Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Twelve:

I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.

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As Harry threw himself in the leaving room, he didn't see anybody. But a more quiet whine alarmed him immediately and when it turned into another scream he sprinted and jumped into the kitchen door, breaking it open.

His heart sunk lower than his stomach but his rage covered that when he saw how Louis was lying on his back on the table, still bare upper body, hands and feet tied to each corner of the table so he couldn't do anything. A few knives and other weapon-like kitchenware were lying spread out on the counter, as if someone had been proud and excited to choose.

Niall sat crawled over Louis, straddling his thighs as he bend over. One of his hands pushed harshly at the side of Louis' face so his cheek was pressed against the table and Niall's other hand held a knife whose tip was making figures in Louis skin on his stomach.

Harry didn't lose a second to pull Niall off him and throw him against the wall and on the floor harshly. He started kicking him at first, yelling things about killing him for torturing Louis before he changed his mind and yelled he would do the same to him. He would torture him too, as long as it took Niall to beg him to kill him.

The moment Harry chose to beat him once instead of kicking, Niall dodged and fought back. It was only two kicks in their one-on-one fight before Liam came storming in, probably having heard what's going on, and take a stumbling and kicking Niall with him, backwards, out of the kitchen.

It's only when he heard another whine, Harry realised Louis was still tied up on the table. He turned around and his eyes stung immediately at the sight; Louis lying helplessly on his back, tied, but relaxed because he was too weak to struggle any more.

Harry tried to see what Niall had done to him but he only saw a cut on Louis' face, following the hollow of his cheek and his stomach was just... he couldn't even make out what had been done. All he saw was blood.

It was almost an actual puddle of blood on his stomach and his jeans were drained in red too. Harry held a shaking hand in front of his mouth, struggling to keep quiet as the guilt doubled every second. He really had no idea what to do or how he'd help Louis the best. He figured the best start was to free him from the ropes that seemed to burn his skin on his wrists and ankles, although Louis didn't really react to it much anymore.

Harry'd heard him scream his lungs out in pain just a few minutes ago, but now that it was over he was more quiet than ever, a few tears wetting the sides of his head and as Harry untied the last rope, a broken choke finally escaped Louis' lips. The second he was free, he curled up on his side on the table, hands hovering over his stomach in pain as the blood dripped off the table by now.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. How could he do this to you, how could I let him, I- Please forgive me, Louis. I'm so sorry." Harry rambled in between cries and sobs as he caressed Louis' hair and kissed his forehead. Very slowly and gently, he tried shifting his arms under Louis' back and knees. It took a few minutes and a few whimpers from Louis but eventually he managed to pick him up, draining himself in Louis' blood too in a second, and carried him towards the living room and gently laid him down on the couch.

"Shh, shhh, let me see." Harry sniffled as Louis kept whimpering, but he stilled only a bit when Harry softly held his wrists and took them away from hovering over his stomach so he could see. The blood had dropped off a bit and he was still covered in the sticky, red substance, but as he focused and Louis bend less to lie on the couch, he could see what Niall had done. It was that exact moment he realised, Niall was a monster.

B R A T

The end of the T was a little outdrawn, probably because of Harry pulling Niall away the moment he- the moment he had the tip of his fucking knife in Louis' flesh.