Harry's Escape

Chapter 3

Harry's POV:

"I really appreciate you letting me stay with you, Lindsay," I said while she led me to my room. 

"Oh no problem. I couldn't just leave a possibly future captive out on the streets now, could I?"  

"What?"  

"Nothing."

I thought this was pretty weird, but I just kinda shrugged it off. Maybe I just misheard her...

"Now close your eyes," she said, as we approached a door at the end of the hallway. I did as she said, thinking it was a bit childish. But I did it anyways, she was letting me crash here after all.

I closed my eyes and stood there, waiting for her to tell me to open them, but instead I felt her push my back. It caught me off guard, so she was able to push me forward, causing me to land on my side. I opened my eyes immediately and what I saw scared the living shit out of me.

I was lying on cold concrete, with Lindsay hovering over me. There were men hanging by their arms against the concrete wall. Blood was splattered across the floor, heavier in some spots than others. The men that hung there were around my age, rather young. Each of them were shirtless and had only a small white cloth covering their crotch. They were all in dire need of food, considering how weak and skinny they all looked.

While I was taking all of this in, I heard a door slam behind me. I looked to see Lindsay locking the door with a tiny silver key, which she then dropped into the top of her dress.

I got up, pushed Lindsay out of the way, and rushed to the door, trying desperately to open it, but there was no use. It was locked. I didn't want to believe it though. So, I kept jiggling it, hoping that it

would magically open.

My persistence was interrupted by Lindsay clearing her voice. I flung around to see her smiling devilishly at me with her arms crossed.

"Let me go," I gritted through my teeth.  

"Now why would I let such a beautiful piece of sex leave me?" she said, sashaying over to me and roughly putting her hand through my hair.

"I'm gay, you cunt," I said, pulling away from her touch in disgust.  

"I can change that," she said coming towards me again.  

"No, you can't. You're crazy, Lindsay! Fucking crazy! What the hell would possess you to do this?"  

"Why would I not?" she snapped,"Why would I not have beautiful men whenever I want? I deserve it, anyways."  

"I'm not even going to try and reason with you. I know there's no point. Im so done with you. I'm calling Simon."

I went for my phone in my back pocket, only to find that it wasn't there.

"Looking for this?" she asked, waving my phone mockingly around.  

"Give it." 

"Now that's not nice, Hazbear. What's the magic word?" 

"Please. Give me. My fucking. Phone."  

"Nope!" she said with a ditzy smile.

By now I had lost it.

"JUST GIVE MY PHONE AND LET ME LEAVE YOU DICKHEAD. YOU CAN'T JUST KEEP ME HERE FOR YOUR OWN SEXUAL PLEASURE! Y-YOU'RE INHUMAN! I REFUSE TO STAY HERE! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!"

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I looked down and grimaced at the sight if the knife, stuck deep in my flesh. Before I got a chance to say a word, she left and locked the door with that damn silver key.

~LOUIS POV~

The next morning, after I woke up, I flipped open my small black phone and saw that I had 22 missed calls from Harry. I contemplated calling him, but then I didn't have time to make a decision when my phone started buzzing rapidly in my hand. I hit the little green button and put the phone to my ear.

"Haz?" I asked.

"Nope. Not Harry, Lou-Lou." said a mischievous high voice.

"Lindsay?"

"*giggle* yup, it's me."

Well. This is odd.

"Where's Harry?"

"I'd tell you but...that'd ruin the surprise."

"...Linds, are you okay? You sound kind of...evil."

"IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE YOUR PRECIOUS 'HAZ' AGAIN THEN I WANT YOU TO SLIP $5,000 IN A BAG ON MY PORCH. IF YOU DON'T-HARRY SHUT YOUR GODDAMNED MOUTH-I'LL KILL HIM."

*click*

"HOLY FUCK." I yell out.

Liam snaps awake in his chair. "Lou? What's wrong?"

I glance up at him, then back to the phone in my hand, then back up to him.

"I don't even know, Liam." I say, running my fingers through my hair. Niall stirs in his sleep, and Liam lifts him onto his lap and cradles him in his arms. Niall rests his his head in the crook of Liam's arm and is snoring in seconds. I smile at them, and my heart aches for Harry. We were like that. We would lay down together on the couch at our flat, watching a movie. I would feel his warm, slightly drunken breath float down onto my hair, and I would reach up to feel his soft curls. God, I need to get him back. The question is, will he forgive me for being with Zayn?

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During the night, I dreamt that Harry had come back. But so did Zayn. Harry blamed Zayn for us fucking, and he punched him in the jaw. Zayn responded by stabbing him on the chest with a knife.

In this dream, I had to watch my beautiful, curly haired baby with his face screwed up in pain, blood running down his chest. The last thing he sobbed to me: "I always wanted to marry you."

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As soon as I woke up, I called Harry's cell. After about three rings, Lindsay picks up. "Lou-Lou?"

"Linds. I really need to talk to Haz. Like, really."

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen, Lou-Lou. If I let you talk to him, you'll scheme against me. I'm not letting him go again. You can't make me Lou. I LOVE HIM." She was getting hysterical.

"How about this?" I suggest. "You put the phone on speaker so you can hear, too."

She thinks for a minute then says, "Fine."

I can hear the clicking of her heels and the creaking of what's obviously a heavy door. She then proceeds to scream loudly. "He's gone! What did you do Louis?! Why?!?"

"I-I-"

"I will hunt you down and kill you."

*click*

Once again, WHERE THE HELL IS HARRY?

He could only be a number of places. I sit back to brainstorm. All of a sudden, I get a phone call from Pasadena. I flip open the phone.

"Hello?"

"LOU OH THANK GOD."

"...HAZ?

"YESYESYESYES it's me please help ohmygod I ran away I'm at the airport please Lou I need money and clothes and a shower Lou I'm practically naked and covered in blood oh lord the things she did to me-"

"Harry Styles. I'm on my way."

I shut my phone and hobbled out of bed. Liam looks up at me. "Harry. Let's go. " He realized he shouldn't question me, and he stood up, Niall still in his arms. Niall slowly blinked awake, and climbed out of Liam's arms. "What?" He asked, and all I said was "Run."

Niall ran down the hallway, dodging nurses and doctors. Liam lifted me onto his back and followed. They flew out the front door, and Niall hopped in his car. Liam set me down in the backseat and got in the driver's seat. "Where to?" He shouted, and I yelled back "Pasadena!"

He floored it.