop down to his knees, “How fucking dare I.”

When he quickly took his underwear off, I realized what he was doing. He pushed the knee-length tee up to my hips and with one slick move, he filled the space in between my legs and I clenched my jaw.

I put my hands on his face and dug my nails into his cheeks each time that he pushed in and out of me. He groaned internally when I widened the space of my legs and he gripped the skin just below my ribcage, pushing and squeezing so roughly that I knew there would be bruises.

I buried my fingers behind his ears and yanked his face down to mine, making him arch his back upwards and bore himself into me. My hips were aching, but he wasn't slowing down. I clawed at every place on his body that I could reach and I felt myself getting close to my climax.

But suddenly he stopped, and looked me right in the eyes. I took a deep breath and pushed him off of me, scrambling to my feet and walking over to the door that had once been opened.

“I don't know why you choose to try and run away. You're never going to win,” I heard Harry say behind me, and as soon as his arms wrapped around my waist, I began to struggle against him.

He let out a mad chuckle and yanked me around the room, pulling me closer and closer to the bed in the middle of the room. He wasn't finished. I yanked my body forward and grabbed a hold of the dresser in front of me.

“Quit fighting against me, goddammit. You know you'll lose!” he yelled, pulling me away from the dresser and making me hit the floor for a second time.

“Stop!” I yelled and he picked me up, quickly taking me by the arms and pulling me close to him. He pulled my lips to his by my hair and licked my bottom lip, his tongue entering my mouth, making me press my hands to his chest to try and push him away.

When the bedroom door slammed open, Harry pulled his lips from mine and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me so close that I could barely breathe.

Tears filled my eyes and my hand went to my mouth as I slowly looked up to Harry. His whole face was red and when he realized that he didn't have a weapon to defend himself, he lost it.

“How the fuck did you get out?” Harry screamed to Louis, a gun pointed straight at his face as Louis walked closer to us.

“You must've forgotten to take the fork out of the cell that Parson gave to me,” he snapped and my mouth dropped. Not because of what he said, but because of the heat rash on his neck from the rope that was hanging from it.

“You son of a bitch!” Harry yelled, and Louis walked right up to us, pressing the loaded gun to Harry's temple and taking me from his grip. He softly pushed me behind him and looked back to Harry.

“Yeah I'm the son of a bitch,” Louis grumbled.

When he placed his finger on the trigger to shoot Harry on the temple, I shook my head and mumbled, “Louis…”

He turned to look at me, and all of a sudden, Harry punched Louis right on the jaw. Louis stumbled backwards, giving Harry just enough time to grab his underwear and slip them back on.

“What did you do to her this time?” Louis grunted, wiping the blood from his lip that Harry's punch caused to rise up.

“Hopefully I got her fucking pregnant. Fucked her hard enough,” Harry chuckled, making Louis pick the gun back up from the ground.

But then Louis shook his head and pulled his fists up, “I'm gonna fight you like a man because I seem to be the only man in this room.”

“Fuck you, Tomlinson,” Harry grunted, punching Louis a few times, but then Louis tossed a few punches in. I couldn't do anything but stand there and watch. I didn't know what else to do. Seeing Louis get beat made me cry, because I felt so sorry for him. He had been beaten senseless in the basement and was still recovering from his injuries, so he couldn't move as fast as he pleased.

Because neither of them were giving in, throwing punches until both of their faces were bleeding, I barged in.

“Stop it!” I screamed, and both of them looked at me. I ran towards them and Louis bent down to grab the gun. He held it tightly in his hand and pointed it towards Harry. But when I grabbed a hold of Louis’ arm, Harry lunged forward and snatched the gun from Louis’ hands.

“H-Harry?” I stuttered, holding onto Louis’ forearm as we backed away from Harry.

“I am sick and fucking tired of letting you live. It finally ends. Tonight,” Harry barked.

Before I could stop him, Harry pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand. Blood splattered on my face and my hands went to my mouth when Louis’ body hit the floor.

I went to start screaming and sobbing when Louis began to choke up blood, but Harry covered my mouth with his hand and held my tightly to his own body.

“It was meant to be…” he whispered to me as my vision became blurred from my tears. “It was meant to be…”

Louis couldn't speak, and his blood covered the floor as I took in everything that was happening. He clutched the hole on his chest that the bullet created and closed his eyes.

I watched his chest as it slowly began to stop rising and falling…

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