The Bully and his Prey (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter Seven

Liam rushes into his car, going over the speed limit and not putting on his seatbelt. Very unresponsible behavior, not like Liam at all.

All the things that could have happened to his precious Harry ran through his mind. He could have been beaten nearly to death. He could have fallen and hit his head walking home. Maybe he had internal injuries from being pushed down the steps earlier and collapsed. With each possible thing, he grows more and more frantic. He worries himself more the closer he gets.

Finally he makes it there, not even pulling over. He parks his car right in the middle of the road, spotting Harry almost instantly. He runs up to him, crouching down on the ground. "Haz?" He asks cautiously.

Harry looks up and sees Liam. His face crunches up in confusion. "Li?" He asks. His eyes drooping. He stares, his mind unable to register his surroundings correctly.

Liam's heart sinks to his feet. Drunk? His innocent, shy, awfully skittish Haz was drunk? But how? Why? He looks behind Harry to the raging party going on, confusion clouding his brain even more.

He sighs, grabbing Harry under the arms and attempting to help him to his feet. The boy is dead weight in his arms, but his muscular frame allows him to lift the unusually light teenager up.

A quiet "Weeee." Comes from Harry's lips and even in Liam's confused and distressed state he smiles slightly. "Okay Haz, we're gonna go for a little drive, alright?" He asks, keeping a steady hold on Harry.

The curly haired boy responds absentmindedly, watching his feet move as Liam drags him along. Soon he's being carefully placed into the passenger side of Liam's car, his seatbelt being fastened for him. "Buckle up." He giggles, before his door is closed. He leans his face against the cool glass and sleep is almost immediate.

Liam gets into the driver seat, buckling up before beginning to drive back towards his home. He sneaks a glance over at Harry and anxiety floods him. What happened tonight? Had somebody done something to frighten him into being here? Maybe his drink had been spiked.

He steals another glance at the childish sleeping face of his Harry. This couldn't have been of his own free will. The boy wouldn't even drink certain juices that contained to much sugar.

He focuses on the road for the rest of the drive. Questions could be asked in the morning. If somebody had hurt his Harry, there would be absolute hell to pay.

As he pulls into his driveway and stops the car he reaches a hand over and strokes his boyfriend's hair once. "I love you so much." He whispers to the sleeping form, before undoing both of their seat belts and beginning to climb from the car. As he goes to pull Harry from his seat and carry him inside, the front door opens and his father stands in the doorway, looking a mixture of angry and upset.

"Where have you been?" He asks in a worried tone. "We heard the door slam when you left and we've been waiting up. You always leave a note..." His father says.

Liam apologizes extremely sincerely. "I'm really sorry dad. I just.. Something happened with Harry." He says, pulling Harry from the car and holding him bridal style.

His dad is instantly alert. "Is he unconscious? Should I call an ambulance?" He asks, approaching the two boys. Liam closes the car door. "No. He's just asleep, he's fine."

Liam's dad nods, choosing not to ask questions. As much as Harry was part of the family, he was not his son and so it wasn't his place to ask questions. As for Liam, how could he be angry with his son for helping somebody he cared for? "Just... Leave a note next time okay?"

Liam nods. "I will, thanks dad." His dad nods and walks back into the house, Liam following close after. He carries Harry's sleeping form upstairs into his bedroom, then places the fragile body onto his bed, carefully covering him up before crawling in next to him.
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Louis sighs, sitting on a sofa and watching the party unfold around him. He came here to relax but all he can think about is that damn drunk version of Harry.

He was so... well, mean to Louis. Though Louis knew he very much deserved it, it was just so unexpected. Sometimes Harry's lack of spoken words made Louis forget he even had a voice.

A voice... Shit, Harry was gonna have some explaining to do. Louis sighs, going outside into his car and groaning. Why the fuck did he care?

He opens the twitter app on his phone, signing out and creating a new account under a fake name. He quickly goes to Liam's profile, hitting follow then tweeting "dm me."
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Liam hears his phone go off and grabs it, seeing he was mentioned in a tweet. He reads it, confused. This profile was obviously just created... Should he trust it? He clicks follow, quickly sending a dm that said simply "hello?"
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Louis sees the response, glad Liam is still up. He hesitates. "Why, why, why?" He asks himself, before typing.

"I was the one who called you. Poor kid was drugged, won't remember a damn thing. Some kids saw him walking and thought it would be funny"

Louis groans as he sees he's nearing the character limit. Damn twitter. He hits send, starting another message.

"to trick him. I saw the whole thing. Sorry I didn't stop it."

He hits send, quickly logging off of the twitter account. He figured the story should work out. Harry was such a weird kid, he was pretty sure this was his first experience drinking alcohol, and he seemed so have had a lot so the entire night would be a blur. Harry would believe the story just as easily as Liam most likely did.

Louis sighs, before driving home. What the fuck had he gotten himself into?
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Back at Liam's house, it was as if a bomb had been dropped. Liam dropped his phone, turning towards his poor Haz. He pulls the sleeping form to his chest, checking his pulse before wrapping his arms tightly around him.

"It's okay, Hazzabear." He whispers, a tear running down his cheek. He'd been the one to let Harry walk, instead of just insisting to drop him off at his house. He also realized now Harry would be in trouble for sleeping over. This was all his fault. He pets the back of the fragile boy's head. "It's okay." He whispers again, listening to the steady sound of Harry's breathing.

(A/N) wow this story is getting worse as I go maybe I should stop writing at midnight on school nights.