Captive. (ls)

23. Daggers

Harry's POV

Waking up with a dull ache in my behind was not how I had planned today to go.

I was supposed to spend the day cleaning the whole flat, like a giant fall cleaning, but now I wasn't sure if I could even get one of the rooms done. Regardless, I forced myself out of the warmth of our bed and padded towards the closet.

The floor was freezing so I pulled on a pair of thick socks and one of Louis' sweaters, the green Adidas one, and rolled the sleeves up slightly. After taking a peek in the mirror and evaluating my appearance, I wandered down the stairs to the spare closet near the kitchen where we kept all of the cleaning supplies. Louis probably didn't even know what was in here, but that was his problem.

My hands reached for the mop that was tucked into the corner, and I impatiently filled our mop bucket up with whatever floor cleaner we had, mixed with water, before lugging it all upstairs to start in Louis' office.

Wow, this was heavier than I thought.

I placed the bucket on Louis' floor and dipped the mop into it before gliding it against the hardwood floors, humming to myself when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

His hands moved from my sides up toward my face, covering my eyes while his breath fanned out against the nape of my neck.

"Guess who?" He rasped, the teasing evident in his voice.

"Hm," I chuckled, spinning around to face him and peck a gentle kiss to his lips, "Good morning."

He smiled sleepily at me, returning the kiss in a loving fashion, "Morning. You're up early?"

I blushed lightly while raising the mop by my side, "Knew I had to get these chores done, and I figured that I might as well start early."

His hands sprawled across my chest and danced over one of the rose coloured marks on my collarbones, making me flinch, "I have some important calls to make today, so if you'd hurry this room up for me, that'd be lovely."

My eyes widened just a bit at his request for me to speed up, and I nodded in response, always eager to please, "Of course, yeah."

I gave him one last peck on the lips before returning to the duties that I was starting on before Louis interrupted me. Lifting the bucket, I placed it on top of his desk so that I had more room to thoroughly clean the floors, but to my disappointment, the bucket full of sudsy water toppled over onto the desk. The water sloshed forwards and began to soak up into whatever was sitting on top, while I frantically tried to swipe away any of the papers that were being eaten up. I placed the paper and his laptop on a place that the water couldn't reach, frowning when I saw half of the written words were smudged.

Turning around slowly, I shyly glanced up at a fuming Louis, "I-I swear I didn't mean to, Lou-"

"Get out," he snapped, clenching his fists by his sides while his eyes remained closed.

"Louis, please listen-"

"Now, Harry," he pursed his lips, but I needed to apologize.

"I swear I didn't mean to-"

My sentence was cut off halfway through when Louis grabbed the collar of my shirt and slammed me roughly against the wall, enough to force the air from my lungs in a dry cough.

"I said enough!" He hollered, his dark voice sending chills down my spine, "Why don't you ever shut that bloody big mouth of yours and listen to what I say! Maybe if you did that, you'd  actually have people who loved you."

His words felt like daggers to my heart. They stabbed in and twisted until my body felt numb to what was happening. It was apparent by the look on Louis' face, his eyes wide and his fingers slowly loosening their grip on my shirt, that he hadn't meant for the words to slip out. It was too late. He already said them.