Ana’s POV
The boys came at me again and I did a simple leg sweep. Louis is playing dead and it makes me smile. These boys help me forget. I feel whole again. I offer my hand to Harry which he graciously accepts. When he stands up, he doesn’t step away. My breathing quickens imperceptibly while he reaches a strong hand behind my waist. God I want to kiss him so bad. His old spice cologne fills my nose as he leans his head down slowly. You can’t do this, Ana. I tell myself.
“It’s okay,” Harry whispers romantically. But it isn’t. It isn’t fair to him. I lean back and remove myself from his grasp. I clear my throat and clear my mind with a quick shake of my head. I go and kneel to ‘dead’ Louis. His tongue is lying comically out of his mouth. I poke his head, hoping to find a ticklish spot. I succeed and he convulses while trying to keep a straight face. I swing my leg over him and sit on his stomach while tickling him. Soon enough we’re rolling over each other, abandoning every care.
Harry is still standing where I left him with the sloppy grin that I love so much plastered to his face. Louis pins me with my arms to either side of my head and his legs straddling my thighs. I try to hide my nervousness. I’ve been in this position too many times.
Kyle took my clothes and threw them to the other side of the room along with his. I was tied to the bed again. The rough rope gave me burns on my ankles and wrists. I had only been here a few days; a week at most.
“Let’s try something new!” He clapped his hands excitedly while untying me. I didn’t have enough energy to try and escape. He had only fed me a thin slice of bread since I got here. “Go stand against the wall, then act like I’m Romeo and you’re Juliet.” I was confused but did as he asked. That was something I learned. Shut up and do what he says. I stand there shyly as he takes me in.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask him.
“Hmmmm,” he muses while rubbing his chin. “ I changed my mind.” He grabs me roughly by my hair and drags me to the floor. He grabs my hands and straddles me. I feel him grow hard. How can torture turn someone on? “I’m in the mood for some sucking action.” I feel a pit in my stomach as he forces me to do revolting things to him. He punches me in the face and I black out.
I quickly use my years of martial arts to turn the tides and get him in a leg choke hold. He taps my leg and I release obediently. I stand up and walk to the couch without saying anything. I’m still upset about the pinning thing.
“I’m sorry if I took it too far, Ana,” Louis says from beside me. “It’s really easy to get caught up and forget that you were gone for 4 months while god only knows what was happening.” I smile up at him and pull him into a big hug.
“I want you to get caught up. When you do I do and I want to forget.” I’m speaking to Harry and Louis, even though Curly is still standing where I left him. He has a look on his face that I don’t know. I release Louis from the hug which he does not do willingly. Man this guy is really into the whole touchy touchy thing.
“What’s wrong Hazza?” I asked worriedly. Did I do something wrong? I should’ve just kissed him. That’s what he wants. For the first time since I moved here I wanted to kiss someone. Why didn’t I? Oh yeah. I’ve been forced too many guys. It wouldn’t be fair for him to get involved with someone like me. He deserves so much better. He shakes his head.
“Nothing Sweetheart.” I tense up. That’s what Kyle called me.
“Don’t call me that,” I warn him.
“I don’t like being told what to do,” I only realize later that it was a joke that I took way too seriously. I walk up and get into his face.
“Neither do I but did that stop Kyle from ordering me around all the time calling me his ‘sweetheart?’” I spit the words at him more venomously then I mean to and walk out the door. Tears are rolling down my face and I have no idea where I’m going to go. I hear someone rushing out behind me but I don’t care who it is. I don’t want Louis or Harry following me.
I spin around and grab the guy’s wrist and swing him around so I have hold of his shoulder and the rest of his body is pressed up against the wall. Without looking at who it I yell at him.
“Just leave me alone Harry or Louis or whoever you are!” The way I’m holding him, I can’t see his face but when he speaks, I quickly let go.
“Well this isn’t either one of those guys!” He laughs with a thick Irish accent. “Now who are you dearie?” I step away from him and bump into the two guys I was trying to get away from. The Irish man was giggling. “What did you guys to this one?” He asks jokingly. That’s when he noticed the bruises and cuts and the gauze with blood patches. He looks into my eyes and back at the boys now angry.
“This is Niall, Ana. He’s one of the band members,” Harry explains as he gently places his hand on my shoulder. I pull the same move on him that I did on Niall.
“I don’t give a fuck who it is! Leave me alone.”
“You’d care if it was Kyle, wouldn’t you?” Louis asks while trying to get my grip on Harry to loosen. His comment does the trick. I get in his face this time.
“You don’t know anything!” I snarl at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Niall looking between the three of us with a look of completely clueless on his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it and cocks his head to one side.
I start to run down the hall. I have no idea where I’m going but I just need to get out of there. I crash into a wall and lean my back against it, sobbing. I slowly slide down the wall and place my head in my hands. I don’t know how long I sit there, but when I look up, Harry is sitting against the opposite wall with tears in his eyes. Will he ever give up?