Bite The Bullet (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

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It had been a few days since Harry had told me about Liam. The past few days had been, well pretty good. Harry had barely left the basement, opting to spend most of the day watching films with me, talking and sleeping with me tucked into his side. Sounds odd but it was a comfortable routine I actually found myself liking.

Things seemed to be easier now that we had talked about what had happened. Obviously things weren’t perfect, I mean I was still held captive in his basement but they were getting a bit better. The odd feelings and sensations I got around Harry only intensified and I still couldn’t place what they were. I had never felt any of them before.

I put it down to an underlying fright of the boy but part of me knew that wasn’t it. However, I effectively shoved that part to the back of my mind.

It was just like any of the past days. Harry was leaning against the back of the couch, his hands clasped behind his neck. He was staring intently at the screen. I couldn’t remember which film this was but the little boy had been sent away to camp. He was struggling with being away from home for so long because he missed his house and parents.

That one struck a little close to home. As the film progressed I could feel my mood plummeting and I became increasingly sad. I missed my parents and my sisters. I just wanted to see them, go home. Start going to Uni again.

I sniffed a little as I felt my eyes start to prick with oncoming tears. I tried to blink them back but Harry clearly noticed. He leaned forward looking at me with eyes full of concern.

“Lou, what’s wrong?” He asked. His voice was soft but encouraging; coaxing me to tell him what was the matter.

“Harry, I want to go home.” I said. The tears couldn’t be kept at bay any longer and they tumbled one by one down my cheeks. I hated crying but ever since I got here it seemed to be the second most common thing I did asides from breathe.

Harry sighed. “Louis, you know I cant let you. Liam is a prick but if you go, we are that much closer to being caught.” He said. “Plus, I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want to lose you.” He spoke softly.

“I promise I won’t say a word to anyone and Harry, of course we can still be friends! Just let me go home and see my mum and my dad and my sisters. Let me finish Uni.” I pleaded.

He still shook his head.

“I’m sorry Louis.”

I was overcome with a sudden wave of anger. Why couldn’t he just fucking let me go? Selfish bastard. I stood up and gripped the bottom of the coffee table. I flipped it over and the wooden leg on the right splintered as it was first to come in contact with the hard ground.

“Fuck Harry! What is wrong with you?! Why do you have to keep me in a fucking basement? Just fucking let me go! I don’t know why you’re doing this but it’s insane! I just want to go home!” I quite literally screamed at.

By this time he was standing too. His face looked pissed. Not angry just irritated. My anger hadn’t dissipated yet but I backed up from him a bit.

“You want to know why I did this?! You really want to fucking know?” He yelled right back.

“Yeah Harry! I do!”