Harry Styles
Year 2023, Month October
Chicago, Illinois
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“Well?” I yelled at the slave in front of me, curling my fingers underneath his shirt that was barely there to begin with. I hadn't paid much attention to my slaves lately because I have been to focused with Parson, and hours earlier I realized I had too many slaves.

“I-I didn't help her out! I swear it!” he yelped, making me grab the gun off of my hip.

Liam had just got back this morning from a road trip that I put him on and when he checked the surveillance cameras, he told me that a few slaves were planning on escaping since my attention wasn't full on them. So I decided to get the full scoop from the slaves themselves, even though I knew I was going to end up killing them anyway.

“L-Look!” the slave screamed, pointing behind me and towards a woman in black that was making a run for it.

“You people are absolutely fucking pitiful,” I groaned, and without even aiming, I pointed my gun in the woman's direction and pulled the trigger. Not even a second later, she fell to the ground dead and the slave in front of me screamed out.

“No!” he hollered and I craned my neck to look down at him on the ground. “No. I loved her!” he screamed and I furrowed my eyebrows.

“You pointed her out to me as she was escaping, and you knew that I was going to kill her. That is not love,” I told him.

“As if you would know what love is,” he muttered and I parted my lips. “Now I have to live in misery because you're a monster and you killed the woman I loved!”

“Here, let me end your misery,” I whispered to him before pulling the trigger of my gun again and shooting him on the temple.

“You,” I pointed to a man and he took a few steps back. “Don't you fucking back away from me!” I screamed, “I get your full attention when I'm speaking to you!”

He then stepped right in front of me and looked at me with terrified eyes. “If you don't tell me the truth right now, I will shoot you in the heart,” I pressed the mouth of my gun on the middle of his chest and he sucked in a breath. “Who else was in this escape plan?”

“No one, sir,” he said quietly.

“I swear if you're lying to me,” I squinted my eyes and he didn't even look away from me. That's when I knew he wasn't lying. “Today's your lucky day. Clean up these dead bodies or I'll add yours to the pile.”

After I cleared up the mess with the slaves, I put them all back to work in and out of the house. I told them all I would be paying more attention to them than I have been lately, and if they did something wrong, I would kill them immediately.

Their blood better not stain my tile floor.

“Where's Parson, dammit?” my anger was building as I walked the house with Liam. “I swear to fuck if she's in that basement-”

I stopped when I saw the blonde standing on a stool in the kitchen, reaching up to a shelf with cookies on it. Childish perfection, you have to be careful. “Parson,” I said and suddenly she yelped, the stool falling over and her body falling to the ground.

Both Liam and rushed to her, and as soon as we tried to help her, she hit us away and stood up herself.

“I don't need your help,” she shook her and tears spilled from her eyes. “I'll never need your help.” Before I could even say anything to her, she took off running to her bedroom and I sighed, taking off after her.

“Parson, wait!” I wait until she made it to her door and I grabbed her hand, swinging her around to look at me and placing my hand on her chin. “Baby, it's okay.”

“Don't call me baby. I am not your baby,” she said to me, her voice cracking with every word. “I'm no one's baby. Not anymore…” With those words leaving her mouth, she began to sob and she leaned against the wall, leaning away from my touch and wiping away her falling tears.

“Parson, it's over. You have to get over him. He's gone,” I told her, chewing on my lip. I threw his body into the basement last night, and I covered it with a throw by the door. I didn't want his flesh stinking up my bedroom so I moved it right after he bled on my floor. I had to clean up the blood too. Parson watched me clean it up and she wouldn't stop crying while I was.

“He’s gone because of you. Because you're a monster,” she breathed out. I furrowed my brows and pressed my hands to her shoulders. I looked down at her and she stared up at me with her teary eyes.

“Listen to me, right now. He's dead. I can't do anything about it. Neither can you. So the best thing that we can do is just forget about it,” I said and she sniffed.

“I hate you,” she whispered, but I pretended like I didn't hear her.

After we stood there for a moment and I collected myself so that I wouldn't yell at her, I said, “Come on. We're gonna have dinner. I know you're hungry.”

“Considering that I haven't eaten since yesterday morning,” she started, “I'm literally starving.”

We walked down to the kitchen and I made a woman slave make dinner earlier this morning so that it would be ready by the time Parson and I were ready to eat. Parson sat down in the seat across from me at the table, obviously trying to get away from me as far as she could. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the two plates of food from the counter.

When Liam walked into the kitchen I told him that there were more plates of food in the oven. I set her plate of food down in front of her and sat down to eat my food. When I looked up at her, she wasn't eating. She was just staring at the plate with a blank expression - an expression that I couldn't quite read.

“Pars-”

“I can't eat,” she said, standing up and walking out of the dining room.

Goddammit. You're really testing my patience. “Well then I guess we'll go to bed,” I mumbled to myself. After I finished eating, I cleared the table, ridding of Parson’s plate and my own. I know she'll sneak down to the kitchen in the middle of the night to eat this so I'll just leave it covered on the counter.

As I was walking to my bedroom, I became nervous. What I was going to tell her was really breaking my strength and I didn't know what she was going to say. Hopefully it would be a good reaction.

“Parson? I really need to talk to you and you're driving me insane when you keep escaping from me,” I ranted to her once I saw that she was sitting on the edge of my bed. “I need to tell you something, well ask you, really.”

Suddenly she stood up and said, “I have to go to my bedroom to shower.”

“Dammit, Parson,” I grabbed her arm and she ran into my chest. The skin contact between us made me swallow and my anxiety even worse.

“What?” tears filled her eyes once again as I brought my hands to her lower back. “I really need to shower, Harry.”

I sighed. “Well then we'll take one in my shower.”

“We?” she asked, her eyes widening as I took her hand in mine and walked her out of my bedroom. We walked through the door of the bathroom and she gasped when she saw my shower, obviously seeing it for the first time. It was a large walk-in shower, and suddenly Parson walked forward and sighed.

She pulled her shirt off over her head and slid her panties down her legs, making me swallow hard and my eyes travel up her body. “Come on, then,” she muttered as she opened the glass door of the shower.

I quickly took off my clothes and walked up to the shower door. As soon as she turned the shower on, the bathroom filled with steam and I let out a shuddered breath. I stuffed my hand into my blazer pocket and pulled out what was inside before I opened the shower door.

I walked into the shower and stopped when Parson came into view. She was completely exposed before me and I knew that I had her at full vulnerability. We both washed our hair and bodies, and as soon as she was completely bathed and rinsed, I turned to her and she showed me a small lip smile.

Without even asking, I took a deep breath and pulled her close to me. Having her naked and in the light to where I could see her brought joy to me.

So I took her left hand in mine and slipped the ring that I pulled out of my pants onto her finger, my eyes lighting with hope and her eyes filling with tears for a tenth time tonight.

“Harry?” she asked, her eyes glancing at the diamond on her finger, but then looking back at me.

“I-I know that this is strange to you.. but… this is what has to be done,” I said and she began to cry. She took her hand from mine, but she didn't take the ring off. “I want you to marry me, Parson,” I said.

Then before exiting the shower, she looked at me from over he shoulder and whispered, “No. Because I don't love you. You can't marry someone you don't love, or someone who doesn't even know what love is.”

I sucked in a breath and she ran out of the bathroom, making me stand underneath the seething water and close my eyes.

“Fuck!” I screamed, punching the tile wall and breaking open my knuckles. The shampoo bottles fell from the shelf on the wall and I fell to my knees, staring at the drain as I slowly watched the blood from my knuckles mix with the water.

Notes

Well yea.

I thought of a new book with Zayn and Harry so I deleted my short story. After I update in Midnight City I'm gonna post the first chapter of that.


Thoughts?

Kal xx