Larry Stylinson || Oneshots

Death Threats Part. II

Harry woke up a night later, by a loud crash coming from the living room. His eyes snapped open when he remembered the death threat they got. He quickly sat up and while panicking, he woke Louis up.

"Harry what's wrong?" Louis groaned, turning on his side to face Harry.

"Lou... I- I heard a crash coming from the living room." Louis sat up too, when he heard how panicked Harry sounded. "I'll go look, stay here." Louis said and went to get out of bed, but got stopped by Harry grabbing his arm. "I'll go with you." Harry whispered and got out after Louis.

"Okay, but stay behind me. Let's wake the boys up first." Harry nodded and walked behind Louis, softly, to the other boys' rooms. They first woke Liam, then Niall and lastly Zayn. The five of them slowly crept through the hallway to the living room. It was dark, the only source of light coming from the moon shining through the window. Another was heard, it this time coming from the kitchen. Harry and Niall flinched at the loud noise. Louis turned around and put his finger to his lip, making a soft 'shh' noise, indicating for them all to be quiet. They nodded and crept on their tippy toes towards the kitchen. Just before the entrance, Harry stopped them all by letting out a shriek when he almost tripped over his own feet.

"Sorry." He whispered, cringing to himself.

"Shouldn't we call the cops, or something?" Liam asked then, before they could all continue.

"I'll call." Zayn offered. Louis nodded and Zayn slowly walked off back to the living room where he silently called the police for help.

"Stay here." Liam ordered Harry and Niall, he took Louis' arm and dragged him with him. Harry and Niall anxiously stayed where they were as Liam and Louis further took off into the kitchen. When they rounded the corner, they were met with nothing but silence and an empty kitchen. Nothing to be found. No one sat on the ground hiding behind the kitchen counter, no one was hiding in the cupboards or under the table. They let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was just their imagination, but when a loud scream and clicking of gun was heard, their heads snapped back to the exit of the kitchen.

"Harry..." Louis breathed out. Not even a second later, he was dashing out of the kitchen into the living room, being met with a shaking Niall behind Zayn, who has a bat in his hand for self defence or to attack, he didn't know. His breath was caught in his throat when he saw the love of his life in the hands of a broad man, much broader than them all, even Liam. The man had a gun in his hand, pressed of to Harry's temple, surely leaving a mark and an arm wrapped around Harry's throat, choking him. Harry was shaking with fear, his skin was pale because of the lack of oxygen and he was quietly whimpering Louis' name.

"Let him go!" Liam yelled at the man. "Not until you come with me." The man answered plainly. His voice cold and monotone. The grip he had on Harry got tighter, making Harry whimper more.

"What do you want with us!?" Niall yelled out, after he got a slight adrenaline kick. When the man glared at him, Niall cowered back behind Zayn. The grip Zayn had on the bat got tighter with the minute his anger grew. He wanted to smash the guy's head so badly, but with Harry in the man's grip and a gun pressed to his temple, he didn't want to risk Harry's life or anyone else's.

"We still need to decide." The man answered.

"Were you the one sending us the letters, the death threats?" Even though his lover's life was on the line here, and he was going wild with fear and anxiety on the inside, he tried to stay calm on the outside. His freaking out would only make Harry freak out and probably have a full on panic attack.

"We are; we have send them and made sure you got them." The man chuckled darkly.

"We?" Zayn asked with gritted teeth. He was so angry, at the man, but at himself too. He should've believed the letters were true and not just a joke from fans who wanted attention from them. You couldn't blame him that he thought that, because it happened more than once. Monthly actually, he didn't think it was to be real this time.

"Who are 'we'?" Liam asked bravely. He stood with his fist clenched beside him and his chest puffed out, trying to see tough while on the inside, he crumbling. He could literally cry and breakdown, begging the man to leave them alone and stop hurting them. To release Harry from his grip, to stop breaking Louis. To stop scaring Niall and making him cry. He couldn't handle a crying Niall. He should be happy and laughing. Making them laugh at his lame jokes.

"Who 'we' are doesn't matter. If you want your fellow band member to make it out alive, or at least in one piece, you should listen to what I say or we'll to it the hard way."

"What is the hard way?"

"Zayn!" Niall whisper-shouted at him in a warning tone.

"You really want to know?" The man laughed. "Alright." He nodded and before anyone could blink, he replaced the gun from Harry's temple to the bottom left of his stomach, and shot him. Harry's scream was heard as the front door slammed open and multiple men with weapons and cuffs stormed in and grabbed the boys by their wrist to cuff them behind their backs. The man who still had Harry in the same grip as before, hoisted him up so he was limply laying in his arms. With one finger he stroked it over his cheek, whispering something to the unconscious, curly haired boy only he could hear: "now I've got you all to myself..."

The five man with the boys struggling to get free from them—and Louis desperately screaming Harry's name with tears streaming down his cheek—walked out of the apartment, out of the complex and to their black van. They threw the boys inside, Harry included and closed the doors, making the small space they had dark. With Louis cradling Harry in his arms, crying and Niall having a severe panic attack, Zayn blankly staring at the darkness in front of him and Liam trying to contain himself from breaking down, in order to guide them through this, the van drove off, barely missing the coming police cars with sirens and lights on, chasing down the street.
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