I don't think people realize that the repetition in After is part of the plot. The fighting is supposed to keep going on, that's what their relationship is about. But in After 3 it kinda changes.

I should read that

Personal Experience: Chapter Fourteen

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

“Liam, there is something I want to show you, though,” I say.


“Come with me.” Everyone gets up to follow me anyways. I guide them to the basement to show Liam my most prized possessions.

“Are these…?” I nod my head smiling. Liam almost freaks out as he starts to look through my comic book collection. It was the one thing my dad let me take over seas of his; his entire comic book collection. Aside from the ones my sister wanted.

“I think these are the one you’ll really want to see,” I slide out the box that starts the beginning of what I have of the original ‘Detective’ Batman series. As I struggle with my wrist being weaker Harry helps me pull down the box.

When Liam looks in the box his eyes light up more than a little kid on Christmas day, “Holy shit! How do you have these?!”

“My dad started collecting when he was in his twenties; those are the original Batman series, and he has many from issue three hundred on. I continue to collect them, and these next four boxes are all of them. Then I have the series ‘Batman,’ ‘Batman and Robin,’ ‘Robin,’ ‘Nightwing,’ ‘Superman,’ and any that pertain to him, ‘Wonder Woman,’ and hers, and a few Marvel ones here and there,” I smile at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me about these earlier?!” he laughs trying to open one of the comic books.

“Careful with that, Liam! That’s from the nineteen-sixties!” I yell.


“If you want to read them, you’re going to have to be extremely careful or you’ll have to deal with my dad.”

“Your dad?”

“I’d listen to her, mate,” says Harry as I look at him laughing.

Liam and I both take a box of comic books up; he takes Detective and I take Robin. This Robin series is based off of the third Robin, Tim Drake. For the rest of the day Liam is trying to read the comic books he chose, but it’s really just him asking me a bunch of questions about the superheroes. He didn’t know as much about Batman as he thought he did; and since he’s too impatient to know about the Robins I tell him about Richard (Dick) Grayson, Timothy Drake-Wayne, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne, and we watch the two movies that explain Jason Todd and Carrie Kelly’s stories.

“Dick was the very first Robin; whom, anyone who’s either read Batman or has just seen the movies knows that,” I laugh. “He lost his parents like Bruce, so Bruce took him in and he eventually found the Batcave. Tim Drake was the third Robin, my favorite Robin and overall hero; he was the first of the guys to be officially adopted by Bruce. His mother died and Captain Boomerang killed his dad. He has detective skills so great that he deduced the identity of Batman, Nightwing and the second Robin, Jason, all on his own. Stephanie Brown was Robin only for a short while because she wasn’t good enough to be Batman sidekick; not because she’s a girl,” I tease, “But because it was really just too much for her; later, but before the reboot, she dawns the cowl of Batgirl, and is trained by Barbara Gordon herself.”

“What happened to Barbara?”

“She got shot by the Joker, and became paralyzed from the waist down.”

“You really do know your stuff, kid,” Liam jokes.

“My dad gave me all of these; I’ve spent my free time over the many years reading them,” I blush.

“Nothing wrong with that, Colleen,” he smiles rubbing my back.

I smile back at him, “Okay, so Damian Wayne is the only biological son of Bruce. His mother is Ra’s al Ghul’s daughter, Talia.”

“The one from the third movie?!”

“Mmhmm. But there’s nothing to do with Damian in the movie, and there probably won’t be. Anyways, Bruce didn’t find out about him until he was about ten and went searching for Bruce himself. He was trained by the League of Assassins, so he can break someone’s neck at the age of ten.” Liam looks at me mortified. “Damian and Tim never get along whatsoever. Ever. When Tim became Red Robin after the death of Batman, Damian became the Robin to Dick when he finally got the crowl, and he had a lot to learn. Even though he already had detective and combat skills, he lacks the discipline it took to not kill.”

“There is so much I have missed!” After explaining this we watch ‘Batman: Under the Red Hood’ to learn Jason’s story, and ‘The Dark Knight Returns: Parts one and two’ to learn Carrie’s story. When they’re over Liam is completely impressed. “Jeez, if I knew you knew all of this, I would have gone for you.”

“Liam Payne, what would Nicole say if she heard that?” I jokingly scoff.

“She wouldn’t say a thing,” he says grabbing me into one of his bear hugs then kisses the top of my head. “Come on, it’s late, let’s get you to bed.” I yawn as I stand up then we head upstairs.

Harry is still up sitting on the floor reading a few choice comic books. “I didn’t think you’d still be up,” I say.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay before you went to sleep,” he whispers since Niall and Andrea are in the room with us snuggled up together her head on his chest. The others said that Harry and I can’t be alone for a while now. “Come here,” Harry holds his arms out for me. I sit in his lap and let him wrap his arms around me. “I’m so sorry about last night,” he kisses the top of my head gently pulling me into him. I don’t say anything because if I try to reassure him it’s okay he’ll just freak out more. Blame himself more.

“How’s your eye?” I ask.

“It’ll heal. I’ve gotten worse, you know that,” he laughs. I shake my head. “Okay, you get some sleep now.” I look at him, “I love you.”

We kiss, “I love you too,” I reply.

As I wake up this morning I feel better than I have in a long time; it’s the first night I didn’t have a nightmare, just regular dreams. They were still weird, but not scary. When I roll over I see that my floor is empty; no Andrea, no Niall and no Harry. I check the time to see that it’s around ten am, so I decide to take a shower since I didn’t get one last night. Maybe I’ll be able to convince everyone to do something today.

As I head downstairs I hear everyone in the kitchen. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Harry greets me with a kiss.

“Hey Sunshine,” Louis waves from the other side of the counter cooking something on the stove.

“Good morning, everyone,” I smile back at them all. The girls greet me as well then they all pull me into a massive hug. “I think I could get used to this. Waking up to others cooking for me,” I laugh as I walk over to Liam who’s making the bacon.

I snatch a piece from the pile next to the stove, “Hey!” he shouts, “Wait until everything is ready, Missy!” pulling me into a side hug.

“No way,” I tease, “You’re telling that to the girl equivalent of Niall.” After I swallow a bite of my slice I say, “Speaking of, where is Niall? And Andrea, for that matter?” I didn’t realize how hungry I am.

Zayn speaks up, “They left about an hour ago,” after looking at his watch.

“Why did they leave?” I ask shocked and upset. “And without saying goodbye…” I pout.

“They said something about Andrea needing to go into work. Something with the Police department’s computers and software or something.”

“But Andrea told me she wasn’t going to the office during the time you guys were back. She said she could work from home since it was just computer work,” I say almost hurt. “She said she wanted to make the most of the time she has with Ni before you guys have to leave again.”

“I guess they’re making the most of their time together,” says Louis. “Privately,” he winks. “I mean they have been sneaking around a lot as usual, don’t tell me the other day when they were in the pool house they were just ‘talking’,” a devilish grin appears on Louis’ face.

“But it’s not like them to just leave without saying goodbye, or saying they’ll be back later.”

“If you ask me,” says Eleanor, “Maybe Ni just got his feelings hurt a little after last night when he said, ‘I thought we were best friends’ and you just brushed him off, Love,” Eleanor steps closer to me. “I know all of us are pretty close, but you and Niall, you two go way deeper than that. Do you remember when he and Andrea started dating that they got in fights all the time over it? How she would question you guy’s friendship all the time due to how close you are?” Eleanor was right. Niall and I are pretty close, and I didn’t tell him. But Andrea and Nicole; I grew up with Nicole and I’ve known Andrea for several years now. I introduced her to Niall.

“I need to call them,” I head back to my bedroom to get my phone. I call his phone and get nothing then I call Andrea’s and hers is off.

“Any luck?” I hear Harry as he comes into my room sitting next to me on my bed.

“No…” I don’t look at him, “How could I be so stupid? He is my best friend. He knows me inside and out,” I half laugh.

Harry places his hand on my back; soothing me, “Give them some time, Love. You know how Niall is; they’re probably just stretched out on their couch watching sports or a movie to relax, and their phones aren’t around them.”

“I can’t believe I let myself hurt Niall, though.”

“Shh,” he says pulling me into his lap. He kisses my forehead then says, “Honestly, we’re all hurt you didn’t tell us. But we’re not going to leave you now. Not ever. They’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.”

“Harry, I can’t not worry about them.”

“I didn’t say to not worry about them. I said to give them some time. Ni will probably come waltzing right back here tomorrow,” he says rubbing his nose against mine, “He’ll be his happy self once again in no time.”

I sigh, “You’re probably right,” not completely believing myself.

“Did my Colleen just tell me I’m right?” he jokes.

“Yes, yes she did.”

“Something must be terribly wrong,” he presses his hand against my forehead as if checking to see if I have a fever. “No, it’s not that…” he teases. “Must be,” but he doesn’t finish; he just tickles me. He actually tickles me. He’s the only one who has ever done that to me before. I start to laugh hysterically as his fingers go at my sides. It’s been a while since he’s done this to me.

“Stop! Stop! I surrender!” I yell trying to catch my breath. As I breathe heavily Harry and I stare into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” I say.

“I love you too.” He stands up placing his hand out for mine. “Let’s go eat now!”

The two of us head back downstairs with everyone staring at us. “What?” I ask scared.

“What was with the hysterical laughter?” asks Louis.

“I was tickling her,” Harry says smugly about to do it again.

I slide away, “No way! Stay over there!” I joke.

We all eat breakfast at my dining room, and since it’s still raining like usual in London we decide to stay indoors for the day. Liam, Haz and I going back to reading comic books. I go downstairs, with Harry on my trail, to get the next box I need. “Shit, ow that hurt,” I say after my wrist bends the wrong way pulling at some of my wounds.

"Baby, are you okay?" Harry looks up from a Green Lantern comic book.

"No," my arm starts to bleed.

"Oh, gosh, what happened?"

"Trying to lift the box pulled them open."

Harry quickly pulls me upstairs to the bathroom. He runs the water for it to get warm, “Do you have any medical supplies down here?” I shake my head. “Hey, can someone grab the medical supplies from Colleen’s upstairs bathroom?” Harry yells to the others.

A few of them run to us, “What happened?!” Nicole asks.

I answer, “The cuts pulled open when I was getting a box down.”

Nicole hits Harry in the arm, “Why didn’t you take it down for her?”

“She said she could do it, and I didn’t want to argue,” Harry laughs.

"I’ll go get it. Under your sink?"

"Yea," I wince as Harry applies pressure to my arm. When Nicole comes back down she wraps my arm in gauze. "Thanks."

"No problem," she hugs me.

It’s been two days, and no sign of or word from Andrea and Niall. It’s a Monday afternoon, around seven pm, so it’s starting to get dark. I can’t take it anymore, so I decide to go check on Andrea and Niall. To make sure they’re okay, and to clear things up with Niall.

"Baby, where are you going?" asks Harry as I pick of my keys from the kitchen counter.

"I’m going to see if Niall and Andrea are okay. It’s been two days since we last heard from them, and it’s not normal for Andrea not to talk. We talk every single day!" I answer slightly annoyed.

"At least let me go with you?"

"Harry, I’ll be fine, it’s just around the corner," I place my hand on his face. "I’ll call you when I get there," I smile reassuringly at him.

"Okay and when you’re leaving?"

"I will," I reply kissing him.

I arrive at their flat; both their cars are parked outside. I thought A was working? I ask myself. It’s still raining, so I figure they’re probably inside fighting over the Xbox or watching sports. I take my key to their house out, and when I open the. I hear Niall and Andrea laugh, so I walk through the living room to get to the kitchen. I see Andrea sitting on the counter in her pjs drinking wine and laughing while Niall makes dinner, while amusing her with one of his stories.

“It’s very nice to see you two having a ball of a time while I’ve been worried sick,” I say angered.

"Colleen!" they shout.

"So nice to see you!" Andrea quickly hops off the counter to come towards me.

"No, don’t even, if you wanted to be alone all you had to do was just tell me. I think we’re all grown-ups here; I would have understood." I begin to tap my foot and cross my arms.

Niall walks over to us placing his hands on Andrea’s shoulders, “Give us a minute, Love” he says looking at her smiling.

"Sure" she answers smiling back at him. He winks at her as she heads upstairs to her bedroom closing the door behind her,

"Uh… So can I get you something to drink?" Niall asks walking back to the kitchen turning to turn off the stove then taking a sip of his beer.

"Wine please. If you don’t mind."

“‘Course not,” he pours me a class. “Listen, I’m sorry. Yes, we were wrong to just up and leave without saying anything, but please let me explain…” Niall starts the conversation while I sip on my glass.

"Let you explain? Do you have any idea how I’ve felt? After telling everyone I expected you to be there the next morning. Instead you just left, came here, and felt sorry for yourself. Am I right?"

"Colleen!" he yells, "Didn’t you think for one moment about how I felt? My best friend was raped, and she chose not to tell me. No, instead I had to figure it out on my own. Then I find out my girlfriend knew the whole time; since the day it happened. Colleen, I told you everything. I never kept anything from you, and you know that. And the other night you couldn’t have cared less! Don’t make excuses either. I don’t want to hear them," he begins to yell more.

"I didn’t want to bother you guys on tour because I know you guys would have cancelled the rest of it. Disappointing your fans…" I don’t look at him.

"I’d run to hell and back for you. Andrea would too; I’m one hundred percent sure of that. Same goes for the rest of the guys."

"Niall…" I say.

He interrupts me, “No, let me finish, spending these last couple of days with you, seeing how scared you were. Are. I know you said it’s not our faults, and we should stop blaming ourselves, but however, you are my responsibility. I took you out of your home country to move you here and accommodate us; I’m terrified to leave for tour because I don’t want to leave Andrea behind and unprotected. What if that happened to her? Or any of the girls, for that matter? I’m sure the rest of the guys feel exactly the same.” Niall is now crying, and for once, I see how scared he is. How much this has affected him too.

"Niall… I don’t know…" I try to speak again as I got to sit next to him in the couch pulling a him as close as possible to me.

"You’re like my sister, Colleen. You’re all of our sisters. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you. Not now. Not ever," his tears picking up.

"Shh, it’s okay, Ni. You won’t lose me. Not ever, I promise. I have all of you to help me," I lightly laugh. "We’re all family. I’m so sorry for keeping this from you; I just figured if I had to tell you, or any of the guys, you would end up going to jail for murder."

Niall laughs with me pulling himself together “Look at me crying like this. I’m a grown man,” he jokes wiping his tears away. He goes to get us another round of drinks, and I go get Andrea.

"Just so you know," I say when Andrea appears, "I’m still not happy with you two. Just leaving us like that without saying goodbye. However, I will let you two get back to whatever this is. By the look of things, I see Louis’ suspicions have been confirmed, ‘‘making the most of your time. Privately.’" I wink at them just like Lou did to me. Niall has a guilty yet sly grin plastered on his face while Andrea laughs and buries her face into his chest. "I’ll stay in touch. I do want to go out at some point. I think I’ve been in my house too long… We should go exploring or something."

"Sure, just give us a call," Niall smiles letting go of Andrea to hug me.

"Will you answer your phone this time?"

"Fuck, which reminds me, our phones have been in my car…"

"Idiot," I mumble against him, "I’ve been calling like crazy."

"I’m sorry. I guess we forgot about them when we got back here…"

"I wonder why," I raise my eyebrows. We say our goodbyes; and I feel very relieved that we’re on good terms, I call Harry, "I’m leaving now, baby."

"Okay, be careful. I’ll see you soon. Love you.

"Love you too," I smile into the phone.

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Blood Chapter 8: Who’s Your Daddy?

"Stop bouncing so much; you’re hurting me!’ I demand in discomfort as the man’s shoulder digs into my abdomen.

"Sir, yes Sir!" he says with a snarky upturn of a smirk and starts to walk softer; easing the bounce in his step.

I bite my tongue at his response but don’t say anything; surprised at how easily he complied.

A minute of silence passes as he steadily hauls me to the truck; like the predator with it’s ripe prey.

"So, Viddía; How much do you weigh?

-It feels like there’s a hefty feather on my shoulder.” He asks with a plain voice then ends it with a childish giggle; attempting to make conversation.

A second of thought passes, as we get closer to the truck, before I focus on his black leather belt and say, ”Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a lady of her weight?…” I say in rhetoric, denying his attempt at a light conversation; as light as it could possibly be, given the horrid situation.

"… And how do you know my name?" My once cocky tone, having been wasted on him, completely shifts to match my own inquiry as he continues to indulge in a laugh at my expense.

"Who said you were a lady?…" He cracks a witty come-back at me, clearly avoiding my question.

"… Answer me." I state in stubborn dominance, noticing his absence of response; uninterested in his failed attempt at a joke.

He stops in place just a few feet from the truck.

"And just who do you think you’re talking to?” his smile fades quickly along with the fleeting echo of his laugh.

"Just answer my question, monster; you owe me that much!” I blurt out over the minor discomfort still floating around my stomach.

"I owe you nothing!” he growls into the open clearing, becoming irritated.

"-And I am no monster!” he continues.

"Then please; enlighten me!- Explain to me where I come into play, in your ‘pure act of innocence’!?

I mean for God’s sake, you have me draped over your shoulder like some kind of fox-fur throw.

-And your ass has been two inches from my face for the past 5 minutes!” I yell at his back; abandoning my once conceived plan of compliance.

"Oh then by all means, feel free to write a letter of complaint! -Then once you’re done, you can put it in my back pocket while you’re down there!

And don’t play dumb, Viddía, -It’s not attractive.” He snorts in revel; feeding my rising frustration.

"Ugh, well you can kiss my ass while you’re up there, And what are you talking about, psychopath!?

The only one being dumb here is you, for kidnapping me!

… Do you even realize what’s going to happen to you once you’re caught!?

-Or better yet, when my dad gets his hands on you!?

You’re the fool here!

I laugh at you, and your idiotic fallacies!” I hiss at him, the feel of malice and adrenaline crawling their way up my spine yet again.

The man then does something I never would have expected.

He starts laughing; a true gut laugh, from deep within him.

He then flips me over his shoulder and gently sets me down onto my feet directly in front of him.

"Laugh now, while you still can, but you just wait!" I sneer at him, not yet done with putting him to shame.

"Such big words for such a little girl.” He says, clearly mocking me.

With that being said he hooks his left hand behind me to engulf my contained wrists, curls the fingers of his right hand under the left side of my jaw, then drags me in close by his grip on my hands.

He traces little circles on my cheek with his thumb, leans his face in close, and places his mouth on the curve of my ear.

"Never-mind, keep fighting; it’s proving to be quite enjoyable" He whispers slowly, brushing his smooth lips against my skin; his warm breath playing hide and seek in my hair.

"Get off of me!" I say steadily through lightly gritted teeth and yank my head to the side, from his calm grasp; putting a more comfortable distance between our faces.

He removes his right hand from caressing the modest straightaway of my jawline and presses it to the base of my head in exchange.

He pulls my head back close to his, causing a few hairs to come lose from previously nestled behind my ear and settle over my face.

"I said I don’t know what you’re talking about!" I yell in his face through the stray forest of black hair; shaking with adrenaline and anger.

In response he pulls my head in even closer and presses his forehead against mine; his eyes boring into mine.

The once bright green has transmogrified into a deep, beastly red.

Chills spread over me like wildfire released upon dry grass, and my pupils shrink in response to the feelings of inferiority and fear; staring into the depth of his content.

How is that possible!?

Eyes can’t change color that drastically!

He really is a monster… But what kind?

"Get this through your thick skull, little girl; no one is coming for you.

From this day on, you belong to me.

You knew it was coming, so don’t try and fight it now; I won’t let you.

No one will ever find you.

No one will even try to.

You are Mine, Viddía Mailliard.”his scarily calm words play rhythmically to an ugly tune against my eardrum; so smooth and terrorizing, as if he planned out every word and emotion.

Each key word meant to belittle me, and every other meant to show claim over his new property; me.

This is too much, I think I’m going to be sick…

With each specifically chosen word, he drives a crisp shard of glass deeper and deeper into my heart; so agonizingly slow. Such an indescribable shade of pain, to feel your soul being sliced from the cusp of reality.

The gravity of his facial expression alone screams to me that there is truth behind his words.

Somewhere along the way of listening to his personalized dictation of my future, my mouth subconsciously gaped open in desolation.

"They… You’re wrong… They will…" I stammer in astonishment, unsure of what to do or say; all adrenaline having dissipated and all hope seeming to have just stretched out of reach; feeling of numbness.

"Why must you pain yourself with false hope?" Zayn cuts in, coming into view from once behind the cover of the truck, causing the man to pull away almost completely and focus on Zayn as he speaks.

"-You’ve read the contract; so enough with your moronic and pointless behavior, vixen!” He continues to rant.

My insides flip and twist into tremendous knots at the mere realization that his words are directed at me.

You make me sick-You talk so big; with your insults and threats, toying with me as if I were a helpless ant.

But if I had the chance at you alone again, no weapons, I’d show you a few things my dad taught me!

My thoughts go wild at the sound of his voice alone, but all I can manage out is, “What? A contract?”.

The man turns back to look at me with a puzzled look on his face; finally hearing me maybe?

I take his bewildered look as a sign to keep going, “For the last time; I don’t know anything about a contract, or anything you are talking about!” I continue; sinking further into frustrated confusion.

In the very same moment I finish speaking, the man turns to look at Zayn; who is already looking back at him with a worried look.

The man creeps his eyes back to me from Zayn, “The Royal Family Contract… You’re parents never showed it to you?” The man questions in a low, serious tone.

NO! They obviously didn’t!

-I might as well be talking to a brick wall since, clearly,neither of you two oafs are listening!” I say, purely exasperated.

"Outrage! -They broke the rules of the contract, we must tell the…" Zayn begins in a flustered panic.

"No! We don’t!

I broke them too remember?” The man pauses and turns his whole body to face Zayn, yet keeps his left hand still locked around my wrists.

"-And I don’t need that to be brought to their attention.

I’ve waited long enough; she belongs to me, regardless!

I will not wait another six months just to re-claim what’s already mine.” 

"Hey!" I scream, having lost all patience.

They both look at me slightly surprised, though their serious expressions easily shine through the masks.

"I demand you tell me what’s going on or… or… I, ahh…" I stumble over my words having not thought of how to end the threat; my eyebrows molded down over my eyes none the less.

"Or, what?” Zayn challenges with sharp eyes scraping harshly against mine.

The man looks over to Zayn with a crimson glare.

"Enough; let’s go." The man says in a grave tone of voice, directed towards Zayn.

Zayn then turns away from me and immediately starts back towards the truck.

He opens the driver-side door, climbs in, positions himself comfortably into the leather seat, then slams the door behind him.

I now realize the truck is a 2014 Chevy Silverado.

It is lifted about eight inches from the regular stock level and is set upon beautiful 38 inch tires.

The exterior is completely blacked out; grill, rims, paint, tires, accessories, headlights, taillights, and tinted windows all black.

"Wait." I say quietly, no longer needing to yell; given the silence that had quickly consumed the situation and surrounding atmosphere once Zayn left us alone.

The man turns back to me slowly, looking over every feature before responding.

"What is it?" He finally asks in a plain voice, clearly in no mood for tricks or favors.

"What’s your name?" I ask, unsure of myself. I drop my eyes somewhat and zig-zag them back and forth between two thoughts that managed to fully manifest from my mind.

I feel him just standing there looking at me so I look back upon his face.

It seems as though there is a war being waged in his mind.

His mood has completely shifted again and quite sooner than expected, he responds in a calm voice; sweet even.

"It’s Harry." He drops his eyes from my eyes to my mouth and keeps them ingrained there for a fraction of a second, before looking in the direction of the truck.

He pulls me into a one-armed hold against his left side; wrapping his same-sided arm securely around my waist, grabbing into my left hip.

As he begins to walk towards the truck, he pulls me right alongside him; more accurately, dragging.

We reach the truck after a short walk and he leads me to the back seat.

"Who’s the mommy and who’s the daddy?" I saw with a sarcastic upturn of my nose.

"Huh?" He questions is blatant confusion.

"If you’re going to make me sit alone in the backseat like the child, then I want to know; who’s the mom and who’s the dad?” I say as if what I’m referring to is obvious.

"Very funny, smart ass, now get in; I’m sitting in the back with you" he rolls his eyes at my sarcastic statement.

"I’d rather sit alone, thanks." I say in a snobby manner and mimic his eye roll; struggling to climb into the dim-lit back seat before the option of man-handling came up.

"Too late, you practically begged me to!" He winks at me, trying to stifle a laugh.

"God, you’re bipolar!" I growl at him, and struggle further to get in all the while still with confined hands.

"Whatev-Well thanks for the view!

I guess we’re even now; but I’m more than ok with yours.” He jokes, as I realize I just put my butt is in his face.

"Ew. No.

And I’m not cat-woman, I can’t just super-jump into your mountain of a truck!” 

"Wrong DC character, babe" he giggles like an adolescent teen as he places his hands on the backs of my thighs and begins to slightly push in the attempt to help me up.

"Don’t you ever call me that again! -Do you hear me!?” I whip back at him in a harsh tone.

"Just get in before I ‘spank' you!” he mocks me; I can already sense a smile taking form on his lips.

Just bringing that image to mind riles me.

I can clearly remember the feel of his hand, imitating a clap, against my tender skin.

The way he found sick enjoyment in my cries of pain.

How I never had the time to be sore afterwards on account of this strange man behind me coming to my apparent reuse, only to slap me soon after.

Now that I think of it, I can almost feel the soreness coming on now.

Oh lord.

Before I can respond, I feel the man’s right hand guide its way up my thigh to palm my ass.

Right as I’m about to kick back at him, I feel a swift jolt of force.

I flop onto the leather of the seats like a fish out of water; helpless and unaware.

Did he just push me!?

Oh my-he just pushed me!

That dick!

He quickly climbs in after me, kneels over me, then props me up on the leather seat next to him by pulling me up by my shoulders.

He wastes no time buckling me in, and then himself.

I am forced to hunch over slightly because my hands set so awkwardly behind my back.

Zayn starts the engine and it purrs beautifully to a quick and healthy start.

He takes off slowly and begins to maneuver his way out of the field that previously held my only hope of salvation; now lessening the ground between me and my probable confinement.

I look over to the gorgeous, yet dangerously perplexing, man set comfortably in the leather seat beside me.

He is looking forward with a pleased smile on his face and his eyes are shining, having long returned to their glorious versions of green.

He is so close I can practically feel his body-heat radiating off of him and onto me.

As I lose myself in speculation, I don’t notice as he carelessly extends his hand under my gaze and places it on my thigh; the one closest to him.

He squeezes my thigh gently under his large hand, as he must’ve predicted my reaction; my eyes now widened and locked onto his wandering hand.

"-And by the way, I’m the ‘Daddy’.” He finally looks over at me with a devious flare in his eyes, and flashes me a smile that could bring even the purest nun to her knees.

Blood Chapter 7: Lips Of Guilted Pleasure

With each step thrust before me, one after the other, I am losing stamina and focus; exceedingly distracted by the man clamoring behind me.

How is he so fast?

Is he a damn track star or something!?

Go faster Viddía! You can’t stop now; you have a chance! 

I transfer my sprint into a full-blown panic-run, leaving no room for steady emotion nor solid thought; aside from ‘RUN’, screeching through my mind a thousand times over. 

Pushing myself to the absolute limit, my heart is pounding throughout every inch of my body, and my breathe is becoming thick and heavy; the freezing sensation of dry is crawling up the walls of my throat.

My face is beginning to redden under the weather, and my eyes are starting to burn against the wind. 

I suddenly cross my right foot over my left, breaking from the straight away, attempting to shake the man but he is right on my heels; matching my every step, condemning me further. 

He is quickly closing the gap and almost in arms length of me.

He shoots his right arm out for me, but in that same moment I break into the opposite direction; evading his attempt at me. 

Hell, he’s going to catch me! 

Just as I break right, I fumble over my feet, loose total balance, and start to tip over. 

No! No! -Please No! I was so close! 

I feel the man’s fingers suddenly hook around my left arm; constricting into a firm hold as I’m headed for the gravel. 

I’m then torn from all hope of freedom as he, ever so easily, plucks me out of the sticky air like a daisy from plush soil; pulling me back to him just before connecting with the ground, back into my twisted entrapment. 

Damn it all! 

I crash into him like a rag-doll; my whole body colliding with his, resulting in the release of a deep aggravated grunt.

My left cheek slams into the right side of his chest, against the soft cotton of his shirt; thus silencing my verbal reaction. 

Before I have the chance to register the situation, he had stopped us completely in place and is now forcing me a few steps back from him; guiding me by the hand gripped tightly around my arm. 

Just as I look up at him, searching for reason, from the corner of my eye, I see his free hand quickly hooking down at me.

There is no warning, or time to react as his large open palm crashes into my right cheek, then quickly scrapes right off in a forced motion of sheer anger; the sound uttered from the harsh connection is now weaving throughout the monumental trees, climbing up the dense bark to touch the sky. 

Having unknowingly allowed the force of the slap to influence me, I let out a horrid whimper as my head cracks to the side; like that of a porcelain doll, broken from design. 

Focusing on the man’s hand still clamped around my arm, I take my bottom lip in between my teeth and bite down hard enough to take the focus away from the sting burning over my cheek.

I slowly drag my hand up to my face, fondle my heated cheek beneath my small palm, then release my bottom lip to it’s rest. 

My hair is freshly disheveled; draping over my face like that of a midnight sheath to the now damaged, pale skinned, porcelain doll. 

A few small sections of hair are caught between my fingers and under my palm; while others mimic a kite in the wind, lost in the motion of my ragged breathing. 

I break from my once shocked mold and look back up to him, caressing my face; now feeling only pure malice for the man holding a confusingly frustrated expression. 

My eyes are merciless, drilling holes into the angered green orbs of the man that I had once believed to harbor sadness.

I notice as the man stares down at me, every part of him is tense; jaw clenched, and his breathing matching mine. 

After staring back at me for a few moments, he releases his one-handed grip of my arm and pulls me into him; immediately wrapping both arms around me. 

He ties his right hand around my waist and clamps the other, left hand, to the back of my head; snaking his fingers into my hair and loosely forming a fist around the gathered amount. 

He draws my head in close against his chest, leans his head down, and gently rests his left cheek on my hair.

His breathing is wild against my hair; sending a few stray hairs flying in his make-shifted breeze. 

My head is made to follow along with the motion of his chest; plunging inward and outward from the rapid heaves of frustration and oxygen.

He pulls me in so close, holding me tight against him; no room for air, nor possible salvation. 

Is he freakin’ hugging me?! 

I attempt to shift my head to look up at the man, holding me as though I was his anchor; I, lost in his arms, the only thing keeping him from blowing away with the crazed wind.

I am held so close to him that my cheek drags up along his shirt; creating creases and wrinkles in its wake.

He lifts his head from mine, and loosens his duel grip slightly, thus allowing the struggled movement. 

All the while unaware my hand is still glued to my cheek, I manage to gather my senses among the horror and confusion; meeting his eyes. 

When I connect with his gaze, his eyes are already focused on where mine would inevitably reach his. 

What does he want?

I really wanna know why he’s holding me! 

"What do you want from me?" I ask plainly in a firm tone; stronger than I expected it to be. 

His eyes lock onto mine so intensely, it’s almost frightening; they hold what looks like regret, and something else unidentifiable.

It feels as though he is starring into me, through me even, trying to tell me something. 

I need to get him off of me and run… even though I don’t know how much good that’ll do me at this point… 

The hug-like hold is now loose enough to where I can maneuver my free hand up to his chest. 

I tear my eyes from his, having not received an answer, and lower my head, along with the hand from my cheek, to focus on placing both hands flat on his chest; simultaneously dragging my cheek back down against the soft feel of his shirt. 

I start to struggle in place and try to push myself away from him, but he is too strong to even hope to budge; clearly stronger than Zayn by the feel of him, melded so firmly around me. 

"What do you want!? -Let go of me, you crazy man!" I yell into his chest, pounding my fists against him. 

I now begin to jerk and thrash around violently, all tangled up in him, but he holds me in place with ease.

I dig my long, perfectly devious, candy-red nails into his chest, burying them into the flesh hidden just below his shirt.

He pulls me in even closer to him than before, squeezing me against him, to where I can no longer move at all; trapping my hands between our bodies. 

"I said… Get off! Get… Off!" I grunt in desperation from within his strong arms. After giving it everything I have, I stop struggling; realizing just how futile my attempts really are. 

I feel the man loosen his hold on me once my disgruntled fit has ceased, and releases his soft handful of my hair; maneuvering it flat against the back of my head in exchange. 

He then lowers his hand against my head, still lost in my hair, to rest at my neck.

He keeps his hand there for a few seconds before gathering some of my hair into a fist again, though this time into a tight grip.

He pulls my head back away from his chest, while keeping his other hand painted around my waist, making sure to keep my lower half pressed firmly against him. 

My hands rear back, following along with my head out of reflex, as if to guard my face from an incoming fist, like dad taught.

He then retracts his hand from around my waist and grabs both of my wrists into one of his hands; as if he planned it. 

He pulls my constricted hands down in front of my hips before momentarily releasing my hair from his other hand.

He reaches into the right pocket of his jeans, then swiftly reveals a zip-tie as he jolts his hands toward mine.

He quickly maneuvers my wrists behind my back before securing the zip-tie around them. 

He then returns his left hand to my head, but this time softly resting it on the nape of my neck, trapping my hair under his hand.

He brings his other, right hand up to the top of my left shoulder and utters a soft, yet proud “hmph” noise, before slowly gliding his fingers down along the length of my arm; so agonizingly slow, like honey. 

I look up at him, trembling with anger, confusion, fear, and god knows what else having been accumulated over the short time.

He stares down at me from hooded eyes, careless, and turns his lips into a devious smirk.

I can’t hide the shiver that slips out from under my ribs as the intensity in his eyes, and the feel of his fingers against my sheathed skin, tear through me.

He study’s my features for about a minute, soaking In my every essence of life, then reaches his large hand down to encase my hip; having just finished the distance of my arm. 

My supply of oxygen has long since normalized from the run, but my heart-rate is still erratic, reacting to the man’s every motion as he toys with me; dropping my eyes from his face to his right hand, then shooting back up to his face, time and time again. 

He squeezes my hip gently, but firm enough to get a sizable reaction. 

As predicted, I jump from the sudden contact and give him the satisfaction of watching the surprised expression on my face form so effervescently; looking up into his eyes, considering the terrors of what might ensue. 

He releases my hip and brings his hand up to his face, tapping his index finger against the front of his chin in thought; mocking me, as if to declare that he is deciding his next move.

I form my eyebrows into the clear notion of worried judgment as he continues to pound imaginary dents into the smooth skin of his chin. 

I take the slender moment, amongst the multitude of emotions flooding my mind, to finally fully analyze the man. 

He has tanned-white skin and large, brown, waved curls framing his face; the top section of hair is pushed up off his forehead. 

He is so incredibly tall, easily towering over me; just under six foot maybe, while I am only 5’5. 

His eyebrows curve perfectly above his piercing green eyes; indicating every emotion with such simplicity. 

His eyes are a beautiful shade of frightening. 


This is so wrong! -What am I thinking? 

His face is of the heart-shaped variety, with a strongly outlined jaw; very manly, and a trait I happen to regret finding extremely attractive. 

Oh god, why?…

No-Stop Viddía!.. No.

No?… No! 

His top lip is shaped to naturally mimic cupid’s bow, along with the bottom lip following suit; meeting sweetly at the corners.

They are a deep rosy pink and so deliciously full; yet a larger case of slim, like Zayn’s lips. 

How strange are these men? -So beautiful yet so malicious…

I don’t understand-  None of this makes any sense… 

Along the way of getting lost on his mouth, his lips pull back to reveal a perfectly straight, and devious smile; unleashing the most defined and angelic set of dimples I have ever seen. 

Oh… Double wow… 

I realize now that I had glazed over in fascination, head slightly tilted to the right, softly clamping down on the insides of my cheeks in thought; subconsciously pushing out my lips to a small degree. 

Having been caught, I spring my eyes back up to his, wide-eyed like that of an innocent child, straighten my head, and release my cheeks all in the matter of a millisecond. 

He lets out a subtle, aroused laugh as he removes his right hand from his chin and sets it on my back; between my shoulder-blades, held flat. 

I tilt my head slightly to the right again, and cautiously look over his face for any indication of remorse.

There’s nothing but sadistic pleasure on debut, from ear to ear. 

I feel his other, left, hand retract from my neck and creep it’s way to my right set of ribs, but I dare not acknowledge it; in the fear of ‘tempting’ him.

He slowly feels his way up over my right breast and stops at the zipper of my jacket. 

I let out an immediate gasp under his gentle touch.

He shows off a toothy grin as he curls his fingers around the tab of the zipper and takes it with care. 

"Do you always react this beautifully when ‘touched’?

… Has anyone else ever touched you, Viddía!?” His once proud tone turns angry; a strong hint of jealousy embedded in his breathe.

I feel him tense against me. 

"What way? -I don’t know what you’re talking about." I stutter in fragmented strains of thought, not wanting to anger him further by saying the wrong thing. 

"-Just let go of me, you pervert!” I continue; having accidentally allowed the last word to slip off my tongue. 

My eyes widen at the realization of my stupidity, and my pupils do just the opposite; shrinking to a fraction of their original size. 

"What’s this?-a pervert!?" He fires back with wildfire burning amongst the crisp strokes of radiant green. 

He drops his eyes down to my lips, takes the left side of his bottom lip between his teeth, then slowly drags his eyes back up to mine; having calmed tremendously and hired on a new emotion. 

I don’t like that look in his eyes… oh lord..  

"Well I was going to zip it up, because it had fallen quite low during your little flare of ‘disobedience’, but… I guess I could show you just how much of a ‘pervert' I really am, instead…” he trails off, and I see his eyes drop to my chest; that same wildfire returning in small increments. 

I can feel them burning holes into me, in the worst of ways. 

"No!" I simply shout in his face, both angered and slightly frightened at the same time. 

I clamp my eyes shut, twist my head to the right, and set multiple hitches in my breath as I feel him hastily defy me; slowly dragging the zipper down against my skin. 

As he exposes the pale skin of my collar bones and chest, I am riddled with goosebumps and a foreign sensation; never felt before. 

No-oh god, why did I say that?

Stupid Viddía, so stupid; stupid! 

To my surprise he stops just a few inches down from where he started; halting just below the definite outline of my breasts, as well as ending the strange feeling beginning to burn somewhere deep inside me.

Thankfully the jacket remains secure over my breasts, showing nothing other than my prominent cleavage. 

"Hmm? What’s this-No bra?" He sucks in a quick breath, then lets out a swift chuckle immediately after, in mock-surprise. 

"Sorry if I lack the means to impress; if I would have known before-hand that I’d be getting manhandled and kidnapped by your bumbling goons, I would have made sure to put on something real’ special, just for you.” I sneer at him in blatant sarcasm, really putting emphasis on the few key words. 

"I’ll keep that in mind" he mumbles to himself, trailing off again, and releases the zipper. "I’m just surprised I never noticed it before." I continues, in a flat voice. 

"Well I’m surprised my foot isn’t halfway up your a-" I retaliate in a gruff version of my voice, but he cuts me off soon after I start. 

"Ah, ah, ah! -I see you have a problem with your temper; we’ll have to work on that.

A sweet voice such as yours shouldn’t be used in such an unattractive manner.

-But as for this view, I can easily say, I’m really quite impressed, Viddía” he continues to flaunt his words; clearly indicating them towards my cleavage. 

"My only problem is you and your imbeciles. And it’s too bad you had to ‘restrain' me to even see it, you monster!” I say, having been the first, and only, thing to pop up in my mind.

He then moves the tips of his index and middle finger of his left hand to meet with the section of skin just below my cleavage. 

"You’ll come to learn that I always get want I want… One way or the other; always.”  He says in an eerily serious tone.

What a creep!  

He leans his head in close enough to me that I can feel his warm breath dancing over me with each exhale. He then drags the tips of his fingers up along my skin, purposely bringing them between my breasts in the process. 

"You’re a sick man!" I spit in clear disgust.

His touch is warm and gentle against my skin; if not for the situation, it would have been considered romantic, desirable even. 

"I know; I happen to pride myself on it. All the other women had no complaints, they quite liked it, actually” He flashes me a cheeky smirk, along with a wink.

I say nothing, but tighten my eyes on him, disgusted, yet strangely intrigued, by all the incoming thoughts of this monster with other normal women.

Were they even normal?-or like him?…

"And you as well, will also find it quite pleasurable, soon enough…” He says under his breathe, so quietly, to where It sneaks wearily past my ears, without so much as a trace. 

His fingers make their way up my chest, after taking his time feeling his way over every inch of silky flesh.

He then begins to trail his fingers up along the front of my throat and stops them at my chin.

He curls his index finger just under the bottom of my chin and presses his thumb flat against the front, bringing then to a gentle, yet firm, grip; claiming it. 

He uses his grip on my chin to line my head up to face his directly, and gives me another cheeky smile. 

He leans in even closer, to where I can feel the pressure of his breathe solely against my cheeks, it smells of appetizing citrus; unlike the overpowering cinnamon of Zayn’s. 

He parts his lips slowly, runs his tongue over his bottom lip at equal speed, and takes the inner-base of his bottom lip between his teeth.

His eyes shift back and forth between mine and my lips in a very sensual manner, as the smirk quickly disappears; his breath slowing to a concentrated pace. 

My breath slows to match his, not knowing what to do or how to react; I find myself frozen, lost in him. 

Just as he leans in, as close as possible, appearing as though he is going to kiss me, he whips his head back and lets out a deep throaty laugh; having left me struggling for breath and searching for my conscience. 

"Whelp, that’s Enough play for now; It’s time to go” he says plainly; releasing my chin. 

What in the holy hell just happened?

Did I like it!?

Why did I like it!?

Something important must have snapped in my head.

I need a therapist… And some holy water… 

"W-What?" I finally push out in a panicked stutter. 

"Zayn! Pack up, we’re leaving now!" he shouts over his shoulder, never breaking his amused eye-contact with me. 

I begin to hear fumbling in the near background and realize just how far I actually managed to run; which wasn’t very far at all. 

Before I know what’s happening, the man drops down to a squat before me, and thrusts his left shoulder into my waist. 

"Woah! Wait, wait, wait, What are you doing!?" I shriek as he lifts me into the air, draped over his shoulder like a prized kill having just been prepared for the victory stroll back to the truck. 

"Like I just said, we’re leaving.

Do you have problems with your hearing now too?” He says with a clearly sarcastic tone. 

I don’t want to have to deal with Mr. Bipolar anymore, so I’ll give in… for now… Might as well as where he’s taking me, that way I’ll at least know what I’m dealing with… I think.

"Screw you!" I say in temporary defeat, having nothing else at the ready to whip back at him.

When it comes to After, it's good at first. It is a nice decent story. But as you keep reading it keeps having the same theme over and over. He gets mad, she gets sad, they fight and he says he will do better. Every single chapter that happens. It also just keeps going on like this story is never ending so it keeps repeating the same plots over and over.

Oh wow..

Tbh After is just a dumb and pointless story for twelve year olds.

I’ve heard that, I’m not going to comment cause I haven’t read it yet :P

Someone write a oneshoot where Harry and Zayn like you but they never say anything but one day you find them wanking because of a porn video where the girl in the video looks like you and they are moaning your name so you end up having a threesome.

omfg YES

Did the video make you mad?

I haven’t been this upset with life since Serena cheated on Nate with Dan and Serena and Nate broke up

You don’t want my issues

The real question is, how long was that fucking pier

any recent updates on the lake house?

Well I posted part 5 about 2 weeks ago, 6 is coming along(:

At least zayn looked good

Yes I have and there are no words