Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson

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Guys why's my boyfriend literally insane. He cooks eggs in the fucking microwave like what? Dude is a chef too. Like the disrespect.

"No it's," Liam starts to go through the alphabet. "L, M- oh. Shit."

"No it's actually, N, O. Which is exactly what your mother said when they handed you to her." Niall argues. "Oh fuck off you absolutely cretin."

"Cretin?! Mother fucker just called me a cretin?!" Niall starts laughing, quickly stopping, staring me dead in the eye. "I don't like it when you look at me like that."

"I mean this respectfully. I understand Louis. I mean get get why he almost burned the place down to get you back." Niall says. "Okay."

I don't think any of them were focused on where we were or the circumstances surrounding the moment. "Guys now is not the time."

"Don't be so modest Harry." Liam said with a tease. "We're about to be tortured. You understand that?"

"They have Charlie and Nia." Riley says calmly. The door opening quickly and my smile widening. "There he is. Harry Styles, such a pretty face. Let's ruin it shall we."

I stood calmly, my hands tied separately above my head. "Not so tough without your hands are you Styles."

"You have a lot to say but there's no action. Your hands are as clean as your clothes and your arms are as strong as your reputation. There's a very big difference between become one that is feared and learning to be feared."

I lean in closer. "You fall lower than the grave I have your son buried in." I smiled.

His face matching his walls. "If you want to fight me, make it even. There's nothing worse than a boy who thinks he can act like a man and not back up his word."

He stands, pushing his chin out, I tilt my head, still smiling. "If you want your son back all you have to do is ask me nicely. You know how much I love a good plead."

"I have you! I got you! You do not get to stand there! Restrained and make a fool out of me!" I turned to Niall. "He's very angry isn't he. Lots of feelings for a man with such, odious character."

"An eye for an eye." Niall says, my hands slipping from the ropes. "An eye for an eye. If in the hands of a doubtful man with no power, what is it then? Hm? Do you know?"

Killian takes a step back. "A target." I laughed.

"It's a fucking target," I repeat. Grabbing his throat I take a step forward. "Where's my kids? Hm? What did you do? What's your plan here? To distract me and grab Louis?"

His mouth twitches. "Because I can promise you that no matter where or how far you go. Once I get him back, you will not know peace, there is not a corner on this fucking planet that I won't fucking check."

Digging my nails into his neck I felt my head start to blackout. "Where are my kids?"

The skin starts to rip, slowly. I watched his eyes start to water. "An eye for an eye."

Digging my thumbs into his eye sockets I felt my fingers reach his skull. Pulling my hands I let him fall to the floor.

Standing up from the floor I watch his man stare at me, knives pointed to my throat.

Rubbing my nose I hold my hands behind my head. The door opening again, Killians dad walking in. "Niall Horan, what a lovely sight."

"I really really wish I could say the same. But I just found out that eyeballs can pop so I'm not feeling too hot." He looks over at me, my hands behind my back and a smile on my face.

"Do forgive me I think I might've killed your son." He steps closer. "Where is my wife? Please, Harry please I'm begging don't hurt her. I'm begging."

"Really?" I tilt my head. My bottom lip between my teeth, watching him slowly move down onto his knees. "Please."

"How far you've fallen Chris. I used to look up to you. Now look at you. Begging me to bring back the dead."

I grab his face, pulling him up from the floor. "I respected your son, I gave him his name." I spat through my teeth. "And he took my children? I don't really do well when people include family in their own problems."

Turning his head I heard the crack before I watched him fall. Letting out a sigh.

Turning awkwardly to the others I gave them a smile. "He's definitely got a type." Liam says through a laugh. "Did you kill his son?" Zayn asks, a worried look on his face.

"Like I said. I don't do well when people bring family into their problems," Throwing the knife across the room I watched it stick between Niall's fingers. "Untie yourselves. We've got places to be. Hurry up about it."

Pushing the door open I lean against it waiting for them to follow me out. "You know where they are?"

"Mhm. You guys own suits right?" They nod. "Yeah what for? Where are they?" Riley starts to smile. "Kashida." We both mumbled. "I thought he was dead."

"Yes. There's two," Riley says. "Second is always worse than the first, especially when your nickname is literally AK-47."

**

We make our way through the entrance. "I need you guys to act fast and do not stay too long, no matter what happens." Riley warns.

"Why? Who even is this Kashida guy anyway? Why's he so scary?"

"It's his wife." Catching her eye I started to make my way over. Trying to stay as calm as I could. "Styles. What a nice surprise."

"Hi Anna." She formed with a smile. "Riley Taishan. Nice to see you again. You two finally met I see. My two favourite clients."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound rude. Who are you?" Niall asks. "Niall Horan. You've got such a nice form when you fight. I think you'd really enjoy it in this side."

"We're not here to buy things from you Anna. Where are my kids?" She smirks. "Straight to the point. Raised you well. I don't know where they are. It seems that little brat is a lot more like her father than I'd thought."

"They're gone?" She hums. "Let's see who finds them first shall we Harry."