Captive. (ls)

14. Kind

SURPRISE! Double update 😏 enjoy! x
I kind of switched between third person and first person half way through. Soz

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"What? N-no!" Harry cried out, springing to his feet in an alarmed state, "I won't go!"

Louis frowned and stood up, causing Harry to cower back some even though he was taller, "Excuse me?"

Man up, Harry, stop being a wuss.

"I won't go," he stated a bit more confidently, raising his chin up some. His voice was raspy from so much abuse on his throat mere minutes ago, "I'm not a dog. I'm not going to obedience classes."

Harry took a step forwards and stared directly into Louis' eyes while keeping his jaw clenched tight. He wanted to appear strong, confident, not weak. He wasn't Louis' slave anymore.

The shorter man's brows rose and he crossed his arms in a way that Harry knew was to make himself look bigger, "Is that so?"

Harry nodded once, "Yeah. And if you try to make me, I'll leave. I don't care about you and I never will. It won't bother me to leave you behind."

A flicker of hurt flashed in Louis' eyes before his strong, serious composure took over again, "Whatever."

Harry watched as Louis rolled his eyes and flopped down onto the bed, slamming the laptop shut and flinging an arm over his eyes.

What a dick.

He watched Louis completely ignore him, shaking his head in disbelief as he walked towards the phone. He called for someone to bring up a hot lemon tea and a few lozenges, for his throat, while staring over at Louis for a few moments. He then adverted his eyes down to his legs, "Uh, make that two teas. One black. And uhm, some more cream please?"

He settled the phone back into its place then turned around to face the man laying on the bed with his eyes covered.

"Louis?"

It was a few moments before he spoke up, his voice cold and emotionless, "What, Harry."

"I ordered you a tea," he whispered, hearing a grunt come from Louis' mouth, "And some more cream."

"Why the hell would you order more cream?" Louis growled, sitting up onto his elbows and brushing his fringe back, "If you think I'm going to ever let you fuck me again you're wro-"

"I didn't know if you were hurting or not," Harry shrugged nonchalantly, his face holding anger towards his captor but his eyes were nothing but concern for the man.

Louis' mouth fell into a soft o shape, and he finally went quiet about the situation aside from a soft "Thank you." He reached to the side of the bed and picked up the sweater he wore yesterday before Harry had ripped it off his body, sliding it back over his bare chest.

The younger boy sat on the floor by the wall and picked at the little fuzzies on his socks until a knock sounded on the door, going to answer.

He gathered the tray into his arms and smiled small at the woman who had delivered it, "Thank you."

"Are you okay sir?" The lady asked, her eyes widened as she stared at Harry's face. He mentally groaned, forgetting about the mark on his face that was most likely forming a bruise.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Uhm, I fell," he lied, but the woman saw right through the lie.

She leant forward and lowered her voice some, "Do you need help, sir?"

Harry's eyes widened at the thought of being taken away from Louis, the man's previous words flooding through his head.

"Do you want to go to a place much worse than here?" Louis asked me with a growl, motioning around the dark cell that was my room.