Harry POV

Make me. Oh I’ll make her.

I took her wrist and pushed her back down onto the couch. I climbed on top of her. She had no way of escaping.

“I thought you said you could take me.” I seductively said.

“I can if you give me a chance!”

“Fine I’ll go easy.”

I flopped down on her, all sprawled out.

“You’re fat ass is killing me!” she was gasping for air being all dramatic.

“Come and get me Riley Shawn!” I said playfully.

She wrapped her legs around my waist. Now we’re getting somewhere. But it took a turn for the unexpected.

She flipped us off the couch, resulting in me landing on my back and her on top of me. Riley got up straddling my waist and pinned my hands down.

“You think you’re the shit but you aren’t. If you think I can be another one of your sluts you’re wrong. Go find some other girl to fool. Don’t get me involved with anything. You can spend the night here but don’t talk to me and don’t call me love. Capeesh?”

I hummed and licked my lips. “I like them feisty.”

Riley rolled her eyes at me and began to stand up. I pulled her back down wrapped my legs around her and my arms so she couldn’t break free.

“Harry Edward Styles let me go!”

“Never!”

She was wiggling under me trying to break free, huffing a fit.

“Wait. How do you know my middle name?”

“I don’t know. Now let me go!”

“What else do you know?”

“I know that you’re annoying as hell!”

I let go of her. She remembers my middle name. That’s such a small detail but it’s a start. I slowly sat up and watched her go into the bathroom to fix her pony tail. I followed her in.

“Can you not!”

“Such a common white girl.”

She huffed at me. “Well I’m going to bed so don’t follow me there.”

“Do you want me to read you The Flying Unicorn?”

“NO!”

I know that was a sensitive topic but I was just wondering.

“Jeez! Who lit the fuse on your tampon?”

“You!”

She ran out of the bathroom, up the stairs to her room and slammed it closed. I cringed at the loud bang. I quietly walked up the stairs to check on her. I was about to knock on her door when I heard her praying. She was talking to God and to her parent’s about me. “Why is he here? Why did you send him to me? Dad do you think he will hurt me? Do I know him? He knows about my name, pajamas, book. Mom, dad, should I trust him?” There was more to it. I could hear her sniffling. I wanted to go in so badly and hug her, cuddle the shit out of her and make everything better, but if I did I would just make everything worse.

When she finished her prayer she turned off her light and snuggled into her bed.
I slid down the wall and sat next to her door. I just want you to remember Riley. Is that too much to ask? If only you'd remember everything it would be okay!

I went back downstairs to get some more food. I came back up with chips and ice cream. I think I’m growing again. I kept eating until I went into a food coma and past out.

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Riley POV

I woke up at 2:30 am. Ugh, I hate when this happens. Needing to go pee in the middle of the night always sucks. I opened my door and nearly peed right there. Harry scared the living daylights out of me. He was asleep, leaning against the wall. He had a bag of cheetos beside him, and an ice cream tub in his lap and a spoon in his hand. Umm, okay?

Before I could wake him I had to go pee first. When I was through I opened the door. Harry was still asleep. I thought the flush would wake him but it didn’t. I bent down and tapped on his shoulder. “Harry?” No response. I started shaking him and said his name a bit louder. Still no response. I moved the ice cream off of him and threw the spoon aside. I grabbed his ankles and started tugging. I was dragging him across the carpet into my room. His back fell to the ground causing him to groan in pain. “Sorry!” He didn’t say anything. He’s still asleep. Can anything wake him up?

I dragged him in front of my bed and grabbed an extra blanket to throw on him.

“Bed,” he groaned.

“What?”

“I need a bed. You broke my back woman.”

“I can’t carry you Harry so tough luck. And never in a million years would I allow you in my bed.”

“Good riddance.”

I tossed him a pillow and a blanket.

“I need you to read me a bedtime story Riley.”

“No.”

“Riley. Elizabeth. Shawn.” He growled.

Him growling and saying my name gives me the shivers but with he's saying it in the dark, it frightens me even more. He can have so much power over me. I don’t understand why, or how.

“What b-book Harry?”

“Ha. You stuttered. I like how I can make you nervous.”

“And here I thought you were asleep. What book?”

“You know what book.”

“When You Give A Mouse A Cookie?” I lied. I knew he was talking about The Flying Unicorn.

I can’t read that to him. It’s my parent’s and mines book. I can’t read it to just him. I have to read it to them too.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not,” I said with a wary tone.

“Do I have to call you buy your first name again?” He sat up and starred me in the eyes with furred brows.

I gulped.

I walked over to my closet pushing the sliding doors open. I stood on my tippy toes and reached for a box on the top shelf. Once I got it I settled it down on my bed. I rummaged through it looking for the book. It was a bit dusty. I haven’t pulled that box down in ages. The Flying Unicorn. Here it is on the very top of the pile. I took it out walking over to Harry and
sitting next to him.

“Well here it is.”

“Well, aren’t you going to read it to me?”

I opened the book to the first page and began reading. When I got halfway I started to feel an odd feeling in my stomach. It felt all wrong to be reading this. I can’t read this. Not by myself, not without my parent’s here and not to Harry.

“I’m sorry I can’t.” I slammed the book closed, pulled my knees up to my chest rocking back and forth. I tried to calm myself but it wasn’t working. I was breathing in and out pretty rapidly. It was embarrassing having Harry here to see all of this. I don’t like when people see me in a mess.

“Hey it’s okay. Everyone has their moments. You can tell me about it if you’d like or you can cry. I don’t mind.”

I tried not to pay attention to him. I just kept rocking my body. A minute later Harry’s hand went to my chin pulling it in his direction.

“Riley. I thought reading that book would help you remember. I guess it just helped you remember bad memories. I didn’t mean for you to feel bad about your parent’s or anything.”

“My parent’s? You know what happened to my parent’s?”

“Yes.”

I slapped him across his face leaving a big red hand print.

“What gives you the right. You knew about my parent’s and knew that reading this book would upset me. Why?”

Silence.

“Why!?”

I started to get up from the ground but he pulled me back down by my wrist, plopping me on his lap.

“Let me go Harry or to hell with you!”

“Listen to me Riley,” with a stern voice. “All of this is for your own good! It will help you recollect everything! I am here to help you and be there for you! Trust me!”

“So far you’re not helping me. You’re hurting me Harry.”

“Will this help?”

He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed my lips. So gentle, so soft. I’ve never felt something like it before. I’m getting lost in just a simple peck to the lips I forgot why I was mad.

He pulled away and looked at me trying to find any emotion on my face.

Then I remembered who it was.

“Why would Harry Styles want me? I don’t want him so why keep trying?”

“What? Riley…”

“Get the fuck out of my house and stop playing with me,” I said cold heartedly.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“Make me,” he leaned in closer to my face.

“You’re no better than him.”

Harry POV

“Make me,” I said with a more serious tone.

“You’re no better than him.”

Flashback

I punch my fist into the tiled wall. I look at Riley’s frail body, some bruises are noticeable but I want to get more access to them. I walk over to her and start fidgeting with her zipper.

“Harry no please stop! PLEASE!”

I’m in a different zone. I can’t stop. I need to see how badly Riley is hurt. I wasn’t able to protect her well enough last night.

“No no stop Jake no! Please you’re scaring me! Don’t Jake don’t hurt me I’m begging you! AAAHHH!”

Riley slumped down to the floor with tears flowing down her cheeks, chest rising swiftly. When I realized what I did to her I felt incredibly terrible. I squat down to her height pushing her hair behind her ear. My eyes are starting to feel glossy. When I see Riley upset I get upset. I don’t like seeing her cry. Riley closed her eyes. I wanted to see her beautiful so I started calling her name. I wanted to make things right.

"Riley!? Please talk to me love please?”

“You’re no better than him.”

End of Flashback

Out of all the things she can remember she remembers that and has to say it to me. I didn’t mean for all of this to happen!

“I’m no better than who?”

“I don’t know it just slipped out.”

“Riley you do know! Who!? Who am I!? I am no better than who!?”

She lifted her eyes to look at me, with shiny eyes.

“No better than…"

Notes

I wanted to update today so I came up with something super quick. It's no my best I know but I am going to be sorta busty the next couple of days so I thought I should update.

It's not my best but I still hope you like it :)

Keep on subscribing and voting please!

Who is Riley going to say that is no better than Harry? Will she say Jake or some other person? Plot twist I think is coming up WHOOOO