Chattel *Larry/Zialliam* BoyxBoy

The Childhood Part 1

"This is my room!" Louis exclaimed with hands on his hips and head held high like he was proud of it. It was gigantic, with a queen sized bed pushed to one corner and the other half for a desk and for play material. The room was painted with light blue and a massive rectangular window stood opposite to them with the view of the garden which was now white.

Louis turned around to find Harry standing there awkwardly. His silence made Louis' confidence dwindle. "Do you like it?" Louis asked, his voice holding some doubt like it was possible for someone to dislike his room.

Harry gazed at the room, his eyes out of focus. He nodded immediately like a programmed automaton.

"Why don't you talk?" Louis asked, now he was really worried.

Harry blinked at Louis. The state of being shipped from one foreign distraught place to a completely wholesome house hadn't faded out yet. His mind felt fuzzy and he felt like some of his wires had been disconnected temporarily. Harry knew he was being taken to his new owner, the man with the black mask was telling him so every single day. He just didn't know that yesterday had been the day he would be taken out of his barren cage.

The first clue should've been when he was given a proper haircut. He had had been cleaned thoroughly. His hair had been washed with lots of bubbles and he was allowed to sit in a bath for thirty minutes. Harry loved every second of his bath time since his usual resort was a wet wash cloth. Then, a woman in pretty pink dress with all smiles and kind eyes gave him a shot that knocked out Harry in seconds.

The next thing he knew was that he was staring at big, bright blue eyes. It reminded Harry of the skies above; that he had forgotten had existed. Harry was only around Louis for a few minutes but he already found him so loud and boisterous. It made the five year old boy uncomfortable. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to act around him.
It had been months since he had company, since he had seen another soul other than the man dressed in black with the black mask. He couldn't remember anyone else other than that strange man with the gruff voice and angry eyes.

Harry had been prepared. He was prepared to follow orders. He was prepared for physical abuse. He was prepared for feeling hungry. He had been prepared for swallowing down pain.

He had been prepared to obey.

But...He hadn't been prepared for Louis.

Louis was asking far too many questions, questions which required making his own opinion. Frankly, that was the part that scared him the most. What if he was wrong? What if he made Louis angry?

"Can you talk?" Louis asked once again.

Harry quickly nodded in affirmative, misreading Louis' worried glances to rejection. He was afraid that if he'd get rejected, would Louis send him back to the man with the angry eyes and black mask? Harry visibly shuddered and rampant chill ran down his spine like a snake.

Talk Harry, talk!

"I-" He started.

Harry tried but nothing was coming out of his mouth, not even a syllable. He felt panic further cloud his head. He felt mentally anguished and his body was physically distressed.
"Why don't you say something, Hazza?" Louis prodded. Louis almost pouted unaware of Harry's inner turmoil.

Harry didn't want to go back. He never wanted to go back to that terrible, horrible place. Please don't send me back....Not to that dark, lonely room. Please...he pleaded mentally. Not to that room where his cries were stolen by the thick yellow walls and where the dreaded demons that he imagined were crawling towards him at night. He could still remember the taste of spoilt milk in his mouth and the dry food that was often was stuck in his throat. Harry couldn't remember the number of times he felt so terrified that the world seemingly would turn upside down and he would find himself falling to the floor in a heap.