Prince Harry Ih.sI

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a/n: second update in less than 24 hours. Yas bish.

Oh HAHA guess what? I dropped my iphone earlier today and my screen cracked. Like the whole damn screen is cracked. I had to put duck tape over it all so I don't cut my ear while talking or finger while texting. W/e.

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I don't know what made him so angry. I tried to defend myself but how could I? He was already stronger than me and not to mention I'm more than positive he’s drank alcohol, which at this moment makes him invincible.

After much yelling and cursing, me slapping his greedy hands off me, we've reached the house. When Louis stepped outside of the car I quickly shut the door and locked it, trapping myself alone in the limousine while he was yelling and banging for me to open the car door. I couldn’t, I knew he would hurt me, he even told me so after he slapped me for being too loud while we yelled.

The driver ended up unlocking the doors for him.

So here we are, walking towards his mansion while he pulls on my hair and I cry.

I try not to think of Harry but oh how bad I wish he were here to take me away.

But we don't always get what we want in life can we?

At the front door Louis struggles to unlock the locks and has moved his hand from harshly yanking on my hair to grabbing my upper arm. Unlike Harry who constantly has people at his home like maids and security, Louis doesn’t and it’s not hard to know why. The man’s an asshole.

Hiccups start to escape my lips as Louis finally pushes the door open, he unnoticeably tightens the strands off my hair that are wrapped around his hands and I silently yelp.  

When he shoves me in the house, I scream for him to stop but he doesn't. I don't really know what got into him but now that I think of it, I believe I caught him talking with Covetous while I was dancing... Maybe he's the reason? Regardless, these are Louis' actions so this must be what he wants.

Every step we take up the stairs Louis grips onto my arm tighter. He yells nasty things at me and tells me that I'm going to have to do whatever he wants and that he isn't playing Mr. Nice guy anymore. 

My tears have disappeared but that doesn't stop the crazy thoughts that enter my mind of what he's capable of as we'll as the pain I'll endure.

Harry and I only had sex once but he was gentle and loving and kept me calm... And Louis is nowhere near as sweet as Harry when it comes to that stuff. I mean I could just tell. For god's sake Louis has just finished telling me he's going to shove into me till he can't no more... And so the tears have returned as well as the hiccups.

"Get on the fucking bed," Louis yells as he pushes me onto the mattress. I whimper as my back hits the headboard.

Louis doesn't even bother to shut the bedroom door.

I try to crawl away from Louis but he grabs onto my ankles and pulls me to him as I scream.

I won't go down without a fight.

Fight...

Is this why Harry was training me? Is this why I had lessons?

"Louis, get off!" I scream as he starts to take the belt off my dress. He starts to kiss down my neck. I wriggle my whole body trying to shake his lips away and off of me.

"Gisele, stop it!" He whispers very huskily.

I shake my head as more tears threaten to spill. He's lips attack my neck where he harshly sucks and his left hand has pinned my wrists together, bruising my skin as they're pinned above my head.