"I want him to think he's going to play with you." His hands grab my collar and suddenly my dress is torn open too. "But he won't ever get to, do you know why?" His eyes devouring my bare chest. "Because you're mine."
"I want him to think he's going to play with you." His hands grab my collar and suddenly my dress is torn open too. "But he won't ever get to, do you know why?" His eyes devouring my bare chest. "Because you're mine."
"Harry?" I asked.
His eyes barely opened before he closed them again.
"Niall," his voice was so soft and drifted. I cried again, just happy to hear him talking. He was awake now.
"Harry, Harry I'm...