Personal Experience: Chapter Fourteen

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

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

“Oh?”

“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.

“Sorry!”

“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.

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. 

Wow…

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.

Motivation

Tag as sex, high school, teacher, oral

Request: Can someone do a oneshot where one of the boys (preferably Harry, Zayn, or Louis) are your sports coach (doesn’t matter what sport) and you’re doing really shitty at practice because you have a lack of motivation so he takes you to his office and gives you some….

          I was in a funk. Plain and simple. I didn’t want to do anything right now except crawl into bed and pretend I didn’t exist for the moment. But, I had responsibilities to uphold: theater, DECA, but most importantly volleyball. It was my senior year and I was captain. A lot was resting on my shoulders. Did I really want to endure that right now? No. Did I need to? Yes. I walked into the girls’ dressing room and began getting dressed.

“(Y/N), what’s up?” (Y/F/N) asked, leaning onto a locker.

“What? Nothing. Just out of it.” I replied.

“Well, better get back into it before Coach Malik yells at you.” (Y/F/N) replied, tying her shoes.

“Hope he’s not in a bad mood.” I muttered, scrunching my nose at the thought.

Luck was not on my side today. We began practice with suicides. The whistle he blew constantly began to give me a headache. By the time warm-ups ended, my forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat and my shorts were beginning to fold into my asscrack.

“Alright, this is our last game to qualify for states. We need to use all of our assets.” Coach Malik ordered, brushing a hand through his hair. He always seemed to do that when he was nervous.

“Alright, positions.” Coach Malik called out, clapping his hands in an attempt to make us hustle. I took my place in front of the net, waiting for the other half of our team to serve. When they did, it was all downhill for me. I missed multiple volleys and when it was my turn to serve, my aim was so off that I practically hit the net everytime. I couldn’t even spike the damn ball.

“(Y/N)!” Coach Malik shouted. I flinched and looked at him slowly. His jaw was clenched and he was gripping the clipboard very tightly.

“Sit out, you’re not playing in this game.” Coach Malik grunted.

“What?! Are you serious? You can’t—.” I started to say.

“I can and I will.” Coach Malik muttered, pointing to the chair. Fuck, damn it, I thought to myself. After an hour of me sitting in a folding chair resting my head in my hands, coach finally dismissed us. I sighed and headed towards the locker room along with the rest of the girls.

“Except for you, Ms. Miller.” Coach Malik said. I took a deep breath and faced Coach Malik with a smile faker than my stepmother’s new tits.

“Follow me.” He said, starting to walk to my office.

“Should I change first?” I asked, pulling the wedgie out of my butt.

“No, you’re fine.” He replied quickly. We stepped into his office and I sat in the comfortable seat while he stood in front of his desk, leaning back on it.

“(Y/N), what’s up with you today?” He asked with concern.

“My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday.” I blurted. It was true. We had been going out for a solid year. Then he just up and ended things.

“That’s no reason to be —.” Mr. Malik started to explain.

“And you know what the worst part is? The one thing I’ll miss is having sex with him. I mean, he doesn’t have a cock made by Zeus, but I loved that thing to death.” I ranted. I forgot I was in the presence of my volleyball coach and not one of my best friends. I looked up at him and noticed his hard gaze on me.

“You said his….penis….isn’t made by Zeus?” he asked. My jaw dropped.

“That is the only thing you got from my rant?” I asked.

“I want you to give me your honest opinion.” Mr. Malik said, starting to open his button up. His skin was scattered with multiple tattoos. His whole entire right arm was covered with ink. Two wings and a red painted kiss stood out as I roamed his torso. I stood up slowly and hesitantly walked over to him.

“May I?” I asked, bringing my hand up to his skin.

“Absolutely.” He replied, nodding his head. I rubbed his shoulder and trailed my hand slowly down his arm.

“Who is this?” I asked, my hand landing on a girl wearing a beanie. She was wearing a peace shirt with a jean jacket over top. Her hip bones were very prominent and the tattoo stopped at the top of her thighs.

“My ex-girlfriend.” Mr. Malik replied.

“Mr. Malik, why are you showing me this?” I asked.

“Please, call me Zayn.” He replied, his breath blowing down my neck. He reached around and rested his hand on my ass. He squeezed it before guiding me towards him. My front pressed into his hard-on and I moaned involuntary.

“Mr.—Zayn. We can’t.” I murmured, getting frightened but turned on at the same time.

“It’s legal.” Zayn said, kissing the shell of my ear. A shiver rolled through me as I turned my face to his. His brown eyes stared deep into my mine before he leaned in to kiss me. His chapped lips met mine before pulling back, biting my bottom lip and bringing it with him. He let it snap back into place before placing another hand on my bum and bringing us closer. He licked his lips before placing his lips back on mine. My hands rested on his defined pectoral muscles as he stood up. Keeping his hands on my body, he turned us around and lifted me up, placing me on his desk. He leaned me back before rolling his hips into me. I let my head roll back from his lips and I moaned loudly.

“Shh, you gotta be quiet for me, baby.” Zayn whispered in my ear before he trailed kisses from my lips to my neck.

“Well, you gotta stop doing that if you want me to.” I chuckled, my hands going into his soft black hair. I pulled him back up to my lips so he could muffle my moans.

“God, if I don’t get you out of these clothes right now, I’ll rip them off of you.” Zayn groaned, standing up to pull my spandex down. I was commando because that just helped me out better with volleyball. It was a natural thing. I didn’t think that it would be better in the long run…maybe. When Zayn saw this, he whistled.

“Damn if I had known about this.” He murmured, falling onto his knees. He carefully separated my folds with his fingers before taking a long swipe with his tongue. I covered my mouth to muffle the long awaited moan to come out of my mouth. My other hand reached down to grab a fistful of his hair. That gave an indication for him to keep going. He groaned in an animalistic manner before pulling me closer to the edge and devouring me. I yelped in surprise before clutching the edge of the desk, my nails creating crescent marks. His hands trailed up my body and reached under my sports top to grasp my breasts.

“Zayn…I-I-I can’t.” I stuttered, my core starting to quiver.

“Give it to me.” Zayn groaned. With his voice vibrating through me and his stubble tickling me, I jolted as I came, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“No, let me hear you.” Zayn muttered, not stopping.

“Oh my…” I shouted, squealing as I tried to get away.

“You aren’t going anywhere, love.” Zayn growled, standing up and pulling down his pants. He quickly sat me up, turned me around, and bent me over on the desk. He lightly slapped his cock on my ass. I sighed as he filled me up, making me arch my back.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Zayn groaned. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me. They would squeeze my ass, reach around to fondle my breasts, pull me back on him by my shoulders, wrap his hands into my loose ponytail and pull my head back. He couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough. I tried to keep as quiet as possible, small whimpers coming out of my mouth. I had to admit, his penis was shaped by Zeus. It made me fall apart in all sorts of ways. And I could not stop coming.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Zayn grunted, pulling out. He pulled up my shirt and I felt a milky liquid on my lower back. I sighed as I slowly started to stand back up.

“Here, I have some napkins in my drawer, let me wipe your back.” Zayn said, his voice sounding lazy. He walked around his desk, still naked and pulled a napkin out of his desk. He walked back around and made sure you get all of it off my back.

“So…” I mumbled, pulling on my spandex.

“So, the next time you need a cock made by Zeus, you know who to come to.” Zayn winked, pulling up his pants.

“Thank you, Zayn.” I smiled, resting my hand on his shoulder.

“Anytime, (Y/N).” Zayn smiled, kissing my cheek. He nuzzled it and caressed my cheek before bringing my lips to his once again. Our tongues lazily intertwined together before we parted.

“Get outta here.” Zayn chuckled before swatting my bum. I yelped as I walked out the door, laughing and feeling ten times better than I did when I first walked in. Zayn was nothing like my ex-boyfriend, and if he wanted to keep doing this, I would gladly let him galvanize me.

 A/NI had SO much fun writing this, I hope you enjoyed it. Follow me here and give me feedback on it :)

Threesome with Larry?

This is my first time writing anything like this, and English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Also, I’m sorry if it’s kinda long! 

Could I PLEASE remain anonymous? 

Tags: Larry, Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Hotel room, game, truth or dare, threesome, eat out, rough, cheeky, sex, dirty, boy pov, kinky, anal, tease, jealous, friends, friends with benefits, drunk

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Me, Louis and (Y/N) decided to play a little game of Truth or Dare. The other lads and (Y/B/F) went to bed earlier, so it was just the three of us and the alcohol left. We started off the game by doing a few simple warm up dares, but eventually… we started getting bolder and well… friskier.
I cleared my throat as Louis dared me to take a body shot off of (Y/N)’s breasts. After removing her shirt without putting up much of a fight, she sat on the floor between the two of us as Lou placed a shot glass brimming with sour tequila in between her breasts. Being as (Y/N) was rather busty, the little glass was nestled in her cleavage quite snuggly. She sat up on her knees so that we were the same height, and I couldn’t help but stare at the little shot glass.   
(Y/N) put the lime in her mouth and a line of salt just below her collar bone. To say I was excited was an understatement, I was busting at the seams. I hesitated for just a moment, staring down at this beautiful girl in front of me. She rose her eyebrow at me, as if taunting me to take the body shot.
I was drawn from my thoughts as I heard Louis’ voice, “Take the shot. mate… or I’ll do it for ya,” he commented bluntly, staring at (Y/N) hungrily as well.
I immediately snapped back into the moment, leaning over (Y/N) and slowly bringing my lips down to her neck, I playfully let them trail down until I was at her collar bone; without any more hesitation, I touched my tongue to her skin, sliding my tongue over the salty granules, doing a thorough job of clearing them from her body. My hands slowly grasped her hips as to steady myself and I let my fingers travel dangerously low to her backside.
Her breath hitched as I hovered over her body, meeting her piercing blue eyes for a brief moment before making my to her chest. My hands roamed her body, making their way to her beautifully toned stomach, where I gripped her tightly. I buried my face into her cleavage, nuzzling my nose against her smooth skin, I went intentionally slow as I wrapped my lips around the edge of the shot glass. The part of my lips that managed to touch her skin were scorching as I adjusted the shot glass in my mouth and tilted my head back. The harsh liquor rushed down my throat, but the burn was worth it as I continued to keep a grip on her hips, subtly caressing her skin with my thumbs.
I could feel Louis’ eyes on us, and seriously wanted to thank him for this dare. I brought my head back to an upright position as I felt her take the shot glass from my mouth and toss it carelessly to the floor. She smiled at me with the lime wedge between her teeth and I slowly brought my face closer to hers as the sour taste of the tequila polluted my tongue.
My nose traced along her jaw line before I moved to her lips. The scent of her skin made my senses tingle, mixed with the lime that was waiting at her lips.
Slowly, I brought my lips to hers, sucking on the lime as she held it in between her teeth. After teasing me for a moment, she finally released the fruit so that it was fully in my mouth, however, I was still a bit entranced by the feeling of her lips against mine.
I turned my head slightly, aiming toward Louis as I shot the lime in his direction before eagerly bringing my lips down once again to brush against hers. Her bright eyes looked at me curiously as our lips moved in sync, but they slowly slipped shut as she wound her fingers into my hair, tugging gently, pulling me down to the floor so that I was almost lying on top of her. 
I held my hand against her cheek as I explored her mouth with my demanding tongue. After a few moments, I could hear Louis clearing his throat, causing me to reluctantly remove my lips from hers and sit back with a sheepish grin on my face. 
"Hey, why’d you stop?" she pouted, I watched as her chest heaved up and down due to her quickened breathing after our kiss. 
Her eyes looked lustful as she nibbled on her bottom lip, watching me as I continued to back away. She propped herself up on her elbows, her bra strap had begun to slip off of her shoulder, but she didn’t seem to notice, or care enough to fix it. 
"Just being fair, love," I said with a cheeky smile, nodding my head at Louis, "Can’t leave Louis out to just watch all the fun," I winked. 
 
Her eyes darkened a shade as they met with Louis’. The alcohol that was flowing through our veins was enough to throw inhibitions to the side, at the moment, I felt like Louis and I had an agreement of sorts. We could share her… for tonight, if she’d allow it, we could both have her. Although the thought of doing such a thing would normally make me feel uncomfortable, right now, it was exactly what I wanted. 
 
I hopped up from the ground as I grabbed a cup and filled it with ice from the ice maker. I came back to the living room to see Louis and (Y/N) still staring at one another, as I entered the room, they dropped eye contact to look at me curiously. 
 
I smirked as I looked down at the ice, “Ok… you guys have to melt an ice cube, using only your mouths,” I said with a cheeky grin as I picked up a piece of ice and pressed it to (Y/N)’s lips. She slowly sat up, getting onto her hands and knees as she crawled close to Lou. 
 
Louis met her lips with no hesitation, and I saw (Y/N) smiling into the kiss as they traded the ice cube back and forth between their mouths. There was an occasional slurping that I heard as I watched on, longing resonating in my veins. Although I wish I was in Lou’s place at the moment… I was getting strangely turned on by just watching the two of them. Is this weird? Shouldn’t I be grossed out or something? How much did I drink tonight? This can’t be normal. As I heard Jet release a small moan, I decided I really didn’t give a shit.  This  was hot.  She  was hot… and I was ready to see what the rest of the night would bring. 
 || l o u i s ||  
As (Y/N) slowly crawled toward me, holding the ice cube between her teeth, she smirked playfully as her face drew closely to mine. I immediately captured her lips in mine and felt the cool, refreshing chill of the ice cube as her warm lips feverishly attacked my own. We were both sitting on our knees, but I decided I needed to be closer to her, so without warning she let out a little squeal as I swiftly picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, making her sit on my lap. 
I was on fire as I felt my hands caressing the bare skin of her back, only her bra strap interrupting the smoothness. My fingers lingered on the clasp for a moment as I waited for her to object, however, she just smiled wickedly at me. The ice cube had grown significantly smaller, but was still present, she had it in her mouth, making her cheek poke out as she turned to look at Harry, who happened to have an extremely lustful expression. 
 
After he realized that she was motioning toward him to come over, he quickly crawled up to us, sitting on his knees behind her. She leaned back, ice cube still in her mouth and looked at him seductively; after a few moments, Harry got the hint, bending his head down so that his lips tangled with hers. They swapped the ice cube back and forth, all the while, (Y/N) was still straddling my hips and my hands were still resting against her bra clasp.  
It didn’t even feel like we were playing a game anymore; I watched on, my mouth hanging open slightly as I stared in awe at (Y/N)’s beautifully exposed neck. She was leaning back so that she was almost kissing Harry upside-down and I felt myself getting more excited by the second. A moan slipped through her lips, immediately breaking me out of my trance; I leaned forward pressing my lips to her throat, sucking her skin in between my teeth, nibbling gently. 
 
I met Harry’s eye for a moment, and noticed the subtle nod he gave me, as if agreeing that this was definitely an opportunity we should take. I felt for this girl, and I could tell he did too, I’m not sure if it’s love… but I know we both want her. When it came to (Y/N), I never knew what I was going to get. She was so open to trying new things, from having sex with her in a stairwell to fingering her under a blanket in front of our friends, to a threesome. Well… that escalated quickly. I licked the top of her chest once more, tasting the remnants of the salt she’d placed along her collar bone during Harry’s dare. The taste seemed to add to my excitement for some reason and I moved my lips down her throat until my face was nuzzled in her breasts, casing her to tremble slightly in anticipation. 
 
This is breaking all of the rules that society has tried to instill in our minds, but maybe for tonight… we could forget about what’s wrong and what’s right. Maybe tonight we could both make her happy, and we’ll deal with reality in the morning. 
 
 || (Y/N) ||  
 
The amount of alcohol I had been consuming all night was giving me a feeling of invincibility. I know I was behaving more boldly than was typical of me, I could see it in Louis eyes as I stradled him, pushing my chest against him, and nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck. He stiffened slightly and I looked up to give him a questioning gaze; when I tried to catch his eye, he seemed to be focusing on someone else, someone behind me. 
 
Like I said, the alcohol was turning my reservations to zero and throwing all of my inhibitions out the window. So when I felt the presence of someone behind me, I wasted no time in leaning backward in order to connect my lips with his. I was only in my bra, I could feel Louis’ hands gripping my hips tightly as he subtly ground his crotch against mine, the gentle sensation stealing a breath from my lungs and a moan from my lips. 
 
I turned slightly, my lips still attached to Harry’s, and felt a shiver as Harry or Lou, I’m not exactly sure which, ran their finger underneath my bra strap, resting their fingertips upon the clasp. There was hesitation in their movements, and by this point I realized it was Lou because Harry was using his hands to gently grip my face as his mouth passionately explored my own. 
I pulled away for a brief moment, smirking as I saw Harry’s pout and faced Louis, “It’s okay,” I whisper reassuringly. The courage running through me because of the alcohol is the reason I was letting this happen, the strange thing was, I knew it was happening, I felt slightly weird about it… but I did NOT want it to stop. No matter how much I battled within my mind, trying to convince myself to end what was happening, I couldn’t. I wanted it too much… I wanted THEM too much… both of them… and in all honesty, I’d never had a threesome before, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious. 
 
Any other time it felt like I was choosing one over the other, but tonight… tonight felt different. They seem to have come to a mutual understanding, and I felt slightly guilty that this might be weird for them, but I was too selfish to stop. If they weren’t going to stop, then I sure as hell wasn’t going to. 
 
Louis easily flicked his finger, unhooking the bra clasp and slowly slid the straps down my arms, leaving me completely exposed. Harry had taken to leaving me love bites along the back of my neck, leaving a trail of kisses down my shoulders and across my back. My eyes locked with Louis, his eyes were smoldering as they studied me; slowly drifting lower, I watched as his eyes studied my lips, then felt a warmth in my belly as I watched him stare blatantly at my breasts, licking his lips quickly, lust coming off of him in waves. 
 
I was still straddling him and Harry was still sucking on my neck, so Lou placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder to stop him, before standing up causing me to buckle my legs around his waist as he turned toward hallway, steadily making his room into the back bedroom. At first Harry’s eyes darkened and he looked laced with aggravation, but I reached out, grabbing his hand to pull him along behind us. My eyes never left his and I shuddered as I watched him absentmindedly suck his bottom lip in for a few seconds, nibbling it lightly before releasing it again.  
Louis laid me on the bed, as he climbed along on top of me. His hands traveled up my body, followed closely by his lips. My hand was still holding Harry’s as my back hit the mattress. I stretched my arms up over my head, feeling vulnerable to these two boys, but trusting them with my body much more readily than I was willing to trust them with my heart. 
 
I felt Harry grasp my other hand, holding them together as he pressed them down to the mattress. His green eyes were traveling my body and I looked up to meet Louis’ blue eyed stare when I felt him sitting on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips as he leaned down to my ear, “Do you want this… is this what you want?” he whispered in a thick voice, allowing his lips to brush my ear gently. 
 
My words were trapped in my throat, and all I was able to utter out was a jagged moan of approval as his hands found their way to my chest, massaging my breasts, teasing me. I looked up at both boys who were hovering over me, and watched them as they looked at one another; they seemed to be having a silent conversation and I watched on curiously as they seemed to come to a mutual agreement. In the blink of an eye, Louis’ had climbed off of me and was backing away; I was about to jump up in protest, but felt the resistance Harry was causing when he never released my arms from over my head. 
 
I watched as Louis walked toward the door, feeling anxious that he was leaving, though I may have been drunk, I was still very aware of what was happening. I struggled for a second under Harry’s grip, and immediately relaxed as I watched Louis close the door smoothly and felt a little thrill when I heard the popping sound the lock made as he pushed it into place. 
 
The atmosphere was a bit awkward at first, I mean we’re not porn stars, so we weren’t exactly sure on how to go about getting started, however things slowly began to fall into place. I was lying in the middle of the bed, half naked with Harry restraining my wrists and Louis slyly reaching his hands up my skirt. His warm fingertips crept up my thighs as he grabbed a hold of my underwear, pulling them down with ease. Harry leaned over, finally releasing my wrists as I felt him gently fondle one of my breasts as he pressed his lips to mine. 
 
We immediately deepened the kiss, and I placed one of my hands into his hair, tugging the curls gently as I felt Louis unbutton  my skirt and begin to slide it down my hips. I smiled into Harry’s kiss as I heard the woosh of the piece of clothing and the plop it made when it hit the ground as Louis hastily threw it over his shoulder. 
 
I couldn’t believe I was lying here, beneath these two beautiful men. Two guys that I had always joked about f*cking with friends, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine what was taking place right now. Seriously, what is air? I’d really like to know. 
 
"You’re so f*cking beautiful," Louis whispered as I felt his hands travel up my thighs once more, and I gasped when they made contact with my most sensitive area. He rubbed me gently for a few minutes, causing my to wriggle my hips against his fingers, and then I all but yelled out when I felt the hot breath of his mouth as if fanned against my center. 
Harry’s lips had left mine at this point to kiss along my neck once more, and he still gripped and massaged my breasts as he nipped and sucked at my skin. My eyes were squeezed shut as I tried to comprehend the four hands that were touching me, groping me… teasing me. I sighed breathily as Louis warm tongue flicked across me, delving and exploring my body in entirety as I continued to wriggle around in pleasure. I bit my lip in order to keep the sounds threatening to tear out of my throat under control. 
I had to find something to do with my hands, I just had to or I was going to start screaming at the waves of bliss flooding my body due to Louis’ expert tongue and Harry’s roaming hands.  
I took a second to focus on my surroundings, Louis was between my legs and Harry was kneeling on the ground over the edge of the bed, plastering wet, scorching kissing along the parts of my body he could reach. My eyes darted between the two of them in awe, how they attempted to stay out of one another’s way in order to work together to make this as comfortable for me as possible. 
 
I turned slightly, locking my thighs around Lou’s head so that he was pretty much my prisoner, but he didn’t seem the least bit bothered as he continued working on me down below, adjusting his position so that he was comfortable. As I turned, Harry began to stand up and I gripped his shirt tightly, trying to get him to tug it over his head. I’m not going to be the only naked one… damn boys think they can get the chick naked and then prance around fully clothed? Sorry, no. 
 
As Harry pulled his shirt over his head, my fingertips immediately reached for the buckle of his jeans; undoing the button and pulling the zipper town quickly, I looked up at him, hinting at him to pull his pants down, and he quickly obliged. 
 
Within a matter of moments, the realness of the situation grew, as Harry was now standing next to the bed, just as nude as I was, “Come here,” I demanded in a whisper as I placed my hands on either side of his hips and tugged his hesitant body toward me. 
 
Before he could object, I took his width into my hand, pumping it up and down for a few moments before opening my mouth and wrapping my lips around the hard shaft. Harry made a choking noise which almost made me laugh, as I began sliding my lips up and down him. He leaned over the side of the bed, resting one of his hands over my head and the other across my body so that he could steady himself as I moved him in and out of my mouth. I smiled as I heard him slipping little mumbled curses under his breath, obviously very turned on by the situation. 
 
Louis nestled in even more deeply between my thighs and I felt my body trembling at the sensations he was bestowing up on me. It was a sweet torture, he’d bring me to the edge by continuing one move, then as my moans grew frequent and quick, giving myself away, he’d immediately change the direction and speed of his tongue. So, although he was being a bastard, it was the most amazing foreplay I’d ever been subjected to. I continued working on Harry as I felt Louis’ hands sneak up my body, cupping my breasts tightly, leaving teasing sensations in that area as well. 
 
I could feel Harry’s body tensing as I continued to grip his hips tightly, and he continued thrusting into my mouth. “Ugh, I’m going to come, Jet,” Harry warned me as I felt his member begin to pulse as it struck the back of my throat repeatedly. He pulled out immediately, finishing on the sheets that were hanging over the edge of the bed, groaning enthusiastically as he took his hand and stoked my cheek softly. He got down on his knees so that he was level with me and rested his chin on the bed so that our noses were touching slightly. 
 
He smiled warmly at me, before tilting my chin up to meet his lips, rewarding me with a wet, needy kiss. Once his mouth released mine, I touched my finger to my bottom lip, knowing they were probably passion bruised, based on how red and swollen Harry’s looked at the moment. That had been the most intimate thing Harry and I had done thus far, and the nice thing was even though Lou was obviously there as well, it still felt very intimate with Harry. 
 
I felt Louis climbing up from between my legs, and I shivered as his hot breath closed around one of my breasts, and he began sucking gently; Harry took his hand to swipe a stray piece of hair away from my forehead, and I smiled at him as I stretched my arms downwards, fumbling with the buckle of Louis’ jeans, being as he was the only one who was still clothed. 
 
In a sexy maneuver, I watched as Louis held himself up on one hand, reached back over his head to grip the back of his tee shirt, and tugged it roughly over his head in one swift motion. His hair was sticking up and I immediately began running my hands through it, pulling gently as he stared down at me. The boys made a silent agreement to switch positions, and I was startled as I felt strong hands pick me up and spin me around. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I was facing Harry. Seriously… they seemed pretty good at this threesome situation… was this something they did regularly.. or…?  
Harry was standing next to the bed holding me tightly against him as my legs wrapped around his waist. I wiggled against him; I could feel that I was really wet, and that was probably thanks to Louis. I looked over my shoulder to see Lou, kicking his pants into the corner of the room, and gulped when he tugged down his boxers, not bashful at all about the situation. 
 
"You two seem extremely comfortable with this," I commented as Harry bent his head forward, connecting his lips to the sensitive flesh of my neck and I leaned my head back as I moaned out a few expletory words. I felt two more hands snake around my torso, immediately groping my breasts. Harry’s hands were holding me up against him, and squeezing my bum, so I relaxed backward, falling into Louis’ arms. 
 
"Well, love, you only live once right? May as well get the ‘hot kinky threesome’ kicked off the bucket list," Louis quipped as he withdrew me from Harry’s arms, only to turn around and playfully toss me onto the bed. 
 
"Louis!" I pouted as the two of them quickly swarmed me. Not that I was complaining though. Louis positioned himself at the head of the bed, and after leaving me with a long open mouthed kiss. I smirked at Lou as he motioned for me to crawl up to him. I took it upon myself to crawl between his legs, and taking him into my hands. My lips slid from his lips, down his neck, and I even left soft kisses along his chest as I gently stroked him. 
 
I was positioned on my knees with my ass in the air, obviously quite an exposed position, and when I looked over my shoulder to see Harry staring at me I realized he was touching himself at the same time. I motioned for him to join us and the weight of the bed shifted as I felt him climb up behind me, as he rest his hands on my hips. He teased me a little, using his fingers to reach between my legs, preforming a gentle flicking motion. I shivered and moaned as I leaned forward to press my mouth against Louis’. His eager acceptance of my kiss distracted me as I released moans into his mouth. 
 
After a few more seconds of playing with me, Harry leaned over my body, kissing my shoulder, “Are you sure you want this, love?” he asked gently as he swept my hair to my opposite shoulder so that he could leave a love bite on my neck. I nodded adamantly and offered him a whimper, since my lips were still tangled up with Louis’, I wasn’t exactly capable of speech at the moment. Harry left a lingering kiss on my left shoulder blade as I felt him position himself at the my entrance. I think he could tell that I had tensed in anticipation, because he still managed to rub me gently, forcing me to relax. 
 
As soon as I had relaxed in his arms, he eased himself into me, the width of him immediately making me moan, “Oh God… Oh God Harry,” I mumbled as I felt his arms wrap around my body so that he was cupping my breasts. He continued to slide into me slowly until he was at the hilt, and then I shuddered as he pulled out only to trust into me once more. 
 
My breath was caught in my throat as I looked deeply into the blue eyes belonging to the boy who was sitting directly in front of me. I had my fingers wrapped around him, and although it was strange to think that I was being pleasured and moaning because of someone else, his eyes didn’t portray any disapproval. I kissed him roughly, getting more turned on by the second as Harry gripped my hips tightly, thrusting into me deeply before pulling out and doing it all over again. 
 
Harry was breathing harshly over my shoulder, still squeezing my breasts and massaging them with his fingers as I continued making out with Louis and stroking him gently. I reached behind me, interlacing my fingers with one of Harry’s that was resting on my hip, he immediately squeezed my hand back as I felt him lean over, kissing my shoulders, back and shoulder blades, all the while still keeping his thrusting at a steady pace. 
 
"Do you realize how fucking hot you look right now, Jet?" I heard Louis ask me curiously, his voice unusually low and husky. 
 
I opened my eyes, only to see him studying me intensely. I tried to keep my face expressionless, suddenly feeling self conscious, but failing as Harry delivered a hard thrust that sent me into a trembling mess as I bit my lip gently. 
 
I decided to talk in order to distract myself from the amazing sensations happening all over my body, “You don’t find this awkward, though?” I asked him, sounding out of breath and trying to hold back a smirk as Harry peppered more kisses against my neck.  
Before I could hear Louis’ answer, Harry grabbed a hold of my chin, turning my face to the side attacking my lips in a steamy, messy kiss. My response was immediate as I straightened up, we were both sitting up on our knees and Harry was kissing me as he held me tightly around the waist with one hand, and let the other grope my breasts before venturing down to rub me between my legs. 
 
My body quivered violently under his touch and I reached my hands behind both of our heads, locking them behind his neck. We were doing all of this right in front of Louis, and butterflies attacked my stomach at the exposed view he must have been getting; I peeked one eye open to look at his face, but rather than sadness or disgust, I witnessed the face of someone who looked awestruck as he stroked him self up and down, getting off to watching Harry pleasure me. 
His eyes met mine and I closed them once more as Harry’s fingers made me start shaking out of control. I moaned and squeezed my legs together around Harry’s hand as I felt like flashing lights were exploding in my brain. He could feel that I was almost there and so could I as my walls clenched around his member which was still buried deeply within my body. He delivered three additional strong thrusts and my body crumbled into a million pieces right in his arms. 
 
A mixture of screams and moans tore from my throat as I rode the orgasm out, my cheek was resting against his, and I could feel the sweat pouring off of him as he kept up the handiwork, kissing me deeply as he slowed his thrusting to a stop. 
 
I sucked in a deep breath of air as Harry released me and gently lowered me down so that I was in Louis’ arms. A smile of contentment formed along my lips and I opened my eyes to look up at Louis as he smirked down at me. 
 
I licked my lips as I stretched my neck to reach his mouth, “It seems like you’re the only one here who has yet to get off,” I whisper cheekily as I grip him tightly in my hand once more and deliver a soft kiss to his lips. Harry was leaning over, resting his head in my lap and I reached down to run my fingers through his hair, which is something he obviously approved of because he kept getting little goose bumps along his arms that I could easily spot. 
 
Even though I’d just gotten off, as I stroked Louis, squeezing him gently and making him turn to putty in my hands, I was immediately ready for another go, “Take me,” I whispered to him as Harry nuzzled his face between my breasts and proceeded to trace his fingers along my abdomen, giving me chills. 
 
Louis wrapped his arms around my waist, immediately flipping me over onto my back, and wasted no time before he brought my legs up so that they were resting against his shoulders. He lowered his lips to kiss mine for a few seconds, giving no warning as he slid into me in one quick motion. I groaned out loudly, begging for more as he slammed into me, holding my legs up tightly so that he could reach deep within me. His breathing was harsh and I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. He thrust into me fast and furiously for a few continuous minutes, honestly after a while I realized I was unable to keep track of time whatsoever. I was too busy basking in this endless orgasm, sorry… no time to check my watch. 
 
Louis kissed the side of my head before pulling out of me just long enough so that he could position himself beneath me. Harry watched us with hunger in his eyes at the foot of the bed, and I moaned as I sat on Louis’ length, and he immediately made me scream by thrusting up into me fast and hard. I gripped his shoulders tightly as he squeezed my hips, helping me to ride him by moving in sync with me as I bounced atop of him. 
 
I reached my hands up, stretching my body as I swiveled my hips back and forth on top of Louis. The subtle change in motion and direction caught him off guard, causing him to moan my name loudly as he looked up at me with lustful eyes. 
 
I felt Harry wrap his arms around me, cupping my breasts tightly as he leaned my head back to suck my neck. He was standing on the side of the bed, nibbling my ear gently as Louis proceeded to move with in me.  
I was breathing heavily and let out a startled yelp as Harry pulled me off of Louis; he had fire in his eyes as he wrapped my legs around his waist again, and smashed his lips against my own. 
 
"I’ll just wait here then…" Louis said dryly as he sat up on the bed, watching on as Harry pushed me forcefully against the wall. Geeze guys, I only have one vagina… is it really that hard to share? Not that I was complaining… I kind of liked the way they kept tossing me around… sure I’m all for feminism and respect, but there was just something undeniably hot about being treated like I weighed nothing as they battled for my body and stole me away from one another. 
 
I wrapped my arms around Harry’s neck and moaned loudly as he easily entered my body without even using his hands to guide himself. He spent a few minutes pushing in roughly and pulling himself all the way out before doing it again. Every time he did it, it made my body shutter and my toes curl. 
 
He finally got a new momentum going and I watched him in fascination as his face morphed into expressions of pleasure and he bit his lip to keep himself under control. I, in fact, loved it when men were vocal in bed… as long as they weren’t trying to give me dirty talk, l loved the little noises they always made as well as the moans they so desperately tried to hide. 
 
Harry picked me up from the wall, turning me when I felt a new presence to the side of us. Louis stood there with an unsure look on his beautifully sex-flushed face, “(Y/N), do you want to try… you know…” he trailed off, as he motioned toward my backside. 
 
Harry was still relentlessly f*cking me however, so it made it a little hard to understand what Louis was talking about, “W-What?” I asked in a breathy voice, holding back a moan as Harry leaned forward to kiss my neck again. He really seemed to be in the zone. 
 
Louis tapped Harry’s shoulder to get his attention and whispered something to him, immediately making Harry come to a stop; his eyes widened slightly but overall he looked a bit curious. 
 
"What-What is it?" I asked, still out of breath, but eager for him to continue as I wriggled around on his shaft. 
 
"Just relax, okay Jet?" Louis asked softly, sweeping my hair over my opposite shoulder once more, kissing the opposite side of my neck that Harry was at the moment. MY eyes slipped shut as I licked my lips, enjoying the moment.
Louis pulled away from my neck to look me in the eye, “If you want me to stop, I will,” he said hesitantly as he came to stand behind me, gripping me around the waist. At first I didn’t understand what he was doing until I felt him brushing his shaft against my bottom and I immediately tensed, straightening up in Harry’s arms as I gave them an alarmed look. 
 
Initially, I was going to blatantly object, however, as Harry kissed my lips softly and Louis caressed my breasts gently and kissed my shoulder from behind me, I knew that if I ever wanted to experience this, then now would be the time. I trusted these two… I was safe with them. 
 
I let out a shaky breath as I tried to loosen up again, “O-okay…” I whispered, “but… I’ve never done that before… please be go slow,” I almost begged him, feeling a little scared about the situation. 
 
"It’s ok babe… we’ve got you," Harry assured softly as he stroked my cheek softly before capturing my lips in a deep kiss. 
Harry continued thrusting once more as Louis searched his bags for something and came back to stand behind me, “This might be cold,” he warned before gently stroking a cold, wet substance against my backside and slowly inserting his finger into a place I’d rather not think about. 
 
I’m all for sexual experimentation, but anal sex was just something I never found very appealing. I suppose it’s because I’d heard too many failed attempts regarding the taboo act from some of my friends, but regardless, it was just something that I considered a little gross and unnecessary. However, being as I was already f*cking two guys at once, I guess it’s not time to act like a prude. 
 
I took in a deep, shaky breath as Louis continued to loosen me up using his fingers, “Holy shit this is going to be… tight,” he mumbled almost sounding unsure of himself. 
 
I couldn’t help it, the comment made me laugh… and laugh… and laugh. In fact, I think I was getting a little slap happy. 
 
 Hic.  
 
”Leave it to you you to find something hysterical enough to give yourself hiccups at a time like this,” Harry mumbled against my chin.  
 Hic.  
I giggled for a second, as I felt Harry slowly begin to thrust within me once more. It was quite strange, when he’d stop thrusting and just hold me against him, it’s like I’d forget he was even inside me… but then every time he started up again it was just like…  holy shit . 
 
 Hic.  
 
My backside was however, experiencing some pleasant sensations, so I just tried to focus on that, willing the damned hiccups out of my lungs. 
 
I watched Harry as he walked to the bed, lying down on his back, with me still sitting on his shaft. It was quite wonderfully awkward if I’m being honest… Obviously sex is amazing, but in order to attempt our current experiment, Harry’s role just consisted of… well, to put it bluntly, his role was to  fill me   while Louis tried to ease his way in…  elsewhere . Like I said… awkward… but nice. Don’t judge me. 
 
 I felt Louis’ gentle hands on my back as he pushed me down, giving himself access to my most intimate areas, while Harry wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. I tensed immediately as I felt the tip of Louis’ length pressing against my backside. Although he was going incredibly slow and had the help of lube, I still felt the uncomfortable pressure against my bottom. 
 
I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered slightly as I felt him force his way into me, little by little. 
 
I buried my face into Harry’s chest and I felt him caressing my back, trying to comfort me, “Lou go slow… be careful.” Harry whispered as we continued to just sit there while Louis continued pressing into my body further. 
 
Louis’ hands were attempting to hold me completely still as he pushed further, causing my breathing to quicken. The discomfort was slowly turning to actual pain. Ugh, why did I agree to this again? Little pathetic noises left my lips as he continued pushing in a little at a time, always stopping for a moment, allowing me to adjust. 
 
"It hurts," I mumbled softly, trying to keep my emotions under control. 
 
Despite Lou’s gentleness, I could feel tears in my eyes as the pain got worse the deeper he got, “Lou she’s crying,” Harry said in a worried tone. 
 
"Distract her, mate," Louis replied in a strained voice. Harry immediately pressed his lips to mine, his open mouth absorbing all of the whimpers that were sneaking out of mine. 
 
"Shhh… shhh, baby… shhh" Harry cooed into my ear, making me smile. I’m not usually one who is into pet names, but when he said it, it sounded so sincere and… natural. 
 
I kissed him back hungrily as he sucked my bottom lip into his warm mouth, nibbling it gently. 
 
I could still feel Louis’ painful entrance as he slid deeper into me, but as Harry wrapped me in is arms with such passion, it was easy dismiss the pain. 
"Holy Fuck," Louis exclaimed loudly as he finally managed to get himself all the way into me. I was holding my breath, trying to relax myself, squeezing my eyes shut as my breath hitched. After a few seconds of no movement by anyone, the three of us sort of sat lay there in an awkward (Y/N) sandwich situation. After several seconds passed, Louis moved some of my hair of my shoulder, "Are you alright, Jet?" he asked, his voice still sounding strained. 
I nodded my head and slowly opened my eyes to see Harry’s emerald eyes staring back at me with concern. His brow was furrowed as he studied my reaction; the tension immediately left his face as he I gave him a smirk and took my hand, putting it behind me to wrap it around the side of Louis’ face, “I’m fine… how are you doing Lewis?” I asked him with a smirk, hinting toward his pained voice. 
 
He chuckled softly as he kissed my shoulder, “I told you… it’s f*cking tight. Pretty sure you’re not the only one in pain here,” he replied with a wink, making me laugh, and instantly relaxing me even more. 
 
I released a shaky breath, “Let’s do this,” I said lightly as I felt Harry prop himself up on his elbows. We took a few seconds to get the hang of it, but after a few minutes of listening to each other and adjusting our positions, we finally were able to get into a rhythm that kept us perfectly in sync with one another. 
 
The initial pain in my backside was long gone and the sensations that came with the double penetration were reaching heights only describable using stars, rainbows, and unicorns.  
As Lou and Harry alternated their thrusting pattern, a new thought came to my head, making me laugh. The guys looked at me with their eyebrows raised and I buried my face in Harry’s chest once again to compose myself. 
 
“Miss (Y/L/N), would you like to share with the rest of the class what you think is so funny?” Louis asked in a tone coated with false authority. 
 
I about snorted, but held it in. Keep in mind, that they are still thrusting within me at this point. Yeah… that’s just how we roll. 
 
I cleared my throat, “I’m sorry… I just was thinking how funny it was that right now… you are literally a pain in my ass,” I explained with a giggle, “Like I can actually say that now and it will be more than metaphorically true… ironic right? I asked, giving him a wink, as Harry laughed at my realization. 
 
Louis gave me a humorless chuckle as he shook his head, “Jet, just shut up, can you at least hold the jokes until we’re done here?” he teased as he playfully nipped at my shoulder. I turned my head, meeting his lips and kissing him hard on the mouth as I felt his hands kneading my breasts. I held his lips captive as he continued to pick up the pace, thrusting into me with force, yet still maintaining a gentle quality. 
 
I could feel the sweat dripping off of his chest and running down my back; I kept my head turned and my hand pressed against his cheek refusing to release his mouth as he continued toward his climax, by this point, I had lost track of exactly how many orgasms my body had released… I’m telling you, it was just a constant on-going thing at the moment. Louis released some moans against my lips and I felt his thrusts grow sloppy as he began to twitch within me. He immediately pulled out of me and grunted as I felt him finish onto my back. 
 
"Oh my… fuck," Louis whispered against my lips as I ran my fingers over his forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes, "You’re really not afraid of anything," he mused as he placed a final kiss to the side of my head and rolled off of me to land on the bed next to Harry. 
 
Considering I was still straddling Harry, he immediately picked me up, making my squeak at the sudden position change. He thrust into me roughly, causing me to moan uncontrollably as he skimmed his nose along my jaw as I wrapped my arms tightly around him. His lips were scorching as they littered wet kisses all over my face; his hands gripping my bottom tightly. 
 
I threw my head back as he continued on at an ungodly speed, lowering me back down to the bed as I felt him hover over the top of me. Louis tilted my head back, kissing my lips sweetly as Harry continued on forcing yet another screaming spell to fall from my lips as his thrusts pushed me over the final edge, leaving me a shaking, trembling mess. 
 
I knew he’d finished a second time when I felt him pull out urgently and a new sticky absence spilled across my abdomen. After he came, he collapsed on top of me, his breathing was harsh against my cheek and I opened my eyes to see him studying me, “You’re  amazing ,” he said breathlessly, with a special emphasis on amazing. 
 
He rolled over so that he was lying on my left, while Louis was laying to my right. We lay there in a thick silence as we tried to let the gravity of the situation settle in around us. I shivered slightly, causing Louis to grab an extra sheet, wrapping it tightly around my body, “Are you okay, Jet?” he asked with concern, “You’re not hurt or anything…” he trailed off motioning downward toward my backside that was currently nestled against his thigh, since he was technically spooning me… while I spooned Harry… weird I know. 
 
I rolled my eyes and blushed slightly, “Um… yeah I’m fine,” I mumbled, “Actually I’m more worried about never having any feeling in my vagina again… if we’re being honest here,” I said with a laugh, causing the two of them to chuckle. No but seriously, I was numb between my legs. A crawdad could be down there pinching the shit out of my vagina right now, and I would never know. 
 
I stared up at the ceiling as Harry rolled over to face me, “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked me as he pulled me closer to his side. I felt a kiss on my shoulder and the jostling of the bed as Louis got up and made his way to the bathroom, leaving Harry and I to dwell on the events that just occurred together.  
"Uhm… I’m fine… I just feel rather gross. I’m seriously like covered in semen," I said dryly, looking Harry straight in the eye. I smiled as he started laughing at my statement. Shouldn’t things be awkward right now? What does everything still feel so normal with them? I didn’t have an answer, but all I knew for sure was that this had probably been the best night of my existence. 
Although I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone nudge me and help me walk into the bathroom. I opened my eyes as I stumbled in with the sheet wrapped around my body and once my eyes focused, I saw that I was standing in front of a bathtub filled with bubbles. I looked behind me to see Louis smiling kindly at me, “Harry mentioned your ‘covered in semen’ dilemma,” he said with a wink, before his face turned serious, “Plus… you did something new tonight and I don’t want you to be hurting tomorrow because of it… I just want to make you comfortable,” he said bashfully as he peeled the sheet from my skin and helped me into the tub. Is it weird that being naked in front of these two didn’t even phase me anymore? 
 || l o u i s ||  
I smiled down at (Y/N) as she rest her head back against the little pillow hanging on the edge of the tub; I was really worried that I’d hurt her tonight. She groaned loudly as she tried to adjust herself, “Oh my God… Lewis my ass hurts,” she mumbled as she draped a washcloth over her face. I couldn’t help it, I started laughing just because of the way she’d said it. 
"Jet, I’m sorry… maybe I shouldn’t have suggested that tonight… I don’t know what came over me," I began rambling as I scratched the back of my head. My hair was still wet from my shower, and I looked over my shoulder to see Harry getting into the shower stall. We nodded at one another, sure what just happened was weird, but we both knew it was amazing and wouldn’t take it back. 
 
"I can’t believe you took my ass virginity… I was saving myself for marriage," she joked as she gave me a pouty face. I could tell she wasn’t truly upset, and I was relieved that she was able to joke about this situation, because I’m 100% certain that if this would have happened with any other girl, things would have been painfully awkward by now. 
 || (Y/N) ||  
 
I settled back into the bed, not sure where Lou and Harry had gone off too, but cuddled up in a ball as I tried to keep myself warm. Since we’d dirtied the sheets and duvet, I didn’t really have anything to keep me warm at the moment. As the seconds ticked by, I realized I was too tired to care. I’m not sure how much time passed, but after a while, Louis returned, kissing my shoulder again, lowering his head back down to the pillow, and it wasn’t long before the bedroom stopped spinning and I felt myself being covered with more blankets and cuddled between two bodies. 
Personal Experience: Chapter Thirteen

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

“I’m gonna go check on Liam, now…” I say. I kiss Colleen’s cheek before I lift her up then, in a way, pass her to Louis. Eleanor and Louis wrap themselves around her wiping away, what I hope to be, the last of her tears for the night.

I head towards the backyard figuring Liam went outside. It’s still drizzling, and Liam has nothing on except his shorts. As I walk out to him he’s glaring at me. When I get close enough to talk to him he punches me in the face. “What the hell, man?!” He doesn’t say anything, but just glares hatefully at me. His entire upper body is moving as he breathes deeply. “Liam! What the hell?!”

“She fucking got raped, and you didn’t tell us?!” he screams.

“It wasn’t my secret to tell,” I say through gritted teeth standing back up.

“I don’t care if it was her secret! She’s our sister; our little sister!”

“She’s not that little anymore, Liam.” I stare back at him.

“She will always be our little sister. Just like the rest of the girls, they will always be our sisters! Why the hell do you think we’re so protective over her?! Just like we would be with our actual sisters.” I can’t say anything; he’s right. I would do anything for my sister even though she’s older than me. Andrea and Nicole have become my sisters just as much as Eleanor and Perrie have. “That’s what I thought, Haz.”

“Liam,” I reach to touch him.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Liam!” I yell. “You can’t blame yourself either!”

“Why not?!”

“Because…” I slump to the ground, “Because I’ve been doing the same thing, and it hasn’t made of a difference…”

“Why would you do that?”

“Why would you?”

Liam sits next to me, “Jeez, man, how have you put up with this?”

“I don’t sleep.”

“No wonder you’re so stressed. Why won’t you sleep?”

“Because she usually has some kind of dream, nightmare, or night-terror. The ones where I can’t wake her up because she could hurt me or herself. To make matters worse, she doesn’t even remember what they were after she wakes up. This time, it was just a dream, and she remembered it…”

“What was the one about?”

I look away trying not to cry; I pinch the bridge of my nose before I speak, “It was about me… I tried to…”

“Don’t. Don’t say it,” he sighs as the rain continues to hit us. “What are you going to do about her cutting?”

“I’ve thrown out every razor I’ve found, and she knows if I find any more, they’re going too,” I grit my teeth, “That’s why her hand is bandage.”

“She cut her hand?”

“When Niall and I ran in after her the other day, well Niall, I found the two of them in her room, and she was holding one of the razors too hard while hiding it from Niall. I only needed to see the blood on the floor to know. She lost more blood than she thought and ended up throwing up. She’s been a little shaky, but I guess no one else noticed.”

“I’m so sorry, Haz,” he says rubbing my back.

“It’s just,” I begin to cry, “It’s just that she became my best friend and I loved her. I loved her the entire time! I should never have let us break up.” Liam doesn’t say anything. “When I first saw her this week I couldn’t breathe; I forgot how beautiful she is. Then she went and cut herself. She harmed her gorgeous body!”

“Harry! You couldn’t stop that.”

“But if she just told me,” I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.

Liam wraps his arm around me, “We would have stopped everything for her.”

“She didn’t want that.”

“That doesn’t mean we wouldn’t have done it. God, if the girls just told us what was going on. Nicole had me worried sick.”

“I would have left faster than possible if she just told me. She wouldn’t have had to suffer alone. It kills me to know she even is suffering!” I yell over the rain. “My baby girl; my girl. Colleen is mine.”

“Harry, don’t go becoming an over protective boyfriend. Or she will leave you,” Liam says sternly.

“I…” I let my head fall into my hands. “How can I do this? She freaks out every time I go to touch her.”

“I saw that… And I couldn’t wrap my head around that. The way you two were so playful with each other. Will we ever see her eyes shine again?”

“I hope to God so,” I breathe, “I’m bringing her on tour with us.”

“What?”

“Yes, she’s coming with us. I couldn’t live with myself if anything else happened to her.”

“Will that be good for her?” I shrug my shoulders. “Harry, if she,” he sighs, “If she already has some psychological issues, and don’t deny that because she wouldn’t have cut herself if she didn’t, will the anxieties and publicity of being around you all the time be healthy for her?”

“We can get her help. We could get her the best help there is,” I throw my hands in the air.

“Come here,” he pulls me into him. “You know she’ll only do it if she wants to. If you force her into something she doesn’t want to do, she’ll flip. Or worse, relapse.”

“You’re right… I guess anything dealing with ‘force’ isn’t going to be healthy for her.”

“I guess all we really can do is just be there for her,” Liam shakes his head. “When did she tell you?”

“I found out the night before you guys came over. She was acting so differently. It just scared me. I’m glad I got it out of her that quickly or we all would have gotten it at the same time.”

“How did you react?”

“I yelled…” I pull away from Liam standing up. “I got angry because I felt so helpless. I cried.” He looks at me to continue. “I cried and cried. The girl I loved got hurt because I wasn’t around. I told her I would stop the world for her. I told her I loved her,” I look back at Liam stopping my pacing, “I told her how much I love her and kissed her as hard as I could,” I laugh lightly. “I told her that she’s coming everywhere with me from now on,” I sigh, “If I didn’t break up with her none of this ever would have happened.”

“You said that,” Liam interrupts me, “And I know I said it won’t be safe before, but you can’t suffocate her either. You need to let her keep her freedoms as well. You need to show her how much you love her, but not hurt her while doing so. And what would have made the difference if you were dating her or not?”

“You have no idea how much I want to show her I love her. And if she was mine then she wouldn’t have gone out with that asshole.”

“I think I do, mate. I see the way you look at her. I’ve never seen so much love in your eyes than I have when you look at her. I see your point, as well. You know we all loved her, why did you guys break up anyways?”

“Because neither of us thought it would last… We were afraid that our feelings wouldn’t last because I would be meeting tons of girls while she just had to stay at home and watch. But now, I want to show her how much I love her. I want to be alone with her more than ever, but I fear after that nightmare she just had, it’s going to take some more time until I can be that close with her again.”

“What made you ask her?”

“She recoiled from me several times that night… And we were watching her favorite crime show; the one that’s all about sexual crimes… I thought she was just crying over the episode, but when she pulled from me again as I tried to comfort her, she freaked out. So I had to say something. Especially after seeing what she did to herself. I was already thinking of ways to ask without offending her, but, in a way, I’m glad she put the show on that night, or I probably would have never found out.”

“I’m guessing you’re going to keep her from watching that from now on?”

“Of course I am. I don’t need to see her crying more than she already is. It breaks my heart every time.”

“It breaks ours too, Haz.”

The two of us look wearily into each other eyes; the same thing on both our minds. “Harry! Liam!” we hear Nicole yell. “Come on in here! You’re going to freeze to death!” she laughs. The two of us walk back into the house; Colleen walks over to me with a towel helping me dry off. Then she hands me my tea; which she warmed back up.

“Thanks, Love,” I kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry,” she hugs me.

Since it’s raining we all decide to stay inside for the day; watch old movies and play board games. It looks like Louis and Colleen never cleaned up from theirs last night, so we played Candy Land first. We all play on teams; every couple for themselves. Colleen also chooses the first movie, and to my surprise it’s Love Actually. I need to start doing more for her. She sits in my lap as we play the game, and then gets angry when we lose. The next game we choose is Monopoly, and we all know how long this game is going to take. It’s finally my turn to choose a movie, so I pick ‘History of the World: Part 1.’ Her favorite Mel Brooks movie. I figure we need some laughs going around. Even though she’s seen this movie, I don’t know how many times, she still laughs at all the jokes. And I love seeing her face scrunch up as she laughs. I sneak in a few kisses here and there as we play as a way of making up for the way I treated her last night.

“Hey Li,” Colleen speaks up.

“Yes, Colleen?”

“Actually, everyone.” We all perk up. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys sooner.”

I can see the tears they are all trying to hide. “It’s alright, Love,” says Zayn. “We do understand why you tried to hide it from us,” he looks lovingly at her.

“It just hurt us that you didn’t tell us, Colleen,” speaks Perrie, “You know you can trust us.”

“I know…”

Louis slides over to her, “Hey now, don’t start crying on us again,” she says chuckling through his, “You’re going to make the rest of us start.” She laughs back.

New Beginnings (Part 1/2)

 Tag as niall horan, one direction, spring writing challenege, one shot

47. New Beginnings

(1/2)

The winter had been long. Predictably chilly but ruthlessly bitter. Miserable.  The recent half had been lonely and miserable. You remember when the spring roses used to flourish a season early upon his cheeks. Your feet were always provided with the warmth of his and the tip of your nose was never dry of kisses. You pushed down the loneliness with poems and lists and scribbles of all the things you missed and all the things you didn’t. And somehow both categories would always get confused and result in a singular category; why you love him. The way his calloused fingers tangled in your hair gently as a way of calming his own heartbeat. The drunk taste upon his tongue and adventurous hands at 3 in the morning. His goofy, infectious cackle. How stupid it is that he asks if he can kiss you every time before he kisses you and how stupid it is that every time he asks you get stupid butterflies. The fact that his 4 best friends knew everything about you and your relationship.

You had been trying everything to forget but you felt like you could never escape. Remnants of him were everywhere. Guitar picks on drawers. His voice on the radio. T-shirts and hoodies and socks tangled within your own clothes. Stupid DVD’s you never used to like but now can never get enough of. But the one thing you felt you could never rid was the burning of your skin. No matter how hard you viciously scrubbed, his touch was permanently etched on your shoulders and stomach and thighs and in every little crevice and crack of your being; he was there.

At times it’s almost as if you can still feel his skin under your touch as well. And little moments like these spark particular memories, some erotic and stimulating, some innocent and tender. Like the times where you would enter his world of kink; he would get you so turned on to the point where you’re dripping, begging — asking him to untie you and have him touch you. Him calling you “princess” and “good baby” whilst hovering over you, taunting you with wet kisses and the heat of his own skin. Or the usual Sunday routine of your bare legs across his lap, his attention engrossed in the football and yours in your latest book. His fingers mindlessly circling upon your thigh and your occasional steal of glances above the top of your book. Back before the storm.

He would usually come home to a partially warm bed. You would be curled up on your side, facing away from him and towards the window as you knew he knew that you weren’t asleep. You were merely just staring out into the moon, letting your chest fall in heavy breaths as you heard his thick Irish accent curse the stray shoe on the floor for tripping him, or the other sound of jeans slowly being unzipped and dropped to the floor.

His warmth was what made you succumb to his pleading. He was so warm — innocently and protectively so, like a vice around your chest to keep you afloat — and his arms trapped you against his front, his legs intertwined with yours as heat just radiated off of him and into you. Whether his breath was disgusting from the shots of Vodka and Gin, he was still warm, and he still loved you, as you loved him.

"One more chance," he’d always slur into your ear, "One more time, I swear. I won’t mess up next time." He kisses the back of your head, the crook of your neck. It’s a silent plea this time, but it still has the same purpose; to get you to forgive him again and again, no matter his faults. You couldn’t stop loving him and you didn’t ever want to. You’ll love him for him; for his pathetic orgasm faces and morning breath, for his messy tendencies and overprotective antics, for his flaws and the way he gets lost in the bottle of no return. He could beg so well. He could easily get down on one knee, slurring and stumbling feet and all, big blue eyes wide and shocked and silently asking for a second chance… or a third… or a fourth… or a fifth.

The night nearing the 87th second chance, his return home was belated and this time you had failed at staying up to wait. His stumbles through the door and into furniture were not what awoke you, it was the incessant cusses mixed with choked tears. Usually you would allow him to find his own way to bed and assess the damage in the morning, but this was different. He sounded different. Urgent. You switched on the lights and met him in the hallway just above the stairs.

“Niall?” His figure had slumped to the floor in a defeated manner, his flooded, bloodshot eyes gleaming back at yours.

“Don’t come near me, (Y/N).” He choked. “I don’t deserve your concern.”

“Baby let’s get you up and into the shower.” You advanced to his side and stroked his matted blonde hair from his eyes in an attempt to cool him down.

Niall swatted your hand away sluggishly, “I mean it!”

“What’s wrong, babe?” Your distress grew, afraid this time was not like the others and not something you were prepared for.

“A princess like you doesn’t deserve a frog like me.” You barely understood his incoherent mumbles. He continued before you could respond, “I did something bad, (Y/N), and I can’t undo it and I think you should pack your things and leave before I blurt it out and break that delicate little flower inside your chest because this is not what you deserve.”

“What did you do?”

Tears welled up in his eyes once more. Your hands shook upon his arm and he noticed but he never broke his stare with the wall opposite with him. You were thankful for that at least; eye contact was never a strong skill of yours. You were fidgety and he was too and out of habit you curled your fingers in his palm and he glanced up at you with features you did not recognise. His swollen, red lips, dishevelled eyebrows, flushed cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes were not where they belonged.

Niall struggled to muster up the words and you were growing fearful and impatient. You could hear my own heartbeat and you think you could hear his too.

“Where have you been, Niall? What happened?” You raised your voice urgently.

“I can’t fucking tell you, (Y/N)! I just can’t!” His pupils were swelling pools of murky darkness; a darkness that frightened you to your core. His skin seethed under your fingertips and his chest heaved as he gasped for a breath he couldn’t grab.

“Baby, please.”

Niall softened, “I went somewhere I shouldn’t have with somebody I shouldn’t have been with and we did things we shouldn’t have been doing.”

Your reaction was delayed. You expected yourself to cry. You thought you would throw your head into your hands and weep for Niall’s disloyalty and this unfortunate situation and what you did to deserve this. Instead, though, you thought you would follow on with the theme and try something surprisingly new, too.

“You fucking bastard!” You rose taller with the power that had shifted into your hands.

“What?” Niall wore a shaken expression across his unrecognizable face. The venom you spat had torn through his veins like a tsunami and washed away all the alcohol that had been soaking his blood.

You didn’t know what you were thinking. In fact, you weren’t really thinking at all. You were doing. Something that should have been done long before this happened. 

“You selfish, conceited, drunken asshole! I can’t believe you! I trusted you, I gave you everything and this is what you hand back to me in return? Discount lipstick on your collar and not even a single apology?”

Staggering to his feet, Niall shouted back, “I know I’ve done wrong, (Y/N), you don’t need to throw it in my face!”

“Yes, I do, because what you’ve done is unforgiveable! The thought of this happening never even crossed my mind no matter how intoxicated you ever became, because I thought you would never hurt me. This is not you Niall. Who have you become?”

“She came onto me, babe!”

“Oh yeah, I bet she was throwing herself on you, humping on your leg and sucking on your neck like the slut that she is! That doesn’t make a difference, because you wouldn’t have done a single thing about it because you’re too fucking drunk to remember that I’m here, in our bed, worrying about whether you’re on your way home or whether you’re going to return with both your shoes or a swollen eye.” Your voice lessened. “I can’t believe you.”

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent! I see you when we go out together, in your little fucking skirts and your red lipstick. I see the way you dance, the way you try to entice all the lads around you like a magnet but you keep your eyes on mine the entire time and I fucking hate it. You’re the biggest tease I know! And I know your flirt with bartenders for free drinks and shopping assistances for discounts. I know how much of a slut you are, (Y/N)!”

“I have never touched another man with the intention of sex, Niall! I have never allowed another man to touch me when his intentions are nothing but harmless. Don’t even attempt to compare my actions to the level of what you have done!”

“I admit I fucked up. I can’t undo what’s been done. What do you want me to do?” The regret was evident in his voice as he talked to you in a low murmur, his eyes glued to the floor and the nerves obvious in everything he did. He looked up at you through long eyelashes, his eyes such a pretty blue and his lips so very pink, due to the biting of his own top teeth. “The regret I feel just won’t fucking go away. It doesn’t leave.”

You exhale and begin in a quieter tone. “It’s not supposed to. You’re supposed to feel that guilt. And I don’t think I can ever forgive you.”

And when you start to cry, that’s when he feels something settle deep into his stomach, and in no way is it an inviting feeling. “No,” he breathes out, “No, no, no, no,”

“Just go on another 8-month fucking world tour, Niall! Just leave already! I give you permission to go and fuck girls of all nationalities in all kinds of bars! I’m not holding you back anymore.”

He clasps onto your shoulders, your waist. Pleading, begging, screaming, crying ‘no’. He feels the alcohol in his veins, heightening his emotions. Though the alcohol was supposed to numb him, it only made him reach out for you even more than before. “Don’t leave me,” he sobs, a crumbling and drunk mess, slobber and tears mixing into one as washing down his face, “I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. I promised to protect you, to take care of you, to love you…. I can’t let you go. Don’t go.”

“I’m done.” 

Personal Experience: Chapter Twelve

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

I look at the rest of them; I know all of them care, but I have never seen so much fear on Zayn’s face in my life. He’s always so quiet and monotone that I hadn’t even realize how much he would care. He never said anything or asked question when Colleen freaked out. He steps forward first, “Baby girl,” he coos, “Why are you crying so much? It’s scaring me.” Colleen looks up at him; his eyes are filled with worry, pain and fear. “Please tell us, baby girl.”

Colleen sits up sniffling and wiping her nose. “Okay,” she whispers. Finally, I think to myself letting out a huge sigh of relief. “I…” She looks between Louis, Andrea, Niall, Nicole and me with fear in her eyes.

“Okay, let’s all go to the living room. I’ll make us tea and such,” says Louis.

We all agree. Colleen sits on the couch watching the rest of us set the room up as if we’re having a huge sleepover. Louis walks in with a tray of drinks. “Tea for everyone and hot chocolate for Colleen.” He knows her as well as I do. She’s the only girl I’ve ever met that doesn’t like hot tea or hot coffee. We all take a seat on the floor, Colleen in my lap as I lean onto the couch with Louis to her left; his hand in hers while she leans against me. El is on his right, next Niall and Andrea, Zayn and Perrie, and finally Nicole and Liam.

Zayn stares intently at her. Sitting here, in a circle, makes me realize how much they all care for her. She’s the youngest of the girls, and second youngest next to me. I still can’t figure out how a girl as strong as her could change so much. I would kill the bastard who ruined her life if he wasn’t in prison already.

“Okay…” says Colleen. “Well… Before you guys left for tour Harry and I decided that it wouldn’t work while we were apart… So we broke up, you could say.” She takes a deep breath.

***

I didn’t want this day to come, but we both knew it would. Colleen and I have been talking about this for a while, and I don’t want it to happen. I leave for tour tomorrow; we both agreed that it would be too stressful for us to hold this relationship while be separated.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way…” she says, “So much for you announcing me as your girlfriend while in Germany.”

“Don’t do this, Colleen. It hurts me as much as it hurts you.”

“Then why are we doing this?”

“Because we’re afraid of what might happen if our feelings change for one another,” I caress her cheek.

She places her hand over mine, “I don’t want to do this,” whispers Colleen.

“Me either.” Before we can say anything else I kiss her one last time; tears beginning to fall from our eyes. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Just don’t go finding too many girls, okay?” she teases.

“A hundred thousand girls couldn’t compare with you.”

“Goodbye, Harry,” she cries.

“Goodbye, Colleen.” We depart knowing it would be too much if we said goodbye right before I left. I kiss her one last time; hugging her close to me.

***

“I didn’t think I could date anyone else after the way Harry treated me. I didn’t really try either… But one day a man came into my work, and I found him very attractive. Even though I loved Harry, whether I knew it at the time or not, I knew he wouldn’t want me to hold myself back. The man asked me out, and I said yes,” Colleen begins to tense up; and inhales deeply. She looks over at Louis.

“It’s alright, Love,” he says smiling reassuringly at her.

She takes another deep breath, “Well, I went on a few dates with him. He treated me real sweet. I thought we could work, but I was wrong…” I look around our circle; Liam and Zayn are clenching their jaws. I can read it on their faces that they know what she is going to tell them. “On the last date… He walked me back to my door like usual. But he had further intentions that night…” Gasps come from the girls mouths. “I was forced into my house, and pulled to the room right off the entrance to the house.”

“You don’t need to say the rest!” yells Zayn. “I don’t want to hear it!” Colleen jumps a little.

“It…” Perrie speaks, “It can’t be true…” she looks terrified.

“There’s more, though…”

“MORE?!” screams Liam.

Colleen begins to shake, “Do you want me to tell them what happen after that?” I whisper to her. She nods her head turning into me; her tears picking back up again. I take in a deep breath, “Guys… She… She started self-harming as well.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Zayn yells.

“Zayn! Shut up!” Perrie slaps his arm.

“How can I stay silent through this?! Our best friend got fucking raped and kept it from us!”

Colleen is trembling. “Guys,” says Louis calmer than the rest, “Just shut up. Please.” He comes closer to us starting to rub Colleen’s arm.

“So that’s why you’ve been so jumpy…” whispers Eleanor. “That’s why you yelled at Harry about treating you so gently…” Colleen nods her head. “Oh baby.” That’s it, though; she really is the ‘baby’ of our group. Liam storms out of the room, and we all just stare at him.

“Should we go after him?” I ask.

Nicole answers, “No. Let him cool off. I don’t even go after him when he’s like this, you know that.” We all nod our heads.

“This is why you freaked out at Harry last night, isn’t it?” Perrie asks.

“Yes…” whispers Colleen.

“That’s the reason for everything that has happened these couple of days,” Andrea says for the first time since we all woke up.

“There isn’t much to do now,” I answer.

“Was anything done after it happened, Colleen?” El is very concerned for her.

Colleen nods her head, “Yea, he’s in prison now. I wasn’t the only one he hurt.”

“What?”

“Yes, about five other women, but his case is still being looked over,” there is no emotion behind her words.

“She told me that it what be finalized for a while.”

“What?”

“Don’t ask. I don’t understand these things. Juries are full of a bunch of idiots.”

“It… It all makes sense now. At least…” Zayn speaks. “Why didn’t you tell us what happened?”

“I was scared. I didn’t want to bother you guys…”

“But you told the girls,” Niall says speaking for the first time of the night.

“They’re my be-”

“I thought we were best friends?!” Niall interrupts her. “You’ve told me everything since we started talking. I didn’t keep anything from you.”

“I don’t know… Maybe I just felt, and still feel, ashamed of what happened.”

“Why?”

“Because I let it happen…”

“If he was stronger than you there wasn’t much you could do.”

“It was his fault for hurting you,” Nicole adds.

“I could have protected myself… I could have hit him back, but I just let it happen.”

“You can’t blame yourself for it, Princess.”

“And neither can you, Harry,” says Andrea. I ball my fist. “You know damn well why you can’t.”

“I could have kept her mine, but I didn’t. She wouldn’t have had to worry about meeting someone else.”

“And what would you have done if the tabloids got to her?” Andrea asks. “Sometimes she freaks out just like I do.”

“But she knows I’m nothing like what the paparazzi play me out to be.”

Colleen says, “It still would have gotten to me… What would you do when in interviews they asks who single and who’s taken? Would you have been able to keep it a secret?”

I wrap my arms around her placing my chin on the top of her head looking at everyone, “No. No, you’re too special to me for you to be kept a secret. I guess I was afraid of the hate you would get.”

“You know I could have handled that,” she laughs lightly.

“Are you sure?” asks Eleanor.

She shrugs her shoulders, “I have no clue. Maybe, maybe not. I’m still surprised no one saw us during that year and a half before you guys started the last tour,” she sighs, “And when we did date then I deleted my social medias; I got rid of my Twitter first, of course. I can’t stand what I see on there, sometimes. I probably would have bitched right back at anyone who tried to hurt me.” Everyone laughs seeing our Colleen come out a bit. The band took almost three years off after the stadium tour in 2014 before we even planned our next one. We needed the break; but that year away from Colleen nearly ruined me. So coming back to this news broke me even more.

Rain

It was April; the sun was shining, flowers were blooming, and it was the perfect day. I was surprised, knowing the saying “April showers bring May flowers” and all, but I wasn’t complaining.

Of course I jinxed myself though, because before I knew it the sky was turning gray and the first drops of rain (5) began to fall. A crack of thunder, and it was pouring all over my brand new leather shoes.

People around me began pulling out umbrellas, and I was stranded in a sea of them, not one covering me. Soon enough, everyone had rushed back to his or her cars, and I was alone in the pouring rain.

The silhouette of a person could be seen through the mist of the rain, and began swiftly walking towards me. Soon enough, I saw a curly haired boy standing above me. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me under the umbrella (12). I looked at him, shocked by piercing emerald eyes and beautifully plump pink lips.

“Sorry for being so close,” he said, “I just wanted to save a beautiful girl from the rain.” He smirked and I giggled. He was adorable.

“It’s alright. I wanted to be saved,” I replied.

He grinned, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. “I’m Harry,” he introduced. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N,”

“That’s an absolutely brilliant name, Y/N,”

I didn’t know what to say, and we both stared at each other. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I didn’t know if I knew him well enough yet. He wrapped his arm around me, “Here, I want to show you something, and then I can drive you home,” he breathed, his eyes were full of lust.

He started walking and I walked with him, staring at my reflection in puddles forming on the sidewalk. We finally halted at a pick-up truck and he opened the passenger side door for me. “M’lady,” he said cutely and I chuckled. He then walked across the front of the car and got in the drivers side, started the truck and pulled out of his perfect parallel parking job. We drove in a peaceful silence; it was comfortable. Finally, he pulled into a grove of trees. We continued driving through this beautiful hollowing and then finally made it through to the other side. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped raining. The rain literally just stopped and I looked at him, confused. He said nothing and we drove a little further, finally reappearing in front of a beautiful pond. It was raining over the pond, though. I looked up through the sun roof and saw a canopy of trees and it was like there were stars.

It was beautiful.

We both got out of the car and he explained that the “stars” were actually glowworms hanging from the trees and that the trees were so thick that no rain could get through. I was amazed by this natural phenomena; something so beautiful had been created so simply. Harry suddenly surprised me with a suggestion.

“The water here is so amazing,” he said, “but… I only have this change of clothes. And, well, you only have those so… do you wanna , well,  do you wanna skinny-dip?”

I was shocked by the question but in my head was already ripping off my clothes and humping him, so I gave him silent assent with a quick nod.

He began stripping, and eventually removed his boxers, quickly jumping in before I got a good look.

“Come in!” he hollered. “The water’s great!”

I stripped down as well and turned around as I removed my bra and panties then hopped in. I couldn’t believe what I was doing.

This boy, this boy I hardly knew, could do so much to me.

Now, we were in rain zone again and I dove under the water, only to be grabbed around my waist soon thereafter and pulled into a kiss. At first I resisted, forgetting whom I was with, but then I finally opened my mouth and let his tongue slip in. My eyes closed and I kissed him back, feeling the rain fall (8) on my skin and hearing it pitter-patter all around me. It was like a fairytale, as sweet as can be (29).

I wrapped my legs around him and basically sat on top of his already full erection. I started giggling into his mouth, making him moan.

I was actually a virgin, but I felt in love with him. This man had made me do things I never would have considered with others, have thoughts I had never had about anyone else.

I didn’t tell him this, because I didn’t want him to feel the pressure, but I did start leading him out of the water and under the canopy of trees. He hastened to his car and pulled out a towel, a blanket, and (discreetly) a condom he kept in it, drying off my body and his, and then laying the blanket on the ground.

“Only if you want to,” he murmured. “There’s no pressure if you have never done it or if you just don’t want to do it on the first date or…” he trailed off.

“Oh,” I chuckled, “so this is a date.”

“If you want it to be.”

I told him I wanted to and he asked if I was a virgin, so I told him the truth, unsure of what he would think.

“No, don’t worry,” he said, “I just want to make your first time extra special.”

I smiled and we lay down on the blanket together. He pulled me close to him and began to ease me into it. First, he used his fingers, not to tease but to help me enjoy it more. He slipped a long finger in and began to move it in and out then asked me if I was ready for another. I nodded and he slipped it in. The pleasure was amazing and he kissed me, letting my moans vibrate into his mouth. Finally, I told him I was ready, and we began to make love. This was not fucking or doing it, it was making love, really making love. He touched my breasts, giving my nipples a little squeeze, and began to slowly push in. I moaned in pain and he stopped for a moment but I told him to keep going. When he was finally in, we just sat there like that for a few minutes cuddling and kissing, just feeling each other. Then, he started to move. He went so slowly as if if he went any faster I would break, but it was nice. He understood the meaning of my first time to me. Finally, I felt a knot of pleasure in my stomach and clearly he felt me tighten since he began to speed up a little bit. Eventually, we both came at the same time. We stayed that way, him inside of me for a while and then he pulled out. I nestled my head into his chest and we lay there staring at the “stars”. He grabbed another blanket he had brought out earlier and slipped it on top of me. In time, I fell asleep to his steady breathing.

3 years later, we got married at 25. We had 3 beautiful baby girls the following year: Lydia, Leah, and Peyton. That day always stayed with us, though. I never had sex with another man for my entire life, but I grew old without him. He died in a car accident when he was 40 along with my beautiful Leah. I think about him everyday. I think about her everyday.

I think about them everyday.

They made my life so wonderful.

And I hold them dear in my heart.

I miss them more than anything in the world and every few months Lydia and Peyton come stay with me to keep me company in the house Harry and I had built. Whenever it rains, I think of him and no matter what find my way to that canopy of trees and that is the only time I ever cry over them.

I love Leah so much; she’s my daughter, but for some, they can move on from a man and find another.

Not me, though.

To this day, I love him more than anything.

Blood Chapter 6: The Green-Eyed Bull

His large palm rattles my sensitive skin again, again, and again; it’s throbbing and starting to redden beneath the slim protection of my sweats.

"Stop! You monster-Stop!” I yell, sore and tender from the repeating rhythm of pain.

"Why should I; I’ve yet to believe that you’ve realized the depth of your aggression towards me" he says with a cheeky laugh.

His hand cuts through the air and paints itself across my ass once more, in the same spot, uttering the familiar and all too horrid sting.

Another swift grunt escapes my parted lips as the aggressive clap shakes me.

I feel his hand retract; arching back for yet another swing.

"Just what do you think you’re doing, Zayn!?” A voice booms from behind us.

My, already quick, heart-rate skyrockets further from the surprise and I feel the man jump slightly in place at my right side; most likely startled as well.

My head springs up Immediately, in the direction of the foreign voice, out of reflex; to the mid-left of us.

Zayn?
Who’s Zayn?

Wait, Is that this man’s name?

I try to see as much as I can, but I am at a disadvantage, considering my compromising position bent over the tailgate.

I can see enough to notice that it’s another young man, and by the looks of him, possibly younger than the one holding me; this ‘Zayn’ character.

He is storming toward us; I, the forced over female held beneath Zayn, the dominant male.

The closer he gets, the more I can see of him.

His face is pinched into an angry scowl while taking in the horrid sight, my ‘punishment’, but he disappears behind my line of sight before I can distinguish anything or what he may do.

The man tightens his grip on me momentarily, then releases me completely.
The pressure against my lower body also simultaneously disappears.

I’m quick to push my self up from the plastic lining, steady myself, and turn around; claiming my sudden release to face the confusion

I turn fast enough to witness Zayn stumble over his own feet, in the opposite direction of the truck, but he does not topple over.

I now realize that the man must have ripped Zayn from pressing himself upon me and threw him back a few feet from the truck; thus further away from me.

The newly arrived man is currently standing about only a yard or two away from me.

I watch his figure cautiously as he balls his fists at his sides and pushes out his chest.

His breathing is rapid and hoarse.

I can’t help but compare him to a gorilla, reminding his opponent of the claim his authority holds; presenting strength and aggression in both grand size and gesture.

I shake my head vigorously in the attempt to make sense of the situation, then focus on the ground just below his feet, having not thought of any possible answers to what just occurred.

I can’t hide the bewildered look on my face, but I don’t even try to.

What in the hell is going on?
What just happened?

Who is this new one, and why did he just assault ‘Zayn’?

I shoot my angered expression towards the first man, Zayn, massaging my narrow wrists to relieve some of the gathered stress.

Zayn had quickly regained his composure and stands proud, yet bares a solemn look upon his face.

The new man’s eyes are fierce against Zayn’s.

I can practically see his pure, manifested anger; spewing out from ever pore.

The thick tension is looming above our heads, yet just out of reach, and dense enough to part with a butter-knife.

"Ok, am I missing something?” I blurt out in confusion yet with a hard expression.

My mouth is far more courageous than I could ever hope to keep up with, as it never willingly chooses to work in my favor; always attitudinal and ‘sassy’.

I’m seriously starting to consider a human-friendly muzzle at this point…

My words seem to go unnoticed, floating through the opaque air, except for the fact that I appear to have reminded them of my presence.

The new man tears his gaze from that of my reaper’s and shifts them to bury into me in exchange.

He walks over to me and stops in place just before me. 

I feel my subconscious shudder from the power in his gaze, but my body remains still with no intention to mirror the internal reaction.

I attempt to back away from him by taking a quick subtle step, but cannot as I am quickly reminded of my position; bumping softly into the tailgate.

His eyes trace over me, from head to toe, for what seems like an eternity; along every single curve of my body.

I count along in my head with how many times I watch his eyes scan my every feature; one, two.

Ok-Why is he looking at me like I’m a steak dinner?… I’m getting real’ tired of this, real’ fast.

"Why don’t you just take a damn picture!" I retaliate, waving my right hand in front of me to add to the exaggerated statement.

He stops himself, attempting at a third time, and focuses intensely on my right hand; seeming as though it had caught his attention.

His eyes follow my hand as I drop it to my side once more, and continues to stare at it for a few more seconds; the scrapes encasing my knuckles.

His eyes tighten and I can almost see a small spark ignite into a large wildfire somewhere deep in the black of his pupils.

He ignores my snide comment and, in a matter of milliseconds after gazing upon the fresh blood of my knuckles, his head snaps to look at Zayn, while remaining in his position directly before me.

"What in the hell happened?-Damn it-I told you specifically not to hurt her!” He raises his voice to a powerful roar.

Zayn’s shoulders lower somewhat and his face hardens at the man’s words.

He slips both hands into his jacket pockets and retrieves a flat-black Zippo lighter from one pocket, and a pack of cigarettes from the other.

He peels back the thick paper cover, draws a single cigarette from the selection, places it between his lips, closes the cigarette package, then slips it back into it’s original resting place.

He then flips back the top of the Zippo and brings it up to the tip of the cigarette.

With the flick, roll, and hold of a single finger, the spark ignites and produces a small orange flicker of combusted butane.

He cups his free hand loosely around the softly growing flame, guarding it from the harshness of the wind.

The dancing flame illuminates his face to a humble degree.
The tip catches fire, cherries, and begins to deteriorate within a swift second.

He drops his hands and shoves the lighter back into the nestled refuge within his jacket; though this time in the same pocket as the cigarettes.

He momentarily drops his eyes to the gravel and runs his hand over his hair, from front to back, in what I assume to be understanding; the cigarette hanging onto his bottom lip.

The new man has becomes annoyed by the delayed response; impatient.

Zayn finally drags his eyes back up to the man, “Nothing she didn’t like.” he says with a deep, satisfied smirk.

"What did you just say?!" The man takes a ragged step towards Zayn, "Need I remind you-" his breathe hitches.

"-No. You don’t." Zayn quickly cuts off the man before he can finish, and drops his eyes once again.

Zayn’s face stays firm, not allowing his pride to take the blow but does not deny, nor compete, with the force behind the new man’s words either.

He resembles a kid just having been caught for a bad deed.

The man slowly returns to his previous position and swivels around to face me; locking his eyes on mine, though they are no longer harsh.

His eyebrows furrow into a few worn out worry lines set upon his forehead, making him appear worrisome.

His features are soft, but his eyes are piercing.

They are a beautiful, yet hypnotic whirlpool of green; a mixture of emerald and jade, maybe.

His tone of voice and body language so clearly express anger but, as he stands here looking at me, his features continue to droop and appear almost lost.

Is it just me, or does he actually look upset?
What in the actual hell is going on here!?

Who is this man?

"Who- Who are you?” I manage to squeak; caught helplessly in his retinal webs, like a moth to light.

My mouth seems to be slowing down, matching the rest of my dazed body.

His eyes dim substantially at my weakened question; his mouth forming into a hard line.

"I may know my place… But do you know yours?” Zayn steadily threatens; his eyes slowly crawling up the back of the man’s figure to the back of his head.

He turns to Zayn and puts his back to me. He stands directly in front of me, resembling a guard dog.

Ok, I must be going mad! - It looks as though he is shielding me.

Is he protecting me from the other man; Zayn?

But aren’t they in cahoots with each other?

Aren’t they?
No?

Then would that make him the ‘good guy' in this, my, twisted story?

No, he can’t be.
I heard what he said, (“…I told you specifically not to hurt her!…”).

No. He is just toying with me as well.

I am too busy tangling myself up in my scattered thoughts and replaying the man’s words in my head to notice that him and Zayn have begun talking profusely.

In my momentary state of paralysis, I manage to look up to the new man.

The conversation must be elevating, by the appearance of a vein protruding from the side of the new man’s neck and his fists clenched yet again; rising slowly to gather on either sides of his ribs.

Their once calm words have transmogrified to shouts and howls, finally pulling me from my psychological slipknot.

The man does not move to strike Zayn, yet stays cemented before me.

I could at least get the jump on one man somehow, but there’s no way I can take down two full grown men all on my own.

If now was ever as good of a time, then I should probably go with my gut and get as far away from the both of these nuts as possible!

The men are so purely engrained in their argument, now slowly inching closer to the inevitable collision, that I practically jump at my slim chance.

Miraculously, without so much as a single noise, I slide my feet softly over the gravel, positioning them in the direction of my open-willed freedom.

The man is really angry, yelling at Zayn for god knows what, but I am not listening; instead, just intensely focusing on my footwork.

As soon as the best time arises I will go back on my previous word, run into the brush, hide myself until they give up their sadistic search, then escape for help; wherever it may be.

I close my eyes slowly, psychologically preparing myself, and search inside my mind for the compressed bravery.

My eyelids flutter open, having found what I’d sought after, and I take a deep breath.

I glance back over to the men, to see them even closer to each other than before; their fists matching in aggression.

It’s now or never Viddía.

I draw in another deep breath and at a break in thought, lunge in the opposite direction of my reaper and his ‘friend’.
My feet are swift and light, pushing me away from the tormented reality that had sucked me up.

They pound against the gravel, carrying me further and further away.

I don’t look back; increasing my speed with every step.

My adrenaline has joined me once again, slipping through my bloodstream like heroine.
My feet carry me with ease, slamming down onto the upturned rocks.
The feeling of the wind crashing against my face, and dragging along my hair, is invigorating.

"What the fu-She’s running!” I hear Zayn holler.
“Stay here!” the other man says firmly.

The moment I get a good twenty feet away, I hear the crunch of gravel beneath another set of feet already behind me; quickly gaining ground.

So much for a decent head start

I can sense the distance between us fading at the sound of the scattering ground beneath the feet of whichever man it may be.

"Stop! Don’t run, Viddía, please stop!” I hear one of the voices holler, close behind me; muffled in the strengthening wind.
It must be the new man, judging by the plea in his call.

I have no response other than the harsh, increasingly audible, breath escaping my mouth.

Keep going,
Don’t stop,
keep running,
Don’t stop,
Faster,
Don’t stop,
Faster!

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Personal Experience: Chapter Eleven

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

I can’t look at Louis after telling him the entire story. I see him stand up to come to me, but he stops. “Its okay, Louis. I’m tired of Harry treating me like I’m made of glass…” He comes the full way over wrapping his arms around me.

I can feel his tears fall onto my shirt, “Why didn’t you call us? We would have stopped everything for you.”

I half-heartedly laugh, “That’s what Harry and Niall said.”

"Oh, baby. Why did you keep this from us?" Louis kisses my head.

"Because I thought I could handle it by myself."

"Obviously not, Love," he sighs, "You know you’re going to have to tell the others?"

"I don’t want to. It was already bad enough telling Harry."

"We’re your family, Colleen. You shouldn’t be keeping this from us."

"I don’t want to tell, Louis!" I shout pulling away from him.

"Okay, okay. It’s not my place to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do." I fall back into him when we hear the back door open; El walking out to us.

"There you two are. Nicole, Per and I have been looking all over for you."

"We decided to come out here so we could just talk without the other two disturbing us."

“What were you talking about?”

I look up at Louis glaring at him. “Just about tour and her job,” he smiles. I’m pretty sure Eleanor doesn’t believe him.

"Alright, well the rest of us are going to bed," she says.

"I guess I should go make sure Harry’s okay." I get up walking into the house; Louis whispering to El that I’m fine.

I pass Niall, “Everything okay?”

"Yea…" I sigh, "I just told Louis everything…" Niall hugs me then lets me go to bed.

After a long shower and a temptation taking over I go to my bedroom. “Hey baby,” whispers Harry from my bed.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Absolutely wonderful," he replies still obviously drunk. This worries me. It’s been a while since I’ve been around him drunk, and if I recall correctly, he’s a horny drunk. I hesitantly walk towards the bed, and. Harry immediately holds out his hand for mine. Slowly taking his hand he pulls me on top of him. "Hey," he breathes; the smell of alcohol still lingering. He guides his hand up my back, causing me to tense up. "Why do you always have to wear a bra to bed?" he whines.

"You know why…" I turn away. He pulls my head back to him and kisses me hungrily. Harry’s hands start to travel around my body. "Harry! What do you think you’re doing?!"

"You’re just so sexy…"

I try to pull away from, but his grip is too tight, “Harry! Let go of me!” To that Niall, Andrea, Nicole and Louis run into my room.

"What the hell, man?!" Shouts Louis. "Let go of her!" Louis runs over pulling me away from Harry while tears start to flow from my eyes. Andrea walks over to him and slaps him across the face.

He looks at her shocked. “What the hell was that for?!”

"You know damn well what it was for," she says glaring at him. Everyone leaves the room except Niall.

Louis immediately stops me, “Are you alright, Colleen?” I nod my head, look Louis in the eyes then shake my head. He pulls me into him hugging me tightly.

"I’m assuming Niall is staying in there tonight to watch him, but I’m going to go check just in case."

"Okay," says Nicole.

"Come, let’s get you to bed," says Louis walking me to the fourth and last bedroom in my house. Louis goes to tell El he’s going to keep an eye on me tonight sharing the room; as does Nicole with Liam. Louis takes the futon I keep in that room while Nicole shares the bed with me. Andrea takes the couch in my room, leaving Zayn and Perrie with their own room for a change.

"You’re going to have to tell the rest of them what’s going on now, after that little scene," says Louis.

He’s right. “But I don’t want to…”

"Lou’s is right," says Nicole. "It’s honestly killing me that I can’t tell Liam; he’s so worried about you."

"So is El. And Perrie. And Zayn," adds Louis.

I sigh, “Can we talk about this later? I want to go to sleep.”

I’m walking around my house looking for everyone, but I can’t seem to find any of them. “They’re not here,” I hear a deep voice that’s very recognizable to me.

"Where are they, Harry?"

"They said I should spend some alone time with you. Set things straight," the tone of his voice is starting to scare me.

"Set what straight?"

"You know," he winks.

"No, I don’t, Harry."

"Oh, come on, Colleen. You’re telling me you don’t feel the tension between us? The sexual tension?"

"No," I reply firmly. He takes a few strides to reach me, and grabs me by my waist to pull me close to him. "Harry! Let go of me!" I yell.

"I don’t think so," he drags me upstairs to my bedroom. I try to fight him off, but it’s just too strong. Way too strong.

"Harry!" I yell waking up.

Louis immediately jumps from his sleep, “Colleen, what is it?!” I can’t breathe. I clutch my chest feeling how fast my heart is beating. “Baby girl, it’s okay, we’re here,” he says wrapping his arms around me. But it’s too much for me. I shove past him getting up and running away. I hear quick footsteps following me, but I keep running. I finally make it outside feeling the fresh air on my body; the air making me cold from the sweat sliding off it.

"Colleen?" I hear that same deep voice, but only hear concern in it. I sit down into fetal position.

"Go away," I whisper wiping the tears from my face rocking back and forth.

"Colleen," more worry escapes his lips. His fingertips gently touch my shoulder. "What happened?" He sits beside me on the steps.

"I…" I still can’t breathe that well.

"Take your time, Love."

I take deep breaths trying my hardest to calm down. “I… I had a nightmare…”

"About what?" He starts to rub my back; something I never thought I would find so soothing at a time like this.

"You…"

"What about me…?"

"You… You… Tried to…"

"Stop. I don’t want to hear it anymore!" Harry knows exactly what it was about. "And I’m so sorry about last night," he pulls me into him. I wrap my arms around him. "Niall yelled at me for a good hour while Andrea sat there glaring the entire time. I’m so sorry I even attempted that. I’m never going to drink again." I few more tears escape my eyes as he holds me; consoling me. "Now you were standing there right in front of me. I hold on; it’s getting harder to breathe. All of a sudden these lights are blinding me. I never noticed how bright they would be," he sings, "I saw in the corner there is a photograph. No doubt in my mind it’s a picture of you. It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass. This bed was never made for two." I haven’t heard this song in the longest time. Thankfully no one has come to bother us during this entire incident.

We stay outside until it begins to rain; Harry immediately trying to not let me get wet. As we walk inside everyone is staring at us. They must have been waiting there the entire time worrying and questioning what’s going on. “I think it’s time you tell them, Love,” Harry whispers to me.

"But I don’t want to," I whine again. "I don’t want to be forced into it."

"They’re worried about you, Love. Come on, I’ll be right here with you," he kisses my cheek.

“No…”

“Harry,” Eleanor steps forward, “If she doesn’t want to say anything then she doesn’t have to. But no matter what it is, we just want you to know, we love you, and we care for you.” The tears fall more, and I can’t control them anymore. I fall to the floor crying the hardest I’ve ever cried in the past year.

Personal Experience: Chapter Ten

*Colleen’s P.O.V.*

“Well, what shall we do?” asks Louis.

I shrug my shoulders, “MmMmm.”

He laughs, “What about a board game?”

“Sure,” I smile.

We head to my basement looking through the shelves of old board games and puzzles. “You have a lot here.”

“My family used to do family game nights before I went to high school.”

“I keep forgetting you didn’t grow up here.” I actually grew up in the United States. “How did you and Niall become friends again?”

“Twitter,” I laugh.

“Oh yea. Now I remember; how he would sit on his phone for hours talking to you and laughing at almost everything. I’m surprised he didn’t go for you first,” he smiles pulling out an old dragon puzzle my sister and I used to put together all the time.

“We never really saw each other that way,” I laugh.

“Harry wouldn’t shut up about you…”

“What?” I ask shocked slowly placing a game back on the shelf.

He chuckles, “Yea… Harry got curious as to why Niall was always on his phone, so he stole it one day, looked through his phone, and saw you…”

I blush pushing my hair behind my ears, “So he saw all the embarrassing things I said?”

“Yea. Everything you said about him.”

“Shut it, Louis.”

“I’m only teasing,” he wraps his arms around me; and I instinctively flinch from the gesture. Louis looks at me oddly then turns his attention back towards the games. “What about this one?” he asks pulling out Candy Land. I smile widely as we head back upstairs with the game and a few others just in case we get bored of the board game. We set up the game not finding it one bit ridiculous that two people in their twenties are playing an old board game.

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

"Hey Haz, maybe this’ll do you some good," Andrea says patting my leg. Niall is driving his Rover with Liam sitting the front, and Andrea, Nicole and myself in the back. Perrie and El are in Zayn’s car. Andrea has always been a good friend to me; she’s like my sister when Gemma isn’t around. I know I can tell her anything, and she will listen without judging me. She refused to believe that I am this bad boy the tabloids tried to image me as. The best part is that she’s dating my best friend; and she makes him very happy. I adore her for that. And now that I know Colleen’s secret I can talk to her, or Nicole, about it. We pull in at the Funky Buddha nightclub using the back entrance as usual. We get out with Liam and Nicole walking hand in hand followed shortly by Zayn and Perrie. Louis said that I could be Eleanor’s date, but the Larry shippers would have a field day with that. Hell, they’ll probably make up some rumor about him not being here with her. So I didn’t walk in with her, but with Andrea and Niall. Niall takes Andrea’s hand as we make our way into the club. I am pulled from my thoughts when someone grabs my hand. As I look up from the ground I see Andrea smiling at me. She’s now in between Niall and me with both our hands in hers.

"You know this is going to look bad in the morning if the wrong person sees us," I say swinging our hands back and forth.

"So let them speculate. We know the truth, and that’s all that matter," she answers.

"True. But no one knows I have a girlfriend…"

"And no one needs to know. All anyone would do is think she’s a scared little girl that you took pity to, and you don’t need that image." I sigh knowing A is right. We find ourselves a nice little spot in the corner of the club at a table big enough for all of us; with the lights dim enough that no one will really notice us.

"Round one is on me!" shouts Nicole over the base of the music. So she orders all of a shot of tequila to start the night.

"Oh god, this is going to hurt in the morning," Liam says recovering from the after effects of the shot. He shouldn’t be saying anything the way he can drink some nights.

After a few drinks the couples take the dance floor, including El with Zayn and Perrie. I look to see Nicole grinding on Liam with his hands traveling all over her body. I can’t wait to be able to touch Colleen like that again. Then I see Andrea and Niall bickering again. I roll my eyes knowing how much they fight, but get over it very quickly too. He pulls her close kisses her, whispers something in her ear. She laughs and kisses him on the cheek before she makes her way back over to our table.

"Hey Harry, everything okay?" she asks sitting down next to me taking a large sips from her drink.

"Yea, sort of. You?"

"Everything’s peachy."

"Are you sure? Looked like you and Ni has a bit of a disagreement back there," I say sipping my beer.

"Oh yes, we did, but we’re over it now. I told him I felt bad for you sitting here alone. So I wanted to come over to keep you company. Then got the speech about how it’s your choice to sit here by yourself blah, blah, blah," she laughs.

"Then it seems like I owe you a drink for ditching your boyfriend for me. I always knew I had that effect on you. But I do have a girlfriend now, so we need to stop whatever this it," I tease her.

"Oooh, definitely. But I don’t know how I’ll handle seeing you with another girl, Harold," she teases back pretending to wipe tears from her eyes. We both laugh at how ridiculous we sound.

"So, how about we take the shooter menu… And try each one on here. See how far we can make it?" I ask.

"I’m game. Let’s do it!" she answers eagerly; always up for drinking.

*Louis’ P.O.V.*

Colleen and I are playing games, but there is an unseen tension in the air, and I feel uncomfortable. In the three years I have known Colleen, I have always had this protectiveness over her; she’s become so much of a sister too, so I would do anything for her. She knows that very well, and I can tell she’s just as uncomfortable as I am.

"Alright! I can’t take this anymore, Colleen! I can’t take it when the guys keep things from me, and I especially can’t take it when you do," I say raising my voice slamming down the game pieces I have in my hands. She looks at me shocked, and I can see tears about to fall from her eyes.  "Come on Colleen, do you think this is fair to me? I’m one of your best friends too, you know?" I’m getting more angery, "I deserve to know the truth. I deserve to know why you are all of a sudden scared of us, scared of Harry! Of all people him… What happened to my confident ray of sunshine that became my little sister?" I ask quieter than before; almost whispering. I hadn’t realized she started crying through my rant. "Colleen! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to yell… I just don’t like being left out." I try to comfort her when the door swings open. Andrea and Harry are shit faced; walking through the door telling us how much they love us. Harry placing a kiss on my cheek. "Oh for god sake you two! Can’t you see we’re trying to talk?!" Andrea and Harry look at me then Colleen, and then at each other bursting out laughing.

"Shit, what happened to you two?" she asks walking over to Harry; no sight that she was previously crying. I’m still determined to find out the truth.

Liam tells us that the others are still at the club. “Come on now,” says Niall while walking over to Andrea then throws her over his shoulder.

"So sorry, Lou," Liam says as he throws Harry over his shoulder.

"Sorry, mate," Niall eyes me; somehow way more sober than the others. In a way I’m happy to see that Harry finally unwound. I felt bad that Andrea had to be the one to get him this drunk to relax; adding herself to the mess.

"Stop it now, Andrea!" Niall yells very annoyed at her since she slapped him in the arse.

"Nice arse, Ni," she giggles thinking it was funny.

"Hey A, I can see Liam’s arse from this view!" Harry giggles along with her; the two of them now laughing hysterically while the other two mumble to themselves.

I turn back towards Colleen sighing, and she stares right back at me. “We’re going to finish this conversation whether you like it or not,” I say sternly.

"I don’t want to," Colleen replies crossing her arms.

"Like I said, whether you want to or not."

"Fine, but we’re going somewhere else where no one will disturb us."

"Alright, Love, let’s go outside." I take her hand in mine as we walk to the backyard. I start a fire and stare at her. "What is going on with you?" I ask calmly.

"Well, almost a year ago…" I look at her to continue. "I… I… I was raped," she whispers the last word.

"What?" I reply tears starting in my eyes. "You were…?" She nods her head as her tears return to her face. "Oh baby!" I say after she finishes her story then get up to comfort her, but freeze before I she flinches from my touch.

Vampire Direction part 8

"One of us, doll."  Louis said plainly. 

"A vampire," I whispered as I leaned toward him.   

"You know how the story goes, love.  Boy meets girl, bites her in a club, traps her in a room for a couple days as she turns." he said casually. 

"I can’t turn into a vampire." I barely spoke as I sat down next to him. 

"Its already done, you were doomed at the club.  It only takes one bite and then.."  He trailed off as he continued to watch tv. 

"How long do I have until its done?" I asked inpatiently.  

Just as Louis was going to answer me we could hear the rest of the boys coming down the stairs.  They were laughing loudly and before I could react Louis grabbed me and within a blink of an eye I was back in the room.  “I’m sorry, rules ya know?”  I shook my head slightly as I looked down.  Louis shot me a strange look and walked over placing his hands on my shoulders.  “It’s going to be alright,” he said sweetly and gave me a well needed hug. I embraced the hug for as long as I could before he released me.   

"Will I ever see my sister again?" I asked quietly. 

"I don’t know," he answered just as quiet as he turned and walked out of the room.   

I heard an uproar from the boys as the door closed.  “Louis, my man,” I heard Niall say just as the door closed completely.  I didn’t like the answer Louis gave me but it was better than no answer at all.  I looked at the bed in the middle of the room as tears began to fall to the floor.  I walked over slowly and got on my knees at the end of the bed.  “Dear God, I don’t know what’s happening to me but I ask you please let me see my sister again.  Just one more time. Amen.”        

**Bree’s P.O.V.**  

I awoke late in the morning.  The sun was bright on my face, I quickly covered my face with my cover.  I cant remember what happened at all last night.  I reached out to the nightstand and grabbed my phone.  

No missed calls. 

No new messages. 

That’s strange Aries usually calls me to wake me up.  I sat up in the bed removing the cover from my head.  I opened my contacts and Aries was the first one, I selected call and walked to the bathroom.   

"Hello." 

"Hey Aries, I was expecting a call from you to wake me this m-" 

"Just kidding I cant come the phone right now please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you!"  

"Oh, hey Aries, your voicemail fooled me again.  Call me back, let’s do lunch at 1:30! Bye!"

It was already 10:45 so i decided to skip breakfast and just eat an apple.  I plopped down on the couch and flipped through channels until I came across Thor.  As the credits start rolling I looked down at the time, it was already 12:50.  I picked up my phone and call Aries again.  This time it went straight to voicemail.  “Look I don’t know if I did something I wasnt supposed to but I’m sorry for it just give me a call back.”

*******

It was now 8:57pm and I still didn’t hear from Aries. I left her like a thousand messages and even called her coworker Janet to see if she could get a hold of her. Nobody had seen or talked to her since last night. It was bothering me so I decided to drop by and see why she wasn’t answering anybody.  

I double checked all of the windows and my back door, grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. It was kinds of chilly so I went back in to grab a jacket. 

As I waited at one of the lights I looked up to admire the night sky. It was very clear and the moon was big and bright and almost full.

I lived about 15 minutes away from Aries and with no traffic I got there in about 10. All of the lights were off and the door was locked. I used my key to open the door and it was freezing inside. I walked over to the thermostat as I called out for her. “Aries! Are you here?” I turned the heat on and made my way to her room. “I’ve been calling you all day. I wanted to go to lunch.” The room was empty but had clothes on the floor. She never leaves clothes on the floor.  

I looked around some more and it didn’t look like she had even come back home. I immediately called Janet, “I don’t think Aries has come back home from last night.” 

"I’ll call more of our coworkers and see if they have heard from her" 

"Ok, thanks."  I sat on her couch and watched tv waiting for her to come home. 

The morning came and there still was no sign of Aries.  I called her again and it went straight to voicemail.  I slowly got up walked to the kitchen to get some water.  I had been crying and worried all night and this water was well needed.  As I stood by the kitchen window I could see that the door to the garage was open. That wasnt open last night.  I grabbed my phone and dialed 911 just in case I needed to call. This is like a scene out of a scary movie and I know I shouldn’t go in here.  I took light steps toward the door trying to avoid making any sound.  I stuck my hand in slowly and quickly flicked on the light.  The garage was empty, instead for her car.  I hit my forehead with my palm, I didnt even think to check to see if her car was here last night.  I stood there for a moment trying to think of where else she would go.  We don’t have any family and she doesn’t have much friends besides her coworkers.  I have to go report her missing.  I grabbed my jacket off the couch and made sure I left everything as I found it.   

I walked into the police station trying to keep my cool.  I didn’t want to go in there sobbing and causing a scene.  I walked in calmly but as soon as the lady at the front desk asked me what I needed I broke down telling her of the last time I saw Aries.  “She’s always at home or work and nobody has seen her and she’s the only family I have.  Please, you have to help me find her.” 

"Calm down, we’re going to help you find her.  Come with me and we can get you something to drink while you wait for an officer to fill out the missing persons report."  I tried to hold in the sobs as she walked me to a small room. It only took about 20 minutes to fill out the report and record my message to Aries, "Ok Ms. Miller we are going to finish all of the paper work and try to get this out on the news broadcasts tonight.  Go to home and get some rest, we’re going to find her, ok?"  The lady from the desk told me as she walked me back to the lobby.  I nodded my head slightly and walked toward the door.  

I opened the door and heard a someone yell, “Woah!” as the door barely missed his face. “I’m so sorry!  I wasn’t paying attention, are you ok?”

"It’s ok you didn’t hit me, just scared me a bit."  He chuckled. "Sorry." I repeated with a small smile as I continued to walk. "Hey, what’s wrong?"  The stranger asked as he stepped in front of me. "My sister is missing."  I barely said without breaking down again. "How long has she been missing?" He asked with a questioning look on his face.  "Almost 2 days."  It was beginning to be to much for me again and I broke down. My knees were headed for the ground below but I was suddenly stopped and brought back up to my feet.  "Let’s go get some food and we can talk about it, if you’d like."  I just looked at him for a moment, analysing the stranger in front of me.  His hair was slicked back and hidden under a gray beenie.  He was tall, very tall, and wearing gray sweat pants and a rolling stones t-shirt.  His smile was big and welcoming, I nodded and walked with him.  "The place across the street has great burgers."  I smiled weakly as he was trying to cheer me up a bit.   

We got into the small restaurant, the stranger walked ahead of me and started to talk to the hostess.  She was smiling big as he leaned in and whispered something in her ear.  I could understand why she was smiling, he is a very attractive man and if the circumstance weren’t like this I would be smiling just as big.  I looked at her intentively and saw as her smile began to fade.  When he came back to her face she nodded and looked over to me as she grabbed 2 menus and walked us to the back corner where no one could really see us. “Enjoy your meal, your waiter should be here in a moment.”  She said with a dissappointed face.  I waited until she was out ear shot. “What did you say to her?”  I asked him quietly. 

"I just told her that you were going through some things and we needed to sit in the back so you could cry if needed."  I gasped as I reach over the table and gave his shoulder a slap. 

"You shouldn’t tell people I need to sit in the back and cry."  His face lit up with a huge smile and it was contagious.  I was smiling for he first time today and it felt good.   

"Ouch!  You’re just dead set on hitting me today."  I smiled and shook my head.  "I’m Harry," he said offering his hand to shake.  "I’m Bree." I said as I shook his hand.

Blood (Part 5)
As I witness the crazed man shift his eyes, from the crippled window socket, down to me, It is almost like everything is moving slower; dangerously close to not at all.

There’s nothing but wild pleasure in his gaze.

A strange and mysterious man.


I, plastered across the ground, find myself starring at my reaper.

Except this reaper is not a memorizing set of bones held together by only dark will, and a torn robe; tattered by the groveling souls.

If it were I would see a scythe at his adumbral side, frowning down at me, delving into my soul; judging me for my every chosen path, no matter good or bad.


No, not even remotely close.

My  personal version is more realistic.

My reaper is a sported man wearing a twisted smirk, while he toys with me as though I’m a child’s doll.


I snap from my odd comparison when he pulls his knife wielding hand from the now empty socket where the window once was.

Glass works to meld into the gravel, forming a dangerous mesh.

A few haunting shards remain stuck in place, peering out from the crevice of the door, baring their fangs at him.


His jacket sleeve catches on one of them as he retracts his arm.

He notices and yanks his arm back, causing his sleeve to utter a deep tearing noise from the shard’s jagged grip.

His sleeve tugs harshly at the glass, causing the tip of the dagger to crack off into his sleeve.

He is not fazed in the slightest as he brushes off the access glass fragment from it’s nestled refuge in his sleeve.

He steps toward me, rendered momentarily paralyzed on the ground, but to my surprise he stops just at my feet.

"I said I would give you a head start, so go! - before I change my mind" he half yells, kicking the tip of his boot at the sole of my shoe, tempting me to move, like an animal.

Amongst all of this terrible mess I am so thankful for my Toms. I can’t go a second without them.

My dad once told me as a kid to always wear some type of form based shoe, so if anything were to happen I would be prepared, and Toms were the most convenient and comfortable.

I stare up at him dazed. The sun is rising in the background, slowly but steadily, against the caramel sky.

There must be a good-sized body of water nearby for the sun to perceive and mirror so effortlessly.

An odd, yet spectacular colour to be projected amongst the stretched out-cotton candy-shaped clouds.


This man is purely psychotic…

-What am I going to do?

I use my hands to push myself up off of the ground, then bring my right foot in front of me to steady myself, on bent knee, setting myself in the typical marriage proposal position. I simultaneously put my right hand on my right knee set before me and push off of my knee to lift myself to my feet.

I pat my sweats and jacket, shooing the dust from it’s rest, then turn my back to him.


I wait mere moments before facing my head to the side, lining it up with my left shoulder.

I focus on his figure in the corner of my left eye.

He stays still for a moment realizing what I am doing.

I stalk his every motion as he turns on his heel and walks away from me, in no particular direction, with the knife still in his hand. He still holds the same body language, screaming at me to run for the hills and beyond.

I hear the clicking of his pocket knife as I watch him press the smooth back of the sleek blade against his thigh, pushing it into it’s conjoined sheath.

He puts it in one of his jacket pockets.


No!

I am anything but a coward.

-To hell with this!


I turn back to face him so quickly, I could easily give whiplash to a tornado itself.

My eyes are set ablaze as I dig them into the back of his neck, mentally scooping out all of the pre-meditated words from his throat.

If looks could kill, he would’ve been the one on the ground; A single black butterfly would flitter free from his gaped mouth.


“NO!” I scream at him, causing him to turn back to me as well, taken back by my outburst.


I lower my head, targeting my eyes on his, my eyelids tightened against my pupils.

Quite a menacing look.

I hardly even recognize my rage-influenced bravery.


“Excuse me?” He questions, in a bewildered version of his voice, attempting to mask his confusion but I can see right through it.

He almost mimics me, narrowing his eyes on mine, then takes a large step toward me. I do not falter; I take an even larger step toward him. He is astonished by this, my unexpected move, I can tell.

My vision intensifies and, in an instant, goes red.


“I will not be the fool you make into some-sort of game; I will not run, nor will I even walk from this spot! I will not be your makeshift coward, pressed under forceful threats! If sick merriment is what you’ve sought-after, then I’m sorry to disappoint you but you’ll have to continue your search elsewhere!” I take another big step to him, balling my fists at my sides and subconsciously pushing out my chest.


“-I will not play pawn to your sick version of amusement. If you want to kill me, then enough of the idol threats; Do it!” I take yet another large step toward him, but this time I reach him.

I am now mere inches from my reaper.

“-Hold true to your word; lose your knife in my chest!” I pound my fist against my chest, just over my heart; ‘X Marks the Spot’.

I am completely out of breath by the time I finish my outburst, standing with my fist glued to my rampant chest; panting, feeling strong, and holding my ground. I can’t help but feel such tremendous adrenaline and so tuned into my primal instincts.


Through attempting to deceive me with a collected cover, he is forced back a few steps by my words with an appalled look in his eyes, replaying them in his head.

He is obviously shocked.

As am I.

That look soon disappears.

It is smoothed over with a cheeky smile; of all things. At the sight of his formed lips, I drop my fist from clenching my chest.

Oh my- Why did I just do-  Why is he smiling?!

He steps back towards me, with his new found ‘sense of humor’, his body language is now cool and calm.

He reaches his left hand into the same-side pocket of his jacket, while extending the other. He shifts it open, baring his palm to me.


“What ar-” I am barley able to say before he grows impatient from my hesitation and reaches further, then grasps my right hand carefully into his fingers.


“What are you doing?!” I regain my lost words, while yanking my hand away in horror and confusion.


“Don’t worry, vixen, I’m not going to hurt you… This was all a test, and you should be happy to know that you passed; more so than expected actually.” He utters in slow reassurance, dropping his rejected act of ‘kindness’.


I take a small step back and stare at him. Rage consumes me.


“A bloody test!?…” I say exasperated.


As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, I step back to him with impulse burning in my fists. I swing my right, dominant, fist at his face and connect it with the bridge of his nose.

He stumbles back a few steps, nose in hand, but has no time to fully register my assault as I throw myself at his torso. I force my hands around his waist and shove my right shoulder into his abdomen. 

We both topple to the ground, landing with a hard thud.

I use him to cushion the fall against the gravel, falling on top of him messily, with my hands pressed against his chest.

I sit myself upon his lower stomach, hugging his hips with the inner sides of my bent legs. I position myself directly over him and rear my right fist back for another.

"You sick son-of-a bitch! You broke into my home, stole me away, drugged me, and almost killed me for ‘A TEST’!?” I scream frantically in his face between my blows. My knuckles rocket back to him, cracking against his right cheekbone; burying into his soft skin.


I use my left, non-dominant, hand to thread around his throat as my right hand cocks back to hit him for the third time.

With tears vengefully forming at my eyes from shock, I hold him in place. Droplets fall to his face and puddle against his squinted features.


His pulse is nonexistent under my trapping grip.


I yank myself, along with my left hand, back and stare down at him through clouded eyes in disgusted confusion.

I can see that he was greatly surprised by the strength behind my attack.

He is enraged now; livid.


I shouldn’t have let go. Crap; big mistake.


His hands shoot to my wrists, confining them beneath his long fingers.

He then launches me off of him.

I crash onto my side about a foot away from him.

He hastily sits up, positions himself to his knees and reaches over to me, pushing me onto to my back by my shoulders.

He then climbs onto me, submerging me into the gravel.

He locks me in place between his knees like I had done before, grabs my wrists again, and puts them above my head.

He puts both of my wrists in one of his hands, holding them still, and moves his free hand to his face.

 His eyes bore into mine.


“What a bad girl you can be.

*tisk*

*tisk*

*tisk*.” He mocks me as he caresses his, not so fresh, face.

“No; that just will not do.

You will have to be taught some manners.” He snickers down at me.

He yanks me up from the ground with him and pulls me close against him. He does not look at me, but scans everywhere around me. He is just tall enough to easily peer over my head.

His eyes light up when I assume he found something to his liking.

He looks down at me, gives me a wink, then looks back to his target.

I follow his eyes to the adjacent truck as he endeavors to drag me over to it.

I dig my feet into the ground, try to flail my arms to break them free of his grip, and anything else I can do to cease his suppressive hold.

He drags me to the back of the vehicle, pulls me to his left side, then ties his left hand firmly around my waist.

I thrust my elbows at him and bash my frantic fists against him, such as a kid throwing a temper tantrum.

As I just found myself getting the jump on him only seconds before, to my disadvantage, he is obviously well aware now and very strong.

I cannot even manage an inch from him.

He uses his free hand to un-latch the tailgate. It drops down with a moderate thud. He returns the hand to me while I struggle and fight him the entire time.

He shoves me against the truck and bends me over the tailgate.


“What in the hell are you doing!?” I scream, panicked.


He is going to kill me now; I know he is. This is it…


He leans down to my ear. “Your misbehavior will not go unnoticed; I’m now going to supply the appropriate punishment.” I can tell he’s smiling, I can just sense it. He takes some sort of demented pleasure in my pain and discomfort.


He leans back into his original standing position.

My eyes screw shut awaiting the unexpected.


What is he going to do; stab me, shoot me, suffocate me, snap my neck?-what!?


Nothing happens for some time. He just holds me against the truck. The anxiety is killing me before he even has the chance to.


“Stop torturing me, just do it; I can’t take this! I’m not going to give you what you want so I am of no use to you!” I wince.


“Quite the sadistic type aren’t you, my little vixen. And it’s quite the contrary-“ He trails off. He takes a step to my right side, still keeping his grip tight.


You are to ‘him’, as gold is to a greedy Pirate.” He continues.


“Which makes it all the more enticing to make you squirm under me; knowing he abhors even the very thought of my touch on your, alleged, “pure” skin.” he sucks in a tight breathe and places his hand on my lower back, just above the hem of my sweats.


“I am most certainly not yours; Who are you talking about?!” I grimace and twitch from the tips of his fingers tracing along the near-bottom of my spine.

What a stupid question.

Just as I ask of the mystery-man, the light evidence of his hand disappears from my lower back. I sign with relief under my breath.

I sighed to soon.

He strikes me across the ass. Hard. Quick. A loud ‘clack’ sounds from the collision between his palm and I.

My pupils dilate and almost tear at their seams.


“Ahh!” I yelp, jerking forward under his force, sliding against the hard plastic covering of the bed lining.


He seems to take solace in my cries.

He strikes me again, but this time allowing his hand to linger against my sheathed skin. He spreads his hand against me and squeezes tightly.


“How beautiful.” he says proudly behind me.


“Aghh, stop!” I practically squeal from the lecherous grope and the hot sting produced by his form of ‘punishment’. 

Personal Experience: Chapter Eight

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

“What do you call this?” I hear someone say from behind me.

“Good morning, El,” I smile at her. I look back towards Colleen to see she fell asleep.

“Well?”

“You didn’t hear the big commotion a few hours ago.”

“What commotion?”

“Exactly,” I laugh, “Louis and Niall thought it would be funny to switch sleeping areas last night. Meaning that Louis, your boyfriend, decided to cuddle with Andrea.”

“He what?!” she nearly yells. “I’m going to kill that boy,” El shakes her head.

“You, Per and Nicole were sound asleep when Colleen and I went to check out what was going on.”

“You love her, don’t you? Like, you truly love her?”

“‘Course I do,” I push a few strands of Colleen’s hair out of the way.

“Is she ever going to tell us what’s up with her?”

“I have no clue,” I sigh. “Like I said, it’s completely up to her. Nicole and Andrea know because, well, they’re her best friends. Aside from Niall, that is.”

“I’m worried for her. We all are.”

“I know.”

“Especially Louis. Harry, you know how protective he is of her.”

“And if he were to know he’d flip shit.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

I glare at her, “Drop it, El.”

Colleen begins to stir, “Mm? What’s going on?”

“Oh, nothing, Love. El just came to join us.”

“Good morning,” she yawns.

“‘Morning, love bug.” El joins us on the couch as we continue to watch TV. I’ve had the movie channels going for a while now.

“Can we watch cartoons?” Colleen asks.

“Sure, Love. Anything for you,” I poke her nose and turn on cartoon network. Even at twenty-five years old she still loves her cartoons. She lazily draws patterns on my chest as we continue to lie together on the couch. Nicole and Liam join us in the room next, and I can hear the sounds of cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen knowing perfectly well who it is.

“Is Zayn still pissed off at Louis and Niall?” I ask.

“Oh yea,” Liam replies. “He got up and went to sleep with Per.”

“That explains that question,” say Eleanor. We all laugh.

“How come you guys didn’t go back to sleep?” asks Liam.

“We couldn’t,” I reply.

“Have you gotten any sleep since you’ve been here? Either of you?”

“Yes. Usually when we’re sharing a room,” I lie.

Zayn, Perrie, Niall, Andrea and Louis pile into the living room after about an hour of the other half of us watching Batman: The Animated Series. I stare at Colleen as her face lights up in excitement to the show. “How many of these episodes have you seen, Colleen?” Liam asks.

“All of them,” she immediately replies.

“Jeez… And I thought I was a Batman freak.”

Colleen giggles, “Haven’t I shown you my comic book collection?”

“NO!”

She starts to laugh more, “If you want to check it out, it’s in my basement.”

“You won’t show me?”

“Maybe later. I’m quite comfortable here,” she squeezes me a bit. Everyone laughs. Colleen can be such a kid sometimes; and it makes me wonder what goes on in her head. The way she can go from this happy, go lucky girl to a broken girl that makes my eyes water, and causes my heart to break.

“What should we do today?” asks Louis.

“Be lazy like every other day,” answers Niall.

“Oh, come on, we should go out and have fun.”

“How about we go clubbing tonight?!” yells Nicole. I feel Colleen slightly tense up then relax right away.

“That sounds like fun!” says Perrie, “I need to have a good night out!”

“Yea, we need to have fun before we go back to work,” Liam says causing everyone to laugh.

*Later that night*

“Are you sure you want to go tonight?” I ask Colleen looking into her eyes.

“I am,” she smiles half-heartedly. “What should I wear?”

“How about that dress you wore on our first date?” I wink at her.

“I don’t know… Isn’t it too revealing?”

“Not for my taste…”

“I’ll go put it on, and then see how I feel.”

As Colleen changes I grab my outfit; black skinnies and a black t-shirt with my favorite boots. Colleen absolutely hates them. Just as I pull my shirt over my head Colleen walks back into the room. I freeze in my motions, “I forgot how sexy you look in that dress.”

She smiles shyly. “I don’t know… I don’t really feel comfortable…”

“But… But…” I stutter, “God, you look so sexy.”

“Harry, I don’t want to wear it!” she yells then storms back out of the room.

“Everything okay, Haz?” Louis asks peeking his head into her room.

“I don’t think we’re going to the club tonight.”

“Why not? It’ll do you good.”

I start to get frustrated, “No. Just leave it. She and I aren’t going.”

Colleen shyly walks back into the room, “Harry, you can go if you want. I’m fine by myself here.”

“You seem stressed lately,” says Louis, “You really should go. I’ll stay here with Colleen.”

“But.”

“Harry!” he yells, “You’re going. You can go as Eleanor’s date. You need it.”

“Fine,” I grumble.

Louis leaves the room to go talk to Eleanor. “I’m sorry,” Colleen says walking towards me.

“Please don’t apologize,” I say still angered pinching the bridge of my nose. “It’s not going to be fun without you there.”

“I’m sor-” she stops mid-sentence, “I just don’t… Well, you know…”

“I know, Love, I know,” I pull her close kissing the top of her head then her lips.

We walk downstairs since everyone is waiting for me. “Are you sure you two don’t want to come?” Zayn asks Colleen and Louis.

“I’m sure,” Colleen whispers.

“I am too,” says Louis.

Colleen walks over to me giving me one last kiss before I leave, “Go have fun, Haz. You don’t always need me to have fun.”

“‘Course I do,” I wink at her leaving the house.

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