Harry's POV
She was so cute siting on the bed pretending like she didn't want me. "You're adorable" I muttered. I smiled "You're such a good girl." "Please", she whimpered. All I did was laugh. I moved closer rubbing her cheek with my thumb; I gave her a small tap on her face. I started to undress slowly, planning how I was going to tourture her today.
Luna had been so stupid to stay with me. I loved the feeling of her being afraid of me, but deep down I didn't want to do this. It had almost become an addiction. I craved her crying and whimpering. I couldn't stop myself once I had started.
I pulled down my underpants and walked slowly to her. I placed soft kisses on her neck, while undressing her. She started to sob softly. I smirked, "No crying love." I said as I slapped her in the breast. I could feel her body shaking from the fear. This is what I needed. I entered her, slapping her more, leaving red marks on her bum and back. I cried for her to say my name. She did and it put me over the edge. I pulled out and came all over her back. I was satisfied.
Luna had collapsed and started crying into her pillow. I felt the sadness pull at my heart. All I wanted to do was cuddle with her and tell her everything was okay, but my addiction wouldn't allow this. Before I could even think about getting dressed, Luna tackled me. She looked into my eyes. I saw pure rage. She sucker punched me right in the stomach, making the coffee in it churn. She ran away into the living room. I was infurated. She had no respect for my needs.
I followed the soft sobs into the living room. "Luna? Baby?" I said. I heard a whimper from behind the sofa. I found her and grabbed her by the wrists, making sure that they would bruse. She cried as I threw her into the closet and locked it. She'd learn her lesson. Luna banged on the door begging to be let out. I ignored her and went back to the bed room.
Then the aftermath hit me… like it always did. I could feel the sobs starting to build up in my stomach. Tears ran down my face… I was a monster.
I left Luna in the closet for about an hour. I let her out. She ran past me sobbing. I don't think she had stopped crying since she started. Her eyes were tried and puffy. I went into the spare bedroom and fell asleep for the night. It was hard seeing her in the state that she was in, even if I put her there. I woke up in the morning, still groggy. I walked out of the room still naked (I know it's a bad habbit). I strode to the kitchen and fixed myself some cereral. Luna must still be sleeping. I finished my bowl and went to our bedroom. She was still sleeping. She cuddled a pillow. I could see that her eyes were still puffy; she had cried herself to sleep. Then I felt the twinge of sadness again. I walked away before I would do anything.
About an hour later she walked into the living room where I was sitting. She sat on the other end of the sofa. She was still scared. I turned and looked at her. She just looked away. I couldn't decide if I wanted to kiss her or slap her. Why did I need her so badly? I sighed and looked at my lap. Should I stop? Well, I already knew the answer was yes… the real question was could I stop?
Hours of awkwardness passed. Luna had barely moved a muscle on the sofa. I fiddled with my gutiar for a bit trying to resist the temptation to grab her and throw her on the bed. Most of the time we went out during the day, but I couldn't force myself to make her go out. My head started to spin as I walked back into the living room. I needed a distraction, she needed a break. I opened my mouth, but had nothing to say. I shut it again and walked into the spare room. I unlocked my phone and dialed Louis' number. "'Ello?" He answered the phone. "Ey mate, want to come over for some drinks and dinner?" I asked tryng to look for an exscuse for someone else to be here so I couldn't hurt Luna. "Yeah, sure. I'll be over." He hung up the phone… I wondered if he was going to bring any of the boys with him.
An hour later, there was a knock at the door. Luna had answered it. I assumed it was Lou. I came out of the room where I had stayed waiting. I saw my best friend talking to my love… "Lou!" I said as I hugged him tightly. "How're you mate? Feels like I haven't seen you in forever." He giggled the words. I answered with a shurg…He didn't know about me being abusive. "Call anyone else? I've barely seen any of the boys since the tour ended." Louis asked. "Uh, nah… I haven't either. But I thought they were probally busy with family stuff…" I sighed. Lou was my best friend… he knew a lot more then the other boys. Not that I didn't trust them, I just didn't feel right telling them everything. I decided that I was going to tell him about how I had been acting with Luna.