Losing Control [l.s]

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Gemma's POV

I picked up the phone immediately, hoping that my little brother was okay.

"Harry?"

"Hi, I'm Harry's friend Will, I asked him who to call and he told me you would be the best person. Uh, he's crashing at my house tonight because he was too tired to walk home. Is that ok?"

He sounded shy like he was afraid to talk to me. I swear his voice sounded a little familiar, but I couldn't put my hand on it, so I believed him.

"Yeah, that's fine. Just tell him to call me when he can, please?"

"Ok, will do."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up, running upstairs to tell my mom and dad the situation. Then call Niall.

Harry's POV

My eyes slowly opened, and with my blurry vision, I was ale to make out a room that I didn't recognize. Where the fuck am I?

I screamed, and I heard quick footsteps coming down the hall. I heard the door unlock, and he walked in. The one who made my life miserable in the span of 20 minutes.

I immediately scooted to the other side of the bed, wanting to create as much space between us as possible. He sighed, and walked to the bed, and I backed up more, forgetting that I was already on the edge. Dumbass.

Ow. I recovered quickly, moving to the other side of the room, tucking myself in the corner.

He chuckled, walking over to me, and I realized how fucking stupid I am, because I went straight to the corner.

GODDAMMIT HARRY!

He stopped in front of me, and my eyes searched the room, trying to find a way out, but I'm built like a twig, and he's like twice my size, so there wasn't much I could do.

He leaned down and wrapped himself around me. I tensed in his hold, but he kept shushing me and holding me close to his chest. It was comforting, as much as I hated to admit it. I wasn't going to give in that easily though, and I squirmed around as much as I could, making his job much more difficult.

"Stop." I demanded, but he only held me tighter. I was annoyed, I hated him for what he did, for kidnapping me, for making sure I wouldn't see my friends or family again. I eventually got exhausted from trying to get away, and I stopped, laying limp in his arms. I was vulnerable, but I was also thinking of an escape plan. Oh wait, he's the leader of the mafia, Harry. This is probably a mansion, and he probably has a damn army outside. Yeah, nevermind.

"Leave me alone." He didn't listen, just picked me up and carried me to the bed, sitting with me straddling him. Shit, he's so annoying.

He was relaxed after a minute, so I jumped up and tried to get away, but he grabbed my forearm, holding me in place. I kept trying for a minute, trying to yank my hand away from him, but then realized I didn't want to deal with a dislocated elbow or wrist.

"Let me go!" I screamed, and he rolled his eyes. "Darling I won't let you leave this room, let alone let you go entirely!" He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're never leaving. Ever." He pulled back, chuckling. My eyes, widened, and I probably looked like bambi. One second he was all lovey dovey, and the next he was laughing like a psychopath. Fucking bipolar. 

I had tears in my eyes, and he cooed. "Oh little one, come here, daddy'll make you feel better." My eyes widened again at the name he gave himself. He opened his arms, finally letting go of my wrist. I resisted for a second, but then realized there was no point in trying. I wasn't really in the mood to get a bullet in my head, thank you very much.

I walked to him, and his arms curled around me. I felt heat rush to my cheeks as he whispered in my ear like a child that had just had a nightmare. He said things like 'daddy's got you, and 'it'll be ok, baby'. I was embarrassed, and my feelings were all over the place. This man made me feel more loved than anyone I've known, besides my mum, and I hated him at the same time. it was really confusing.

He scooted back with me in his arms, and laid his back against the headboard. He grabbed my head gently, placing it on his chest. I was straddling him again, and when I wasn't freaking out, it felt nice.

"Good boy." He smiled, looking down at me, and I felt butterflies. He chuckled at my obviously flustered state, and started slowly rocking me side to side, like you would a baby, trying to get me to sleep, and honestly it was working. I fall asleep really easily, and apparently I find being treated like a small child comforting. My eyes were getting droopy, and I think he noticed this because he was lightly singing to me, but I was so far gone that I didn't know what it was. I closed my eyes, thinking that if I couldn't find a way out, this might not be so bad.

Niall's POV

I knew all of Harry's friends, we were all in one big group, and if Harry met someone new, he would tell me fairly quickly. That's how I knew it was complete bullshit when Gemma told me someone named William Austin had taken Harry to his place, but I didn't tell her that. I didn't want her to freak out again after she had just calmed down.

The only suspect I could think of was Louis.

Yeah! God, why didn't I think of it before? He runs the mafia, and is clearly infatuated with Harry in a sexual way. So why wouldn't he have taken him to have all for himself? I need to tell someone, but if I tell Gemma, she'll freak out, if I tell the police they won't believe me. British police are shit. If I tell his dad, he won't care at all. That only leaves his mum. But if I tell her, she'll break farther than she has already.

What the fuck do I do now?

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lol sorry its late ive been busy and not in the mood to write :p

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