His Slave

Chapter 2

The next morning I woke to Harry shaking me roughly. I winced as my body warned me of the bruises covering my body.

“Time to get up.” He said, shoving the covers off my shoulders and pulling me out of bed. He pulled me out of the room and into a kitchen, pushing me onto a chair before sitting opposite me.

“What time is it?” I grumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“About 7 I think.” Said Harry, sipping a cup of coffee. I glared enviously at him and his caffeine until the rest of the boys had sat down.

“Do you want a coffee?” Yawned Niall, standing and moving over to the kettle. I shook my head. One of the worst things for me was coffee first thing in the morning.

“Use your words.” Growled Harry from across the table. I rolled my eyes at him and turned to Niall.

“No thanks, Niall. I don’t agree with coffee in the morning.” I explained, stifling a yawn. I yelped as Harry grabbed the front of the shirt I was still wearing and pulled me to my feet. He dragged me into the bedroom and I started to panic. Harry slammed the door behind us and threw me onto the floor. I looked up at him through my lashes as he paced in front of me.

“Let’s get a few things straight.” He said through gritted teeth, spinning round to stop directly in front of me. “I have rules, one of those being respect.” He said, glaring at me. I averted my gaze to the floor and prayed he wasn’t going to hit me again. “That means no rolling your eyes at people, no backchat, using your words and absolutely no sarcasm.” Damn. That’s a hard one. I can’t talk without what I say coming out as sarcastic. “Understand?” He asked and I nodded before realising my mistake.

“Yes.” I said, glancing up at him again.

“Yes sir.” He growled.

“Yes sir.” I confirmed. “Sorry sir.” I added.

“Good.” He said, nodding. “Now go apologise for being rude to Niall.” He said, pulling me to my feet by my ear and shoving me out of the door. He followed me to the kitchen where all of the boys were sat, eating toast and downing coffee. “Kneel down by his feet, call him sir, and wait for him to say its ok before you stand.” He murmured into my ear.

“Yes sir.” I nodded, walking over to the table, everyone’s eyes on me. Harry sat back down at the table and I knelt down next to Niall. I kept my eyes trained on the floor. “I’m very sorry for my rudeness sir, it won’t happen again.” I watched Niall’s feet and I jumped as he patted my head.

“Its ok babe, everyone makes mistakes.”

“Thank you sir.” I said, rising to my feet and looking over to Harry to see him and the boys nodding in approval. I blushed and looked down at the floor.

“Come sit down.” Harry patted his lap and I hesitantly made my way over to him. I perched on the edge of his lap, tensing a little when he pulled me back, resting his chin on my shoulder. At that point my stomach growled and I blushed as Harry started chuckling. “Are you hungry?” He asked, eyeing me in amusement.

“Yes sir.” I murmured. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday as I was dancing through lunch. I had planned to get something to eat when I got home but that never happened.

“Tough.” He said, smirking and the others all sniggered together. I sighed and leant back into his chest. After everyone had finished their coffee Harry stood me up, tugging me into the bedroom again. He sat me on the bed and chucked me one of his hoodies and my dance trousers. I put them on and pulled my dance trainers back on as they were the only shoes I had with me. I combed out my hair as best as I could with my fingers and pulled it back into a ponytail again.