Brotherly - Larry

Chapter 11 - How do I Breathe?

- Third Person -

When Harry woke up, all he could feel was cold. He felt shivers running up and down his spine as he regained his awareness. He could barely feel his fingers or toes. His pulse was dangerously low. Harry just felt like he had been put in a freezer. His body was slumped up against a cement wall, a pounding forming in his head.

As he looked around the room, he noticed the inherent darkness and shadows that dominated the place. The only light was a dim-lit lamp close to him. It didn't help him see much. Just the metal table he thought must be in the middle of the room. He had to blink a couple of times to assure himself that he was seeing the right thing.

Then he remembered, squeezing his eyes shut before reopening them again, a low groan exiting his mouth as he remembered the events prior to him blacking out. The pounding in his head got much heavier, straining his body as he lifted himself up to sit with his back straight up against the wall.

The next things Harry noticed were the chains tight around his wrists, attached to the wall and another set of cuffs that kept his ankles together. Then there was the fabric tied around his mouth. He was trapped. Chained up and gagged in a dark room. A dark room in his brother's house. A place he was well aware Edward had put him.

Harry screamed. Screamed for help. Screamed for Edward. Screamed for Louis. Screamed for anybody. No one could hear. 

Every noise was muffled and without knowing it, the room was soundproof. Harry's screams shortly turned to cries as he sat there, tears streaming down and coating his face. Would he ever get out? Would he ever see his family again? Louis again? This reality just intensified the pain within Harry. His sobs filling the room.

The throbbing in his head became too much and once again Harry was drifting off again. This time with an aching heart.

He really was suffering. 

- Another flashback (Teenage Harry and Edward btw ) -

Harry was leaving school, driving the car his parents had happily paid for when he made captain of the football team. No, he was not the star quarterback. It really did not matter though. Harry was charismatic and sure, most people definitely loved that and others, well, they loved the status and money that came with knowing Harry and his family. 

The Styles family were connected, they were in pretty much every inner circle. They are what you call. Old rich. Building their empire by investing pretty much everywhere and starting the Styles Corporation. Founded by Harry's great, great, great grandfather and passed down every time to the son. Funnily enough, there had never been an issue of twins before. But, without saying it, it was obvious who would be receiving the businesses legacy.

Harry could not lie, he loved the attention and the ease that came with his life. He did still work hard, training to get on the team, studying to ensure he would get the top grades. He wanted to do it for himself as well. Knowing he could make it without his family's influence. 

He smiled and kissed his girlfriend, Annabelle on the lips, letting her into his car before driving off. They had a big dinner tonight in the Styles family. They were going to celebrate his father, he had managed to develop a long chain of successful steak houses that had been bought off them for no less than 500 million dollars. 

(also I know nothing about business so please don't judge anything about it. Just know they are rich af haha)

"You have everything you need for tonight, yes?" Harry hummed, lacing his fingers with hers as they drove through the suburbs away from their private school. Annabelle, well she was not the most popular, she was just a nice girl who Harry had known throughout his childhood. It was no surprise to them or their families when they eventually got together.