Resist // l.s

Chapter 11.

A/N: WARNING!!!! Trigger warning's maybe, idk, like I guess this chapter may have some horror themes and may be triggering to some - not in the way you might think - but I just thought I'd warn you in advance. Probably more PG 13 so read with caution babes. Hope you enjoy xoxoxoxo

P.s also, if you think there are parts of this chapter that are unrealistic, I DID try to make it as realistic as possible, but like for the sake of the story just ignore that okay :3 it IS just a fanfic.
Love, Bec xx

Harry's P.O.V

{ I } t was downright mad.

Yes, my mother warned me that this next challenge for the patrons would be quite extreme, but I never thought it would be to this extent. In the past, while he had patrons within our castle, the most extreme task they were ever given would be a maths test, or a test that required answers about their mentor; never something so physical that was definitely inhumane. I'd say against the law, however my father being the King, he WAS the law, unfortunately. It made me sick with hatred and disgust that I shared the same DNA.
It was hard not to pace back and forth; my mind was sick with worry. Would Louis faint at the sight of this? Broken glass covered ground, nothing to do but to walk and use your hands to find your way out. It was going to be bloody chaos in there.
"Harold, please darling, would you take a seat? The patrons will be walking in in just a moment, and they don't need to see you pacing about make them even more nervous." My mother said, fanning her face. I raised my eyebrows at her.
"They wouldn't have anything to be nervous about if they-"
"Harry, that's enough. Just do as mother says." My sister drawled on; of course she always had to take our parents side. All she really cared about was becoming the 'perfect' queen one day, so of course she was doing her best to make me look incompetent. Not that she really needed to feel threatened by me; I didn't want to be King anyway. My father was currently seated by my mother; his eyes scrutinising the room down below us. I was sure he must have placed the keys down there himself. He probably set out a little plan for him and Zayn.
"Your majesty?" His personal guard entered our little room and he cleared his throat, sitting up straighter.
"Mm?"
"The room is prepared, and the patrons are about to enter." He gave a curt nod before slowly standing up. He almost looked old, but by the veins in his neck and the rough callouses on his hands, I knew he was still as strong as he always was. I finally moved over and took my seat; however leaning forward. I needed to watch out for Louis; I couldn't imagine how he would take this. Would he scream? Cry? Yell? He was such a fragile boy, and I had only just promised his mother...
The door swung open and the first patron was pushed in. The horror that spread onto his face as he realized what was scattered over the floor was enough to make me ill. Clasping a hand over my mouth I continued watching as one by one, each patron stepped into the room...and then my eyes finally landed on Louis. His features were soft and scared, like a little puppy, however when his foot came down on the broken glass his lips parted to let out a yelp and his eyes widened in horror at what was surrounding the floor. Our eyes even met for a moment, and I wanted to cry. Slowly and carefully, the patrons walked over to where they were instructed, and faced us; I sat back in my seat. The now clear glass would soon be covered in red, and the thought made my stomach turn. The King's personal guard handed my father a mic, and a terrible smirk spreads on his face as he begins to speak.
"Keep walking patrons. Get in line, don't just dawdle." My father spoke, letting out a cruel chuckle into the microphone. I had to clench my jaw to keep myself from spitting at him. The patrons slowly got themselves into a line, and I could already see little bits of blood coming from Louis' feet. I would definitely need to help him later. Of course, the others would need help too, but for now, my main priority was Louis. "I'm sure you're all already feeling uncomfortable...but let's hope that drives you forward to win! Today, I am testing your strength and endurance. How much pain you will go through to win...and I will be watching who will give in first." I could see Louis' worried gaze on my father; his hands were practically trembling and it made me want to break through the glass and take him to safety. "You must notice that you've all been handcuffed. You need a key to be set free and released from the room you are standing in. However...there are but five keys, somewhere beneath all that glass. And there are six of you...I believe the term, first come; first serve applies to this game. Better move fast patrons. You wouldn't want to be left behind would you?" I shot a glare to my father, but then an alarm sounded. The game had begun already? They barely had time to brace themselves, and for a few moments it seemed that they were all just standing there hopelessly; until of course Zayn broke into a run. It wasn't a very small room; it was quite long, and from where I was I could see that the floor was not all level. There was in fact a deep end of the glass, and a shallow end; where they all began at. And I had a bad feeling that most of the keys would be where the deep end was. It seemed that everyone was moving rather quickly to get a key, but yet Louis had just made one movement since the sounding of the bell. He'd gotten onto his hands and knees; something no one else had done yet. What the hell was he thinking?! The clock is ticking.