Harry's Escape

Chapter 5

Harry's POV:

I struggled to free myself from the mysterious hand suddenly gripping onto my jaw. I tried to wiggle free of their grasp, but the fact I hadn't eaten for a while didn't help at all. When I finally accepted there was no escaping the grip, I let myself relax, accepting defeat.

"So," whispered a raspy voice in my ear,"we finally found the runaway, eh?" I recognized the distinct voice immediately.

My eyes widen in shock and my body straightened up as soon as Zayn started talking.

"You know, Louis is so done with you," he said between clenched teeth.

My heart ached just at the mention of his name. That's exactly what I had been dreading. That this was my finally mistake, and I wouldn't get another chance. I messed up way too much and Louis was done with me.

Zayn saw how much the mention of Louis hurt me, I'm positive. That's why he continued to go on about him..

"You know, Hazza," he said in a mocking tone,"we fucked. It was great."

My throat closed up and I felt as if I could die right then and there. I had had my suspicions of Louis ending it with me, but this only confirmed how he truly felt. And it hurt like hell.

"Yeah," Zayn chuckled,"that's right. Me and your precious little Louis. Fucking. Every. Which. Way." He grinded his hips into mine roughly with each syllable. It was clear that he was enjoying my pain out of this whole thing, but why? What did I do to make him want to hurt me so bad?

When I thought he was finally finished torturing me, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. It hurt just as much as the stab from Lindsay did, if not more. When I looked down, I saw that it was in the same place, and that it had reopened and deepened the wound.

My legs gave out and I fell to the ground with a crash. I didn't even try to fight back. It was over. Louis wasn't mine anymore and I wasn't his. Zayn hated me, and so did my other mates, most likely. I was getting kicked out of the band, so what more was there to live for?

Suddenly it all went black.

LOUIS' POV

"Zayn?" I yelled through the empty hospital halls. "Zayn, where are you, mate?"

"Lou! I'm right here!" A cold voice came behind me. I spun around and Zayn caught me by my waist, stealing a quick kiss on my nose. "Zayn! What the shit?" I squawked. "I'm with Harry, you arse!" Zayn blinked at me innocently. "But...we had se-" "Shut the fuck up, prick. That was a one time thing. Blow me." I said as I walked off to Harry's room. "Gladly!" He shouted after me.

I rapped lightly on Harry's door, and when I heard no answer, I assumed he was asleep. Upon entering, however, I found him curled in the fetal position sobbing silently. I sat on the side of his bed, petting his curls softly. "Haz? What's wrong, babe?" I wiped a tear from his cheek.

"Y-you cheated on me, Lou. You cheated on me with Zayn. "

Well, shit.

"Haz," I whispered as I lay next to him. "You KNOW I love you with all of my heart; to Pluto and back. I hate Zayn. That was a one time thing." He rolled away from me and continued to cry. "Baby..." I whined, throwing an arm around him and drumming my fingers along his back.

"Get out." He hissed. I turned his face towards mine. "Say it again, and tell me you mean it. Look me in the eyes and tell me you seriously want me to leave." I challenged. He let a small smile form on his lips, and it made me realize how beautiful he actually was. Dark curls framing his soft, light face, cheeks slightly blushed and glistening with tears, green eyes sparkling like stars. I cupped his face lightly in my hand, and leaned my head forward so that our faces were about an inch apart.

"I fucking love you, Harry Edward Styles." I said as I leaned in to let my lips brush against his neck. He moaned softly, and I took that as an invitation to kiss him. I bit down lightly on his lower lip, making him groan in ecstasy and grind his hips into mine. I rolled to my back, pulling him atop me. His lips parted slightly, allowing me to slide my tongue into his mouth. His tongue was sweet and warm, and I felt myself getting hot under the collar. (A/N: alright kiddies avert your eyes) I reached my hands down to cup his thighs, running my hands along the innermost part of his legs. He pulled away to mutter, "Tease." I chuckled lightly, and turned him on his back, removing his shirt. His stitches looked to be holding up enough, so I continued to his pants. Cupping his erection, I trailed soft kisses along his chest. "Oh, Lou.." He moaned out. I smiled evilly, and pulled his jeans off, underwear shortly following. I gently stroked his raging erection, caressing him. He threw his head back and tried to suppress a moan. Sliding my tongue along his shaft, I was able to almost paralyze him.

The door banged open, and Harry screamed. I whipped around, then almost passed out.

Zayn.