panic [larry stylinson] ✔️

14.

** shoutout to the girl that was like plz update and i was like ok

Louis had marks nearly all over his body as he sat in the middle of a dark room, trying to key the tears escape him quietly. He tried to piece together what had happened in the midst of these hours, but he couldn't remember much about it since he blacked out afterwards. All they he had in memory were these bruises littered across his body along with a sore throat, feeling like he had been through the worst walk in his life.

One of Harry's guys came inside several minutes later with a grim expression on their face, nodding their head towards the open door behind them. "It's time for you to go back with Mr.Styles now. I hope you learned your lesson."

The ride back to Harry's house felt short and unnerving, being that he couldn't help but flinching everytime the limo hit a bump in the road, or whenever one of the men spoke in their deep and raspy voices. He didn't have the option to look out of the window since they were painted pitch black, just in case he got any idea s during the ride, and so he was forced to play with his fingers until further notice. When he finally made it inside of Harry's home and was thrown inside his own room, he sat on the edge of the bed with his lip wobbling from how he was crying.

"I'm sorry that I had to put you through that, baby." stated Harry gently as he walked through the door, causing Louis to go pliant and still. He brought his legs up to his chest and dug his face in between his knees, refusing to look at the man who nearly threw him into his death. "I just can't have you thinking that you could just run away without a warning..."

Harry laughed dryly and closed the door behind him, locking it with a key he had pulled from his pocket. Louis was still stiff in his seat and remained that way until Harry's boots appeared in his vision, note aware of the fact that the boy was standing in front of him. "I wanna go home."

"What do you mean, Lou? This is home. Anywhere with me should be home. Look at you, you're all bruised up. I'm gonna get the first aid kit from your drawer, hold on." said Harry in his normal slow and husky voice, boots disappearing from Louis' vision before returning yet again. "Sit up, Lou."

Louis sat up straight and put his legs down, his eyes averting to the open first aid kit lying next to Harry's long legs as he crouched down to his height. Harry carefully took his arm and frowned at the long red line going down in the middle, spreading some cream over it before doing the same to the others. Louis stared blankly at Harry, refusing to admit gratitude for the help because he was stubborn as hell.

Plus, Harry's the reason why he had these bruises.

"It should be all better in the morning. Do you want me to put the bandage wrap over it ?" asked Harry as he took out the bandage wrap, and just as Louis was about to say no, he saw a small pair of scissors inside of the kit and went silent. "Louis?"

"Can I get some water?" he asked abruptly, causing Harry to pause and sit the bandage wrap back on the bed.

"Since I can't trust you enough to walk around this house by yourself, I will get it for you. Stay here." stated Harry with frustration, leaving the room before locking the door behind him. Louis bit his lip hesitantly before grabbing the scissors and sitting them under his pillow, his breathing quickening when Harry came back a minute later with a cup of water in his hand. "Here."

"Never mind, I'm not thirsty."

Harry stared at him for a beat or two before setting the glass of water on the nightstand and returning back in front of Louis, leaning down to put everything back into the kit. Louis held his breath the entire time and nearly broke a sweat when Harry looked into the box and paused, half expecting him to say something about the scissors, but instead Harry closed it and placed it back into the locked drawer.

He couldn't believe that he got away with it. Fuck.

"I know it may seem bad at first being here, but I promise that it'll be better. You won't have to be afraid anymore." explained Harry timidly while he was facing the opposite way of Louis. "Just cooperate with me, Lou."

"Don't call me that, only friends can." said Louis in a sassy tone, causing Harry to cringe and turn back around to face him.

"I see we still haven't made it past the friend phase."

"You kidnapped me, stalked me, tortured me, and you expect to get past the friend phase? You didn't even have to through all of this, you could've just spoke to me and I would have understood-"

"They have always told me that I was a difficult person." said Harry in a cocky tone, smirking while crossing his arms. "Maybe I just liked the chase. Wanting something that I most definitely couldn't have if I didn't lie."

Louis stayed silent again and tried to understand how such a young person could be in control of so much in his life, knowing that at his age he was trying to set up recorders and fixing his hair. Was he really going to be stuck here forever? Was he going to die never being found? Too many questions were triggering his anxiety at the moment so he breathed and reminded himself that he had scissors underneath his pillow and that he would use them at the right time.

Which meant that he most definitely had to earn Harry's trust so that he was able to do it. The moment in which he was going to was the only thing he worried about.

NOTE: !!!!! ok louis youre getting somewhere this psycho bitch needs to chill