Boys Only

Experimentation and Sedation

Louis' POV

"Niall. I'm going to ask you one more time. Where are the rest of your brothers?" I asked, gripping his shoulders tight. I'm so so freaked out. Niall is crying, and he can barely get words out. "I-I-I-" he squealed, running out of the room. Oh no. I can't lose him too.

I ran into the kitchen to find Niall's arms around Liam and Zayn. Thank. God. I ran in and brought my boys into my arms. "Loves, sweetie, oh..." I gasped, running a hand through each of their hair, caressing each of their precious bodies. "D-daddy... we were walking home from school and... and... papa we c-came home as quick as we could! But..." I looked at Zayn, and bit my lip. I looked down and saw straight brown hair, styled black hair, and sprouting blonde hair.

My baby. Harry. "Where is he?" I asked, trying so hard to stay calm. I mean, maybe he just had detention or was at a friend's house or- who am I kidding? He's seven! Of course he's not going to have detention and of course he's not somewhere without telling me! "Liam, Liam just tell me what happened, please I'm begging you!" I pleaded, holding my oldest son's shoulders.

"W-we were walking home and he kept on complaining about having to go potty, a-and... h-he tripped on the sidewalk and scraped his knee! We were gonna carry him home, cause he was like... he was bleeding, but this lady came out of the house we stopped in front of, and she said she could h-help, and before any of us knew it, she took him inside! We knocked and tried the door but it was locked!"

My eyes widened significantly, and my heartbeat picked up so fast it hurt. It hurts. "Take me. Take me to the house. Niall, Zayn, I'm calling your uncle. You have to stay here." I rushed, texting my brother quickly. In five minutes, Ed Tomlinson showed up at my door. "Hi, thank you, lifesaver, be safe!" I said as quickly as possible, kissing his ginger hair softly. I ran out the door with Liam trailing me. I'd better get to Harry in time.

Harry's POV

I screamed for my daddy again, feeling another needle inject into my side. I hate needles as much as I hate spankings. Both hurt... the woman who kept injecting me tore off her rubber gloves and started to wash her hands. "How do you feel bud?" I shook my head. No way am I her bud.

She came closer towards me, and I found myself hissing harshly in her face. Hissing? I like kitties but... I don't hiss. "The teeth and ears are coming in just fine... where's your tail little kitty? Hmm?" I hissed again, feeling a little bit of my bum flick angrily. Anger overcomes me as I writhe on the table I was chained to. "Well Harry, you're my first successful transformation. Other children have not been so lucky... you, are very lucky. To survive."

My anger is slowly transforming, changing from rage to fear. Terror started coursing through my veins as the lady's words pulsated through my head. "Now, you're going to stay here. You should know that everything I say to you is true. Your daddy hates you. He allowed you to be taken by me. He spanks you to bring you pain so that you can live in fear. He killed your mother."

I tried to block out what she was saying. It's not true, none of what she says is true. Mumma died of cancer... papa loves me... I have to stay strong. I don't know how long it's been. I just want to go home.

Liam's POV

I can't remember where the house is... I'm trying, day ten of trying to remember. I feel awful. Poor Harry... the kid is only seven years old... "Liam, please. I'm begging you. Think..." I kept walking, and searched in my memories for clues. "Harry!" I snapped my fingers. "Yes, yes, c'mon Liam..." Dad said, and I started to run. I heard footfalls after me so I ran faster.

I looked down at the sidewalk the entire time. No rain since Harry fell and scraped his knee. The little droplet of blood from when Harry fell would still be on the ground. I skidded to a halt and dad ran into me. "What, what?" He asked eagerly. I looked down at the droplet, and up at the house. "Here. It's this one." I said. Dad walked up slowly to the front door, trying to stay brave. I saw right through it.