➳ loathing in vegas // l.s.

chapter 3

Louis couldn't hear anything around him, the only thing audible being his blood throbbing in his ears. He could literally hear it travel through his veins in his system as it heated his legs all the way up to his head, causing a suffocating heat to leave him breathless. He staggered on the stairs as he was very close to his dorm room, his eyes clouded with panic while a few tears still hung about on his waterline.

He was scared shitless and he had to tell his father. He would know what to do.

Suddenly, he felt a strong grip at his collar, yanking him backwards with force, while a hand was pressed hard against his mouth. In a millisecond he was glued to a toned, broad chest as it dragged Louis around the hallway. The person sushed Louis as they held a very solid grip on both his mouth and his chest. He knew it was Harry only by the way he felt him move beside his body.

Instead of feeling the familiar emotion of annoyance in Harry's presence, fear and panic replaced it when the scene replayed in his mind. Harry was a monster, he realized as he clenched his eyes harshly. Louis had to escape somehow, but he couldn't wriggle his way out of the grip. His shouts were muffled, blocked by Harry's huge palm as he dragged Louis' body like a rag doll wherever he wished. Louis felt like a caged bird, a prisoner on the way to his execution.

Louis could feel Harry's tense body against his, his usually relaxed movements rigid and distressed. And as seconds passed, he felt more and more suffocated as Harry's anxiety grew. It felt like ages of useless escape attempts until Harry pulled him in a closet on the hallway, hearing two gasps come their way.

Both Louis and Harry turned their heads toward a semi naked couple whose mouths were agape and their eyes widened with panic.

"What are you looking at?" Harry's voice was angrier and louder than usual. He flexed his jaw dangerously as his green eyes turned to fatal slits. "Get out of here!" He snarled in a terrorizing manner, peril present in his tone.

Louis still had a hand pressed to his mouth, but he slightly calmed down as the couple shuffled awkwardly and left in an instant. Harry sighed sharply as he hurried to lock the door, turning to Louis with a dark, threatening stare.

It gazed into the darkest, deepest recesses of Louis' soul, straight to his core. He felt naked in front of Harry, as if he managed to break down all of his barriers and prey on his frailty. After all, that's what he was, a predator. A vicious, bloodthirsty predator.

Harry seemed to struggle to refrain his intensified emotions and maintain a calm demeanor when his hand shook perturbed as he forced it to back down from Louis' pink lips.

He didn't retract it completely though, as it remained on Louis' chin, holding at the sides of his flesh threateningly.

Harry inhaled deeply as his dark green forests seemed to search in Louis' gaze for any vulnerability. He looked for something to stab Louis in and twist the knife deeper into the wound. He wanted to feel in control again as his pupils shook slightly. That stare was so intense Louis could feel like fainting at any moment.

"What did you see?" Harry asked slowly, testing the waters as he kept his hands on Louis in case he tried something.

Louis forced his face away, trying to escape from Harry's grip. "N-nothing, I swear!" He wailed helplessly.

Harry grabbed his cheeks aggressively, bending down to whisper over his lips, his green eyes hidden by the huge pupils that adorned his eyes beautifully. "Don't shout or you'll regret it." He warned and Louis only gulped in response, feeling more tears fill his eyes.