I can't ever forgive myself. I'm the reason he's dead. He won't be able to grow up, find someone, or even get a dog. If I didn't have him over, or even answer the door, he'd probably still be here. But I just wanted to rebel against Harry. Now I'm listening to Dallas on the phone with Harry.
"Get your ass here by 6, or I'll kill him, already shot off the blondie so don't think I won't do it," Dallas snarls into the phone. I know either way he's going to kill me, which I'm honestly fine with by now.
Harry's POV
Dallas told me to be at the warehouse by 6, and it's already 5 and it takes about 45 minutes to get there. I put some shoes on not even bothering with socks and run to the car starting the engine. I don't care if I have to run 14 red lights, I'm getting there. I can feel myself start to panic with all the traffic around, so I take some back roads and just speed.
I can't let him hurt Louis. I know how Dallas is, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He's sick in the head, he killed Niall right in front of Louis. He probably even tortured them both a bit just for his sick pleasure.
Around 5:50 I pull up to the warehouse and bang on the door. Dallas is opening it with a smirk on his face.
"Glad to see you could make it to the party Harry," Dallas says smirking.
"Where is he," I say deepening my voice.
"Woah there cowboy, calm down there, he's in the living room and he's perfectly fine."
"Fine?! You killed Niall right in front of him?!"
"Oh, he'll be fine, well as long as you do what I say." I push past Dallas and stomp into the warehouse. I know this place like the back of my hand, I walk into the living room where Louis is asleep on the floor, and Thomas, Dylan, and Michael are on the couch.
"Came to pick Louis up?" Michael stands up.
"Yeah," I walk over to Louis and start to grab him when Michael grabs my arm and yanks it away from Louis.
"Think it's gonna be that easy? Give us the money."
"So, this is what this is about? Money?"
"Yeah, and if you don't give it to us, I didn't mind pounding into your precious boyfriend. I'd gladly keep him around. Or maybe we could even shoot him, but it's more entertaining watching him cry and beg for his boyfriend to come help him."
"You're disgusting. Burn in hell Michael," I stand up towering over him. Just then Dallas walks into the room with a huge smile on his face.
"We'll let him go if you double the money," he tells me.
"Okay," I pull out my checkbook. I write down 500k in and instant and hand it to him. Right on time Louis starts waking up and sits up. I lean down to hug him, and he hugs me back. "We're going home now, okay?"
"They said they were going to kill me anyways," he whispers into my shoulder.
"They're not, I'm here," I whisper back and pick him up. "Never bother me again."
"Hey, where you going, why not hang for a bit?" Dallas stops me from leaving.
"Fuck no," I push him out of the way and leave.
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Louis has been lying on the floor of the living room staring into nothing since we got home a couple hours ago. It's 3 in the morning and he hasn't slept, eaten, or drank anything yet. I don't know what to do. I just check up on him once in a while making sure he's still there.
I never wanted to bring Louis into this. I should've just stayed home after I found out they were planning on stopping by my house. I should've told Louis the real reason. I should've done a lot of things.
I think I need to tell Louis he has to leave. Obviously, I'll let him stay until he has a place, but it's not good for him anymore. As much as it'll kill me, it's for the best. I'll talk to him when he's in a way better place though. I'm not even sure if he's able to have a normal conversation.
I just want him to be happy.
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Dangerous Love ~ Larry Stylinson BDSM AU
Mystery / Thriller"Another murder." "Eva Anderson age 20 found dead on the street." "Tuesday Morning, 35 year old James found dead." 22 year old Harry Styles is a murderer and has a little assistant named Louis Tomlinson, age 18. Even though Louis is Harry's baby som...