Captive. (ls)

29. Hidden

Harry's POV

The rough fabric that smelt of smoke and mold was ripped off my face, and I had to blink a few times for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I glanced quickly to both sides to analyze my surroundings, noticing that the room I was seated in was dirty; particles and dust floating heavily in the rays of sun that peeked through the boarded up windows.

"Where am I?" I croaked, attempting to raise the palms of my hands up so that I could run my foggy eyes. A frown graced my lips when a harsh metal dug into my skin, holding me down against some type of pipe that ran up the wall.

I caught sight of a man seated across the room with the blindfold, that was just on my eyes, in his clenched hands. He rose from his seat and took slow strides towards me with a smirk on his face.

"That's not really a polite way to greet someone, now is it, Harry?" He purrs, his boots clinking solidly against the pavement flooring while he circled around my sitting form.

My brows furrowed in confusion and fear, pulling my feet up closer to protect my chest further, "Professor?"

"You haven't answered my question," he tsked. The man walked closer until his boots nudged the tips of my bare toes, squatting down to look me straight in the eye, and winking, "Did you miss me?"

I shook my head and tugged at the cold restraints around my wrists, "What the hell do you want?"

He stretched a hand out and stroked my cheek gently, but his calloused hands made my stomach coil in nausea, "I only want you, Harry. It's all I've ever wanted," he cooed, leaning back on his heels, "And now you're mine."

My eyes followed his figure when he stood and began to walk towards a ratty old desk, covered with arranged items with only a few I could recognize; latex gloves, a syringe, and a small bowl of what looked like oatmeal. He reached for the gloves and pulled them up his arms, letting go of them with a snap against his skin, "What a wrong move it was to leave your dominant in the middle of a crowed bar."

He tsked softly and I grunted in annoyance when the twisting of my body did nothing to free me, "You're a sick man!" I hollered, raising my body up towards the tiny window as best I could before yelling out to the top of my lungs for help.

The more I screamed, the quicker he drew a yellow tinted liquid from vile and pinged it against his fingers. He strided across the room again and bent down to my left side.

"This will only hurt a lot ," he chuckled before driving the sharp point of the needle into my arm, "You never shut up, anyways."

My eyes squinted shut and my teeth ground together with a loud hiss, feeling the burn spread through my veins like fire. My fingers began to ache with cold numbness, and within seconds I found my lids falling shut.

** Louis POV 4:30pm

"You have to find at least something on him!" He raised his voice while pacing back and forth across the police station, "I swear, he's not that hard to miss. Tall and lanky and always running into things-"

"Mr.Tomlinson," the officer addressed him in a soothing voice, "If you've given us all the information you can to help us find him, then you have to let us do our job. I promise you that we'll find him."

Louis pursed his lips and shook his head, raising his hands in the air before letting them fall back down to his sides, "Why aren't you getting off of your ass to go search, then? You know what," he grumbled, grabbing his things, "Fuck this. I'll find him myself."

He stormed out of the station with a tight grimace on his lips and a frantic plea in his eyes. His heart was thumping loudly, knowing that Harry could be just under his nose and that anything could be happening to him. The thoughts only fuelled him on further.

The door to his shining Porche swung open and he hurriedly slipped into the leather seats to start the car. His foot pressed on the gas, after the gears were roughly switched, and he spun out of the parking lot with a few glares from the lazy dickheads of police officers.

Louis called out for Siri to dial Harry's number, suddenly glad for the phone he had given Harry a few weeks back, and his heart nearly stopped when the rings stopped, "H-Harry?"

There was no voices that greeted him, only slight shuffling and white noise that made his mind race to the worst of thoughts.

"Who is this?" He yelled to the empty air of his car, and his breath hitched when he heard a dark laugh on the other side.

"There's no need for you to know that."

Louis' knuckles faded to white while his hands gripped the steering wheel with a death grip, "Where's Harry? Is he okay?"

"Oh yes, Harry's just fine," the voice chuckled, "I wouldn't kill him, if that's what you're thinking. He's just... Sleeping."

"What do you want with him?" He gritted out, wishing that he could just reach through the phone and reassure Harry that all would be okay.

"Again, that's unnecessary information."

Louis slammed his palm against the steering wheel, "Fuck you! When I find you you'll wish you've never been born!"

The voice laughed in a way that sent chills down Louis' spine, "Louis, my dear, my sincerest apologies, but I'm afraid that your young Harry will never be found."

And with that, the line went dead.

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Anywhooo, apologies for the shortest chapters ever and I'll see you guys soon! x