🚨Very strong language, read at your own risk. Trigger warning: Rape.

Next day..

Harry:

"Alright, now walk straight towards me." Our trainer -or my trainer- Joe ordered me, he was kinda cool and looked like a plastic surgeon.

I did as he said, I was excited to show everyone my skills, it's true Zayn told them I used to work with another agency in Italy, but anyway, I knew I was pretty good with any work that involves moving my body.

"Perfect, now walk the other way," Joe asked again, and I did, feeling more confident now.

"Harry, stop swinging your hips! You're seducing everybody." He screamed at me and I stopped and turned around, blushing at his words. 

Everyone was nodding their heads, including Niall.

Well everyone except Zayn, he was frowning.

"Again." Joe uttered and I rolled my eyes at his demanding, but walked again anyway.

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By midday, Joe has drained me from my energy, I never thought modelling was so hard, it's even harder than dancing in the strip club.

"I beg you, a break." I put my hands dramatically in front of me, trying to show him how tired I was.

He laughed, "Alright, only because you are the Boss fiance." Joe winked towards Zayn who was sitting beside him and watching me up and down, his eyes were captivating me but maybe also undressing me, it's the look that makes you feel naked.

Anyway, I didn't care as long as Joe gave me my break.

I threw myself on the first seat I saw. Feeling tired but kinda.. at peace. I mean I'm working a respectful job for the first time and everyone treats me well.

I can get used to this.

Zayn stood up and got closer to me with a water bottle, he opened it and put it in between my lips to drink softly, I took two small gulps without moving my hands to grab it from him.

"What do you think so far?" He asked me with a smile, his voice low and calm, whispering to me only and I really felt like we are a real couple.

"Good, I guess, thank you." I uttered, and his smile widened, as he petted my hair softly.

He stood beside me, as I was relaxing for a bit, and I watched Joe and Niall working with other models, some were so young and cute that I literally wanted to bite them.

"Do you mind If I leave you here for a couple of hours?" Zayn asked me out of the blue.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm heading to my parents' home, I thought you wouldn't like to come, or would you?" He asked me.

I thought for a second, and I really didn't want to go there.

"Nah, you go ahead, I'll just continue training with Mr. Demanding here." I gave him a dimpled smile.

"If he gets too much to handle, tell me alright?"

"Okay." I smiled again, and he got closer and pressed a kiss on my cheek, just above my dimple.

Disappointing.

Why. Not. On. My. Lips!

I saw him walk away and I thought, we are in a public place, in his company to be exact, so why would I wish for a kiss when I can just get one from him myself?

With no hesitation, not that I needed any, I ran after him, "Zayn!" I shouted his name.

He turned around, "Yeah?" Looking confusingly at me, I immediately pressed my lips to his.

He kissed back so fast that I almost laughed, I sucked softly on his plumb upper lip as he sucked on my bottom one, biting it gently.

Before I broke it, smiling, as I heard whistles from his crew.

"Don't be late." I laughed at his shocking look. He probably couldn't believe his eyes.

He swallowed loudly and licked his lips, before he nodded and walked away.

"Harry, your break is over." Joe screamed at me and I was sure by the end of the day, I would give him the finger.

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But have you ever heard of a mush? If you haven't well, that's me.. a boy who definitely was not born under a lucky star.

Because five minutes after Zayn left, I saw the man that I officially hate the most right now, entering the room.

First I heard someone's saying, "We got a new model." Probably Niall who said that.

"Oh really? let's see them then," I heard another male saying and that's when I saw him.

"Oh well, look who we have here." He smirked at me, Holland.

Why is he everywhere now! Do we attract what we hate?

Joe turned around then his face lit up, he went towards him and gave him a hug and a kiss on his mouth. Yucky.

"Babe, didn't know you'd be coming today. I thought you were still in France."

"I came back today." Liar!! "But I'm seeing a new model here, Harry, isn't it?" He turned to me, pretending he didn't recognize me.

"Yeah." I faked a smile for everyone around us sake. And Zayn's sake as well.

"What do you think of him so far?" Holland asked Joe.

"Well, he needs some work on his posture, but except that he's prefect, I don't know how his old agency let him leave. Look at these green eyes and this bubble butt."

Everyone laughed including Holland who then turned at me and mouthed, "I am."

"If he got any better, he'd be the first male model for Victoria's Secret Angels." Joe joked again.

"So," Holland said while clearing his throat, "How about you go take a rest, Joe. I'll continue training him."

No no no!

The way he's looking at me! I didn't like this.

"You're sure, baby?" He put his hands around Holland's neck who bent down and kissed his lips.

"Sure, sweetheart."

Joe nodded his head before leaving without sparing me any other look.

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"Change your clothes." Holland ordered while setting down in Joe's seat.

I looked down at my blue jeans and my polo shirt, "Why?"

"Do as I say, Harry."

I huffed and went to the change room to find something else to wear.

"Where are you going?" He spoke behind me. Ugh.

"To find something else to wear, isn't that what you said?" I was about to explode.

"Change here, you're a model now."

I looked around and no one was looking my direction. But still I didn't wanna change in here.

"There're no other clothes here, I was going to find some new ones as well." I explained, trying to sound collected and calm.

"No need to, strip to your underwear." He emphasised on the word 'strip'.

Fuck!

"What?" I shouted on purpose, having everyone's attention now. Good.

"What's wrong?" Niall asked while looking at a file in his hand.

"He wants me to strip to my boxer only." I immediately told Niall. 

"Yeah Harry, we usually do that, but regarding you're the Boss lover, we have to ask him first."

I looked at Holland and he was having a mocking smile on his face, I was sure he didn't ask that to be professional.

"I won't." I finally said. Just like that.. I won't.

Holland frowned at me, and I frowned back, challenging him.  

I knew I was playing with fire, but I will not the one you can blackmail easily Holland.

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He kept putting his hand on my body, many unnecessary times, that I actually wanted to vomit, feeling pathetic and used.

While to everyone else, he looked like he's guiding me on how to move, by placing his hand on my hips, or how to look up, placing his hand on my chin, while moving it also down my neck.

And I got fed up!

So I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I wanted to cry, feeling gross at being touched that way without my consent.

I threw some water on my face, since I felt dizzy for some reason, maybe I overworked today. Was Holland doing that on purpose?

As I looked up, I let out a gasp seeing Holland's eyes staring at me.

And before I could say a word, he pulled me by my collar towards the last toilet stall, he pushed me inside and closed the door, and lock it.

I was about to scream when he put his hand over my mouth,

"If you scream, I will tell Zayn everything." I panicked and started to fight him, but I felt all my strength draining from me due to how hard I worked today and the dizziness that was still hitting me.

I started to shout on his hand, screaming every kind of curse words I know, hitting him with my weak fists.

He took his belt out with one gesture and tied my hands over my head, and I took that as an opportunity to scream.

But he slapped me hard on my mouth, and I felt the familiar taste of blood.

He pushed his knee in between my legs before he started to open his trousers. And I started to panic more and more.

He tied his hands above my head and I felt even more dizzy, but I continued to push him away,

All was in my head now; Déjà vu.

"No!! Holland get away, I'm begging you. Don't do this to me please! Not again! No!" I begged as he pulled my trousers and boxer down with one swift move.

He was being a monster, no he was one! I screamed again and again, and he punched me every single time I screamed 'help'.

He turned me around roughly, my face was facing the wall, and with no warning, he entered me.

"Please no no!!!" I shouted but he put his hand around my neck, choking me.

"Shut up slut!!" He starting thrusting in me roughly, and with no mercy to my begging, and I felt myself losing all my power, I felt myself going back to when I was a kid, still used, still powerless, raped.

I felt myself losing conscious as he tied his hand on my neck more,

"Zayn!" I weakly screamed my saviour's name before I collapsed to the floor.. and he kept thrusting.

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A/N: God! I hate Holland so much.

This chapter isn't finished, I split it in two, the other half will be in Zayn's pov. But this was a bit long and I didn't want this chapter to be longer than usual.

I'll update again tonight or early tomorrow. Sorry for the sad chapter.

Hope you like it x

This to cheer you up x

Love y'all. 💛