Losing Control [l.s]

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^^ that's Louis

Harry's POV

My shift started at 5 pm, and it ends at 9, and it's 7:30 now. Louis normally comes in around this time, and he said he would be here, so my eyes are constantly looking at the door.

Ding!

My eyes snap to my phone, and I see a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey princess, how are you?

I was confused, how in the world did Louis get my phone number? Was this even Louis?

You:  Louis?

Unknown: Mhm.

You: Ok, 1, how did you get my number, and 2, how did you get my number?!

New contact: Lou

Lou: My name's Lou now, huh?

You: How do you know that?

Lou: Darling, I know what I want, when I want.

Hasn't he said that before?

You: Do you now?

Lou: Mhm

You: Then tell me.

Lou: How about I show you.

I could tell from what I know about Louis that he isn't kidding, and he isn't asking either.

Just then the door opened and the little bell rung, and Louis walked in, with his face as it usually is, no emotion. "When's your break, love?" He asked me, and I told him, "Around 8-8:30, whenever it's not very busy.

He hummed, and ordered his usual Yorkshire tea, and this time walked to a table. He's never done that before, I thought, so why now? I looked at the clock, and saw it was 8 now, and I decided to take my break now, 1 because I wanted to talk to Louis, and 2 because it wasn't very busy and Niall seemed to be handling it pretty well.

I looked at the table Louis was sitting at, and saw him staring back at me, looking straight into my soul. I hopped over the counter, too lazy to walk all the way to the other side of the space to use the door.

I walked over to Louis' table and sat down. "Hi," I said, looking at the table. "Hey baby," He stated with no shame at all. All the pet names he called me made me blush like a tomato, and I sort of loved it, but also sort of hated it.

"Why do you call me those name?" I asked him, my gaze still fixed on the table. "Because I can." He answered, and I finally built up the courage to look at him. "Why were you crying at the park yesterday?" He asked, changing the subject. I told him that I didn't want to talk about it yesterday, and I was still nervous to open up to him, but there was no avoiding it, and honestly, I didn't want to find out the consequences of disobeying him.

"Family stuff," I shrugged with as strong of a voice as I could muster. He took a little time to process my response, and then I felt his finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him again.

"What type of family stuff, doll?" He asked me, getting a little irritated at my non-specific response. I didn't want to make him anymore upset, so I told him. I told him about how my dad uses all of our money on drugs and the bar, I told him about how he abuses me and Gemma, everything.

I was crying now, and I looked at him with my blurry vision, but from what I could tell, he was mad. He looked like if it was possible for smoke to come out of his ears, all the smoke alarms would be going off.

"Is he home right now?" He questioned me with gritted teeth. I could see he was trying to keep his his temper under control, and I was intimidated, so I faintly whispered, "His car was there when I left, so he's probably doing drugs or something."

"yeah no, fuck that, you're coming home with me." he decided, and stood up, and I was crying harder now, due to the shock. I was almost yelling, telling him things like 'no' and 'you can't make me' and Louis would reply with things like 'watch me'.

he walked to my side of the booth, and I scooted to the window, eyes widening when I realized when I had cornered myself. My eyes frantically looked around the bakery, trying to find Niall, but he wasn't there. 

I was scratching and hitting him as he came closer to me, and I tried to escape by going under the table, but that stupid move was my fate, as he grabbed my waist, and carried me to his car, gently placing me in the passengers seat, and he locked it, knowing I was going to try to get out.

He got into the drivers seat, and he sighed as I kept hitting him, screaming at the top of my lungs, but no-one heard me.

He opened the glove box, pulling out a cloth and a bottle. My eyes widened, I had seen this in movies, it was probably chloroform, so when he held the cloth to my nose, I held my breath, but I knew I would have to breathe eventually, and that time came quickly, asthma sucks.

And the last thing I heard before I passed out was,

"Sleep well, darling."

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do i apologize, maybe maybe not

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October 8, 2021