play it cool [L.S]

chapter twenty five

dear cass,
i'm scared about my
valentines gift
-your valentine

P WORD!!!
vvv

dear paulina,
remember, it does go
up hill. i promise you
-lauren

warning- guns, drugs and violence
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BANG

harry froze.

BANG

he was staring up at the ceiling, he didn't want to know what happened. he wasn't even sure if that was a gun shot or what but he didn't want to know. all he knew was that the duct tape was starting to irritate him. he closed his eyes trying not to cry.

BANG

his eyes opened at the speed of light as he felt someones hand on his face. tom was taking off the duct tape from his face, almost shaking. soon enough the hand cuffs came off "stand up" the man stared.

"what?"

"harry" louis' voice caught his attention "get up, you're okay" his eyes made his way over to louis who was holding tom at gun point, ushering him away from harry. alex was on the floor, hands cuffed to a metal table in front of the metal chair louis was just in. the table looked as if it was screwed into the cement so there was no way the coach could leave.

"love, get behind me" harry obeyed immediately, he just wanted to get out of the cement room. he wanted to go back to his dorm "the key to those handcuffs are on the table" tom looked at the key, not sure if he should take it.

they were both still held at gun point "take it tom, now" the business professor listened and slowly took the key "you can uncuff alex"

the blue eyed boy stepped closer, taking a fist full of alexs shirt "but if you so much as lay a finger of my boyfriend again i will fucking shoot you in the dick" he stared at tom, throwing the gun on the ground.

harry watched as louis grabbed his hand and lead him up the stairs. the door opened to reveal a modern house. one of them with the almost all white kitchen and the big sink in the island. louis opened the fridge and grabbed two apples before glancing at the calendar.

"february fucking fourth" he whipered, turning to rummage through drawers finding their phones. harry stared at him "frebruary what?" harry noticed the calendar had X's on it for the days that had past. louis just grabbed his hand and ran out of the house, eating the apple.

"louis what the fuck-"

"you're safe no-" one of their phones started ringing and they walked down the small neighbourhood. harry knew where they were even if it was dark out, there were residential areas all around the uni, whether it's apartments for students or houses for teachers. he runs most of the streets at night

"hey zayn i-" yelled was heard on the other end of the phone. the couple were speed walking "mum needed help before the twins came..." they locked eyes and louis flashed him an 'i'm so fucking sorry' look, harry knew he meant it but all the former birthday boy could focus on was the dried up blood all over his boyfriends face "i'll see you in a bit" he hung up the phone.

"i was in there for three days..." harry whispered, not sure how to feel "why was i in there-"

"i'll explain tomorrow okay? let's just go back to my dorm and eat some proper food"

"okay..."

***

harry took a shower before changing into his pyjamas and a hoodie —that he had to find in louis' god damn closet— before sitting down with louis in his dorm. niall wasn't in their dorm when he grabbed fresh clothes but when he finally turned on his phone he had what seemed like a million messages and miscalls.