Mad World. (A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan crossover)

(15) You're perfect to me.

Not a second passed before Harry and Louis’s arms were around a trembling Dianna. Harry’s mind was racing uncontrollably. Had this poor girl been hurt? She looked so content when he saw her last, speaking openly with the Captain. Maybe it was all an act. They walked unsteadily for a while, Harry barely listening to the comforting words Louis was whispering to Dianna. It was when they finally reached the hideout that hell broke loose.

A number of shout’s were heard, Harry barely acknowledging half of them, only hearing curse words and mixed sentences. “Louis, why is she here?” Katherine demanded forcefully in a rough voice.

“Can’t you all see that she’s injured? Jesus Christ, someone help us!” Louis replied. They moved faster than Harry had ever seen them move before, it really was something. Liam and Zayn helped them grab Dianna and the girls walked off, presumably to look for a first aid kit.

Once they had placed her on the ground, everyone moved so fast according to Harry’s brain that he couldn’t register everything in his mind. He ran his hands through his hair in aspiration and attempted to focus on what was happening. This took a number of minutes, but when Harry returned to a relatively normal state, it seemed as though questions had been answered. They all treated Dianna carefully until Eleanor came, placed her hands in Dianna’s and asked for her name as softly as possible.

“Dianna.” It was barely a whisper, but it was something.

“How did you get here?” Louis asked, his tone not as soft as Eleanor’s, but it was all he could manage at this point.

“L-Lies, fake promises...” She replied, her voice highlighting her trembling state.

“Did he take you here?” Harry finally spoke, all eyes falling on him. He wouldn’t meet the gazes however; his eyes remained on Dianna’s.

“H-He promised me everything; he said life would be better here. I was s-so stupid.” She replied, her words breaking due to her weeping.

“What did he do to you?” Katherine asked softly.

It took Dianna a few hesitant moments to show them. But when she finally did, she bit down on her lip so hard she drew blood. Their gazes didn’t change, they simply waited. She swallowed, and lifted her shirt up a few centimetres. A collection of gasps were heard, but Harry wasn’t expecting anything different. Purple marks were set all around Dianna’s waist, along with what appeared to be a burn mark. Disgust filled their veins.

“How did you get the leg wound?” Niall asked, perched on Savannah’s shoulder.

Dianna whimpered. “His um... his hook pierced my leg, enough to draw blood but not enough to seriously injure.”

Louis noticed Harry’s pale form, so he placed his arms around Harry’s waist and put his head upon Harry’s shoulder, his lips grazing Harry’s neck slightly. “He just did all that to you?” Savannah whispered; confusion laced within her voice.

“Oh, he had his reasons.” Dianna replied. When none of them showed any effort of replying, she answered their unspoken question. “It was a punishment of some sort. He did this because I refused to um... sleep with him.”

Harry couldn’t help it, he his eyes landed straight on Katherine. Had he done this to her? Did she say no, and get punished, or did she let him and suffer the torture? He got no answers from her eyes, however his were growing glassy. A sharp feeling burned down his tongue, one that he’d only ever gotten from his time here.

After an abnormal amount of silence that was used for reflection, Katherine was first to speak. “We can’t let him do this. He doesn’t deserve to live another day... Louis that could be Harry next.” She has only pointed it out to convince Louis, but she instantly regretted it, the tears having finally unleashed themselves from Harry’s eyes. Louis’s grip tightened around Harry, as if to convince him of his safety here. Harry closed his eyes, not only in an attempt to cease his tears, but also to savour the moment with Louis.