The Pirate Prince *Larry Stylinson*

Abandoned

Chapter 18

Confirming Louis's suspicions, Harry never did come back inside of the room within a reasonable time limit.

He had somewhat expected it and when he turned out right, it didn't really effect his hard. Knowing Harry, before Louis went to bed, he'd probably come back in and taunt him and get the binds off of his limbs, and everything would be back to the way it was.

Part of him predicted Harry to be back in a little bit after the ship left the docks of Ireland, which he assumed would be not too long later.

For some reason, when the ship actually started moving, Louis could say he felt a piece of himself die away... Perhaps because that had been his one shot at freedom and it had been completely obliterated by Harry's persistence.

The boat gave never ending rocks that normally would go unnoticed, but with his eyes still covered and his senses going upward in response, Louis could feel himself getting seasick.

At that point, he wasn't sure if it was seasickness or just the pain of the fact that now he was never going home again.

At that point, Harry still hadn't been back.

Louis feared that Harry was actually going to leave him stuck like the way he was for the night.

Harry was crazy, but he already got his revenge, didn't he?

He wasn't going to leave Louis like that, right?

With darkness as the only thing he could see, Louis relied on his own instinct to determine what time it was and how much time had passed on earlier. Even with that, when he started to grow lightheaded with fatigue, he knew it was late outside.

The rational part of him spoke.

Harry wasn't going to come back.

The royal accepted the fact with bitterness... But one thing he couldn't seem to get entirely was how he was supposed to sleep the way he was.

He was still naked and dirty. His hair still slightly wet from the rain. His skin felt disgusting and his arm had seemingly decided it was a good time to remind Louis that it was still sore and it began aching his for the whole night. Stupid high window!

Louis pushed it all back.

He was strong and this was probably Harry's way of making him suffer. He could endure it for one night.

After a completely restless night, when Louis woke up it felt as though he hardly got any sleep. It got worse when he realized the blindfold was still there, he was still restrained, and his arm still throbbed in light pain.

Harry didn't come back at all and Louis spent the whole day just lying in bed, helpless to do anything.

He was hungry and combined with the sensitivity to the nausea-inducing boat rocks; his stomach was beginning to bother him.

When his body began to signal it was growing sleepy for the night once more, Louis found a part of him hoping that Harry would be back to let him go in the morning.

His hope was firmly crushed by daybreak when he woke up again to the same familiar darkness and frightening silence of the room. He knew he couldn't possibly be dead because of the consistent movements of One Direction he felt. Louis's stomach growled continuously and he tried to forget his hunger by drifting his attention to something else...

Louis thought of home. He thought of how it would be back in the palace once again. The light daydreams kept his sanity firm even if it was bittersweet when he managed to come back in touch with reality.