Story of my life

Harry styles, aka the criminal with no face, is known for his horrified crimes in the quiet city of London. He will kill anyone that gets in his way, he doesn't care who you are as long as you have a heartbeat your dead. Mia blue ,aka the girl with no voice, is known as the girl who hasn't talked for 3 years. She gets scared easily and is constantly being teased for no voice. She has a story to tell but no one can hear her.

Mia innocently at a masquerade ball, has no choice but to simply look around. She then bumps into a certain green eyed boy who catches her attention.


6. Chapter 5

Previously on Story of my life:

I just nodded my head, and then Harry comes onto the bed crawls over to me and sits in front of me. I took in all his feathers and saw that his arms were covered in dark tattoos. On his upper stomach was a very large butterfly. It was beautiful, but oddly strange to have, for a murder. Whatever I'm not judging. Anyway, I look up and see to birds on his collar bones, sparrows I think. On his arm he has all sorts of tattoos, and they were all beautiful, especially the rose.

"Like what you see?"

I get out of my thoughts and look away. I then feel a hand grab my face and stuff what seemed to be a cloth in front of my nose and mouth. I knew were this was going so I just did what I had to do and once again fell into a dark atmosphere.

Harry's pov:

She didn't fight me this time, good girl. I let her fall onto the bed ,limp. I move her body to one side and just let her be. I still had my pants on so I decided to slip them off and throw them with my other clothes. Once they were thrown I slip under the old ragged sheets and blanket and fall into a slumber relaxing from this slightly painful day.

Chapter 5:

Louis's pov:

-next day during football game, 7am-

"Hey have you heard?" I said to the most popular girl in school.


"You know Mia, the girl with no voice?"

"What about her?"

"Apparently, there was a robbery here at the school and she was in on it. But she felt so bad that she committed suicide."

"Shut up Louis no way!"

"It's true. I even saw her run into the office. She's not so innocent anymore, eh."

"I can't wait to spread this around the school."

"You do that."

With that I grabbed out my phone and texted Harry that he no longer needed to worry about people looking for Mia, if they ever cared.

"Styles, I told one of the popular girls that Mia committed suicide because she felt bad about the robbery at the school."

"Perfect, now I have nothing to worry about and it's not like anyone cares about her. Right?"

"No one cares about her. No one never ever will cause she's weird and doesn't talk."

"I know."

"Did you get rid of her yet?"

"Well not yet."

"Why not?"

"I wanna see what I can do with her first and then I'll get rid of her."

"Okay whatever you say."

"I have to go she's starting to wake up and I'm going to play with her for awhile."

"Good luck, I guess."

"Yeah I know."

I didn't text him after that, all I did was watch the game in front of me.

Harry's pov:

I put my phone back down onto the bedside table and watched Mia wake up very slowly. When she finally woke up, she realised that she wasn't in a dream and backed away from me and to the headboard.

I smirked at her devilishly and crawled a little but towards her. She closed her eyes and I laughed at her intimidation towards me. It felt good to be in power of someone else. I then sit in front of her, place my hands on her legs and rub them, causing some uncomfortable tension for her. She squirmed a bit and I squeezed her legs. I then grab her face and say,

"Open your eyes now."

She did as I said and her brown eyes stared into mine and then I kissed both corners of her mouth. Her eyes widened when I pulled away and I laughed. She pulled her face out of my grip and looked away from me.

I got upset from her disobedience. So I grabbed both her legs pulled them and made her fall onto the bed flat on her back so I was on top. She looked at me frighted and I just smirked and Neal down so my face was right in her face.

"Listen, never do that or I will hurt your little pretty face and it won't be so pretty anymore. Now do we want that?"

She just shook her head and I crawled off her and onto the floor.

Mia's pov:

I can't believe he threaten to hit me or beat me up. What's his problem? Why does he even keep me here, why not kill me or do whatever to me. I don't want to be here, I just want to get out of here and be free. I don't feel safe here and it's not like anyone cared about me, I can just runaway from this mess.

I was then cut out of my thoughts when I heard the door open, close, and lock in one swift movement. Did he just lock me in here?!

"Love, I'm going on a... "stroll", I'll be back later, and you better be in a very good mood when I get back."

I just rolled my eyes and felt some release. I had nothing to do and didn't even know what to do or even touch. So I decided to explore his room, or prison cell, for me anyways.

I looked around and saw a pretty decent room, very dark though. Since the windows were tinted it was pretty dark in here even with sunlight, but it wasn't to bad. I then look over to the small bedside table and see a frame on its frontside covering whatever picture it held. I crawled over the bed to it and picked it up. I saw a young girl smiling with dimples, she was really pretty. And then an older woman around 43 and she looked like the younger girl, like a mother figure to the younger girl. And then in the middle seemed to be a young boy to be about 14. He was quiet handsome, and resembled the lady and young girl. They all looked happy and I smiled a bit. But why would Harry have this here?

I then took out the picture from the frame and looked at the back to see the date and see if their was any writings. And luckily their was.




I widen my eyes in surprised, because how Harry actually had a family that looked happy and not dangerous. I wonder what happened to him. Nothing else was on the back, so I put it back in and placed it back, face down, on the bedside table. I felt dirty so I decide to take a shower, I don't think Harry would mind if I did.

-40 minutes later-

Harry's pov:

I arrived back at my flat and when I went upstairs to my room, I saw that Mia wasn't there. I then hear some water running and then I knew she was in the shower. What should I do go in and watch her or actually get in with her?

I don't know but let's see what happens first. I quietly go into the restroom and she hasn't noticed me yet so I decided to scare her. I then walk closer to the glass shower and say,

"May I join?"

Mia's pov:

"May I join?"

I close my eyes quickly and shake my head saying no to the cheeky bastard.

"Okay then, just don't be calling me when you change your mind."

I just rolled my eyes, without him seeing, and he just left. Too easy.

-5 minutes later-

I got out of the shower, but I didn't have a towel in here or even my clothes. What the hell, Harry. I knew he took them and that's when I opened the door slightly and peeked my head out.

"Looking for this love?" he said as he patted a towel and some different clothing.

I just nodded my head and a smirk came on his face.

"If you want them you come over here and get them yourself. Since you didn't let me in the shower with you, I decided to have pay back, and do far it's going great."

I just held my hand out for him to hand them to me but he didn't budge one bit.

"When you're ready come and get it."

I shook my head no and that's when Harry said,

"I'll do this, you have 10 seconds to get this and run back to the restroom. Deal."

I nodded my head, he covers his eyes and starts counting. I run to it wrap the towel around me and then I felt a hand wrap around my arm stopping me from any further movement.

"Times up. Now since you're here how about you strip for me."

I widen my eyes and shook my head.

"Love, are we going to have to go through this again. Obey me and I won't hurt you that bad, but if don't then punishment for you."

I couldn't stand to look at him, but I didn't want to get hurt and I knew he would do whatever to me. So I did what I had to do, strip, or get dressed in front of him.

I grabbed one end of the towel and slowly unwrapped it from my frail, and small body. I let it loose around me and finally, I dropped it to the ground, exposing my whole body to this murder. I saw him tense up a bit, and one at a time he handed me the underclothing and the clothing that he gave me. I felt so uncomfortable doing this, but it was for my survival.

Once the clothing was on I covered myself in my arms and felt his dark stare go harder on me.

"Good girl."

I just looked in a different direction from him, but I could feel him staring into me with deep thought and deep dark ideas on what to do with me, when he has a shot.

"Don't think so hard love, it's only me. Don't worry I won't let anyone touch you and if they do then it's their heads."

I widen my eyes at the thought and then I felt him come up to me, wrap his arms around me and basically just touch me with pleasure.... no with dark pleasure. He then places his mouth by my ear and whispers with passion,

"Has anyone ever touched you?"

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