Don't Forget Me (Larry AU)

Not So Loud

"We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones." -Stephen King

My mum pulled the car into the parking lot of Saint Mary's and it was surrounded with cops cars. News cars. An ambulance. Everything.

My mum, Anne, and I stumbled out of the car and made our way to the front door.

A woman came bustling out of the building towards us. "Thank God you're here!" She was refferring to Anne and she stopped in front of us. "My name is Isobel Tanner, and I'm the head nurse of Saint Mary's...there's something you all need to see."

Isobel grabbed Anne's hand and started frantically pulling her into the building, and Anne motioned for us to tag along.

I walked on shaky legs. Something was wrong with Harry.

Isobel led us down a hall way and passed a couple of rooms. She pointed to one in particular and said, "That was Mr. Styles' room." She didn't give us time to stop and look, she kept walking down the hall. My mum and Anne didn't seem phased by the room, but I stopped.

I peered inside the mini window on the door, looking inside the room. It was white. Plain. Nothing much to it. I did notice there was a streak of blood across the wall.

I spun around to follow my mum and the rest of them, then I realized what Isobel had said. "That was Mr. Styles' room." Was. Past tense.

"Wait, what do you mean that was Harry's room?" I asked, jogging slightly to catch up.

Isobel sighed. "That's what we're going to discuss."

She led us into a small room with a desk and two chairs in front of it. Isobel sat behind the desk and my mum and Anne sat in the chairs, while I awkwardly stood behind them.

Isobel bit her lip nervously and said, "If you could please give your attention the television and watch this security tape."

There was small TV in the corner that crackled to life. It was a figure sitting at a table. The person's back was to the screen and they had their hood on. Suddenly a door on the opposite corner opened slightly and there was a woman. With Harry.

The woman patted Harry's back and Harry slowly stepped into the room and the door was closed behind him. There was no one else in the room, it was just Harry and the person. Harry scanned the room nervously, when the figure suddenly stood up.

The hood covered his face.

The figure lifted his head, and Harry gasped and tried to back away. From the angle, we still couldn't see who the masked figure was. The figure grabbed Harry's wrist and slapped something over Harry's face. Harry whimpered the figure laughed, then spoke.

My gut twisted.

Anne yelped and burst into tears.

My mum gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

Samuel dragged a crying Harry out of the room and out the front door.

Anne was up and yelling, "This is how you run your establishment? You let strangers come in without giving a name?"

"No, no, no," Isobel begged, "Please let me explain."

"I need my baby boy." Anne whimpered.

"I know," Isobel said. "The police are on it right now. But let us explain what happened. We didn't just let him come in, he had a name tag, and a licsense to prove who he was."

"So you knew who he was?" Anne shrieked.

"No, no! He said he was Louis Tomlinson. He had his ID and everything."