panic [larry stylinson] ✔️

11.

Louis had spent at least two hours in that dark room crying his eyes out when the door finally creaked open, revealing Harry holding a tray of food- of course it was pizza, Louis' alltime favorite. His whole body was still shaking, and he felt his heart rate grow increasingly fast as Harry moved closer.

"Baby, I brought you food." said Harry softly, kneeling in front of Louis before getting into criss-cross position. Louis tried to scream through the gag in response, but it came out muffled and made his throat dry since he had been doing it for a while now. "You must be starving."

As soon as Harry removed the gag, Louis hogged up some saliva and spit it in Harry's face with frustration. Harry closed his eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line, using his fingers to wipe the spit that dripped near his eye. His nostrils flared the more he stared at it, and Louis suddenly grew even more afraid than he already was.

"Now, that wasn't very nice." Suddenly, Harry was dropping the tray and gripping Louis' chin again, his lips hovering over Louis' menacingly. "Apologize."

Louis knew that he shouldn't get too gutsy while he was tied up like this, but he honestly was as pissed as ever and needed to get this out. "Fuck you."

Harry's fingernails dug into his skin harshly at his words and his hand was squeezing his jaw, his eyes beginning to cloud with darkness and frustration. "I could kill you in a split second and you're still not cooperating. Think you're so ballsy, huh? Apologize."

The caramel haired boy held his breath and shook his head, trying to lift his hands and legs, but he was restrained by the burning ropes. They were digging into his skin, and he was pretty sure they were about to cut off his circulation.

"You know, your stubbornness always never failed to amaze me." inquired Harry huskily, using his finger to trace Louis' jaw line. "You know, I'm actually 17. Kind of underage, but we'll make that work right?"

Oh my God. Louis thought. I have been crushing on a minor.

"Please let me go."

Harry clicked his tongue and his hand dropped from Louis' face carefully, observing the nail marks on his skin. "So you can run to the police afterwards? No, no, I don't think so. Plus someone you might want to see is here."

The door creaked open to reveal Zayn, a smile tugging on his face when he saw Louis tied up in the chair, cheeks stained with tears. Louis grew enthusiastic when he saw somebody he knew, trying to move around beneath the ropes. "Zayn! Fuck, did he bring you here too? Are you here to take me back-"

"Jesus, does he ever shut up?" questioned Zayn, glancing towards Harry with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't talk about him that way." Harry growled, his eyes glued to Louis' ocean blue eyes as if he was a light and Harry was the fly.

"Wh-What?" whispered Louis.

Zayn rolled his eyes, the light behind him making his silhouette illuminate onto the ground. "God, Louis you're such an airhead. Always have been. Do as you wish Harry, I'm going back home now."

"What the fuck is this? What the fuck is going on?" Louis said dizzily, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "I'm confused."

"Aw, baby. You're too cute. Zayn here has made a deal with me and it involved allowing to keep your pretty ass with me." explained Harry gently, petting Louis' fringe. "The little shit practically sold you to me, how insane."

"Zayn?" said Louis weakly. "But you're my best friend- bros for life and shit."

"Cut the shit, Louis."

"I made us best friend bracelets three years ago!"

Harry chuckled and let his finger loop around a stray piece of hair on Louis' head. "We can make our own."

Louis felt like breaking into tears again, but he knew he was running out and needed to save them for when they really mattered. He couldn't believe that all this time Zayn hadn't actually liked him, and was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to rid of him. He watched with a grin expression as Zayn bid them all farewell before leaving the room, his clad boots barreling across the floor until the sound disappeared.

"Louis, relax, you're about to have a panic attack."

"Are you seriously telling me to relax right now?" said Louis through gritted teeth, his breath becoming rapid and untamed. He honestly felt like a wild animal at this point, and if this got any worse he was sure he would go crazy. "I'm being held hostage by a minor, and my best friend just technically made a human trade!"

Harry only laughed.

Louis wanted to wring his neck.

NOTE: FUKIN CRAZY MAN THIS IS SHORT BUT HERE i added a 21 Jump Street reference kinda pls find it hA