insane || l.s -on hold-

four

f o u r

the two were now sat in harry's car on the way to his house. it was quiet but it really wasn't an uncomfortable silence, which both of the males were grateful for. once harry started going further into the bad neighborhoods, louis sunk in his seat, eyes wide. harry took notice of this but didn't say until until a few minutes later when louis flinched at a little bump on the road.

"lou, baby? you alright?" and no, he didn't mean for the little pet name to leave his lips but it did anyway and he couldn't take it back. oh well, whats said is said and it seemed like louis didn't seem to care about that either because he was still shaking.

when harry pulled over to the side to ask whats wrong, louis ended up screaming for a second, frantically shaking his head. "no! don't stop here, don't stop here, don't stop here." he repeated, flinching away when harry went to touch him.

"louis," harry snapped a bit, taking his seat belt off and climbing over to the boys seat, hovering over him, his large hands taking the younger males face gently. "stop it. hey, stop. you're okay, you're not hurt." not yet anyway. "tell me whats wrong, baby?"

the blue eyed boy took in shaky breaths and his eyes traveled somewhere next to harry and when the older one looked, he could see the alleyway where louis was almost raped. of course, and now it all makes sense. there was dried up blood and even some fresher blood.

harry made louis look over to him, his hands going up to run through his fluffy hair. "hey, don't worry. i'm here. nobody will hurt you anymore, i'm here." everything he said was a lie. yeah, he was there but louis was going to be hurt.. he was going to be hurt by harry. "don't look, okay? don't look." he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead making louis close his eyes and calm down a little.

sorry to say this but, louis is really stupid. he hasn't even known the man a few weeks and here he was, all relaxed with him, oblivious to the fact that he was one of the many murderers that lived in the bad neighborhood. here he was, trusting a complete stranger. a stranger.. he saw this man fight more than once and he still trusts him.

if you don't think thats really stupid, then i don't know what to tell you. sure, he was never taught by his parents about these things but maybe school did? nope. nobody in school bothered to tell him this either. do you know why? because they thought they were all safe. especially louis. they all thought he really was going to be safe, living in one of the best neighborhoods there were.

clearly, everyone was and is wrong now, aren't they?

then again.. harry had became a little... attached to the boy. he doesn't know if he can kill him yet but he didn't become too attached luckily. he could still just use him, torture him. do whatever he pleased. at the thought of using the boy sexually, his dick twitched in his pants and he had to shift a little and try to think of something else to avoid getting hard while hovering over the teenager.

and plus he was still sticky. he really didn't wanna add more on to that. when louis nodded at his words, harry leaned down and kissed his forehead yet again, letting his lips linger there for a few moments. he then ruffled a hand though his hair before moving back into his seat and buckling up.

"you ready, love?"

when louis nodded, the other started driving off again, a bit over the speed limit to get away from that place, his home not too far from here. his one hand was clutching the wheel tightly, the other tight on the stick shift in the middle. he didn't notice how hard he was gripping onto it until a tiny hand covered his and a thumb was rubbing over his knuckles.

harry flicked his eyes over to the hand and then back on the road, his stomach doing a little flip. what the actual hell just happened. holding back a small sigh, he turned his hand around and intertwined his with the teens, squeezing softly.