Super Powers, Super Friends, and Super Love. (Larry Stylinson fan-fiction)

Chapter 11

So, I'm at my uncle's, so this may be a tad bit short. SORRY :(

**Harry's Point Of View**

I woke up to the feeling of someone stroking their hand through my hair. I looked up to see Louis' chin, and his mouth moving up and down, making his perfectly sculpted jaw move with every word. I half-way smiled at it, and then his burning blue eyes looked down at me, and a smile crept onto his face.

"Hi, Harry." He greeted.

I grinned at his, exposing my dimples. "Hi, Lou." I whispered. My voice was raspy, and it didn't really make sense, due to the only thing I really remember was my screaming.

Does that make you lose your voice?

Now that I think about it, it kind of does.

"God, your voice is raspy, Harry." An Irish accent said, and I turned my head to see a blond boy with a polo shirt and pants on, sitting next to a boy with black hair and the same outfit.

"Why are you all here?" I asked, voice raspy.

Liam looked at Louis. "You didn't tell him?" He asked.

Louis looked at him, giving him the 'are you stupid' look. "Do you think I could have told him while he was asleep? No. I couldn't." He said.

Liam pfft'd him, and I looked up at Louis once again. "What were you gonna tell me...?" I whispered.

Louis looked down at me. "Someone said we can change." He said.

I tilted me head. "What do you by change?" I asked.

"I mean, we can get rid of these powers. We can be normal people, Harry." He said, a small smile threatening to escape.

"Really?" I asked, sounding a bit more excited than I should have.

He nodded. "Yeah, really." He said, and leaned down, rubbing his nose against mine. "We could change and be normal." He whispered.

I smiled, and rubbed my nose against his, completing the Eskimo Kisses. "That would be fantastic..." I said in my mind.

***Liam's Point Of View***

"Time to go. Let's go." A tall, buff man said, gripping my wrist and dragging me into a standing position.

I hissed at the pain as his grip tightened and his finger's pad pressed against the hole in my wrist. He glared at me as I hissed again in pain, and he threw me into my cell.

"Stay." He said, slamming the door behind him, and I heard the door lock.

I looked around, and crouched down in the corner. I traced my finger over the hole in my wrist, cursing at myself whenever I pressed down to hard, and part of my fingernail went into the hole.

I heard something move against the floor, but I ignored it, probably being that stupid rat that was in here. Yes, there was a rat. A very friendly rat, actually.

Strangely, the rat had taken out the needles in my ankles, wrists, and even my under-arm. I didn't know why this rat was so nice, but I liked the rat, and called him Nathaniel.

I was really bored, and I had no other name to choose. Plus, I don't think anyone has named a rat Nathaniel.

Someone got onto my foot, and I looked to see the pitch black rat looking at me. I half-smiled, and reached out, petting the rat.

"How are you doing?" I whispered.

The rat chattered its teeth, and scrambled to my ankle. I tilted my head, and twisted my ankle so I had a view of it. The rat bit into my ankle, and I had the most confused expression on my face.

The rat pulled back, and spit out a tiny needle, scrambling to the other ankle and doing the same thing.

"I thought that I only had three needles..." I whispered.

The rat's teeth chattered, and it scrambled away to a hole under the wall that was too little for me to fit through. I sighed, and picked up the needles that Nathaniel got out.

I tilted my head as I poked the top of one, hissing as my fingers started bleeding. I put my finger in my mouth, sucking the blood off, then wiping it onto my pants.

"Liam..." A harsh whisper sounded, and I shot my gaze up to see Zayn in the same room as I was.

My eyes widened as I kept on looking at him. "H-How are you in here?" I asked.

He grinned. "Powers." He said.

"How did you get the needles out?" I asked.

He shrugged. "The needles don't do anything to me, really. It's just the guards I have to look out for. They'll beat the shit out of me if they find me in here." He said with a careless shrug.

I looked at him with a confused expression, but shook it off. "Well, do you think you could help me?" I asked.

He shrugged in response and walked over to me, getting onto his knees, and grabbing my leg, placing it onto his own, and looked at it closely. "It looks like you have tons in your legs." He said, pulling out one, making me squeez my eyes shut, due to the pain.

His nails touched my skin, and carefully took out the rest. "It looks like they really want you to not use your power." He said with a chuckle.

I glared at him. "Now's not the time for laughing, Zayn. These needles fucking hurt." I said, and hissed once again as he took out one in my upper-leg.

"Well, it's kind of funny..." Zayn mumbled, pulling out another.

"Not to me it isn't! These needles feel like shit!"

Zayn's face got red, as his cheeks starting puffing out. I rolled my eyes.

Zayn could never hold in his laugh, could he?

**Harry's Point Of View**

My eyes fluttered open, and immediately I squinted at the bright light. I sat up on my bed, and fell back down, grasping my head in my hands, hating the feeling of the banging sensation going on in my brain.

"Harry, lay down." A feminine voice said, and I looked forward to see a lady in a nice blue dress with nice flowing red hair.

"Who are you?" I asked, voice still raspy from earlier.

The lady smiled at me, taking out some medicine from her shoe. "I'm Alicia." She said, getting a bottle of water from her dress, and handing me both of the items.

"What are these for...?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow. "You seriously don't know what headache medicine is?" She asked.

I made an o with my mouth, popping the pill in my mouth, before swallowing it with a bunch of water. I exhaled loudly, and lay fully down.

"You'll feel better, sweetheart." Alicia cooed, before leaving the room.

I watched her leave, and closed my eyes. I just want to get out...

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There ya go. There's a chapter. So, I'm right now approximately 8-9 hours away from Emma and the other Sarah, and I have almost no communication with them so far.

But, yeah, whatever. Here's chapter 11. And, like I've said before, I'll be finishing this book on like...chapter 15 or 17, then there's an epilouge. So yeah.

~Tom Cruise