Innocence

Chapter #2

"Niall, have you ever seen a dead body in the flesh?" Louis asked questioningly, a small smirk playing on the hem of his lips. Niall's mind raced for several seconds, not being able to process the simple question in the slightest.

He couldn't help but allow all the confusion to take over, even though from the second Louis asked, he knew the answer. "No, are you going to make me see one?" Louis threw his head back in laughter, the demonic noise echoing through Niall's ears.

"You'll be the cause of them as well." Niall's eyes widened as another realization hit him, making him slightly anxious of the answer. "Them?" Niall asked, completely oblivious of what Louis had just clearly stated.

"Alongside Harry, of course. Now get the fuck out." Niall flinched at Louis harsh words, but quickly decided that it would be necessary for him to get adjusted to the harsh living conditions.

Niall got up just as he got out of his thoughts and tried to be ignored as he sneaked past the hallway, but there were Liam and Zayn, just to his luck, in the kitchen watching him slyly. \

Liam motioned for Niall to enter the room with his index finger, "Don't be shy, you're safe." The two snickered as the younger boy approached the two slowly, as if they were going to reach out and choke him to his death. Wouldn't do them much good, Niall thought, as the whole purpose of being there was for them to force Niall to kill people, not kill him.

Niall noticed the boy sitting on the couch, a large knitted beanie covering his messy curly locks in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Niall flickered his eyes off Harry and onto the two boys smirking ahead of him. "Sleep well, slave?" Zayn spat, drawing Harry's attention to the conversation.

Harry watched as Niall flinched in fear and hurt, but most of all Harry noticed confliction drowned his sea blue eyes. "N-not really, thanks for asking." They both sent scowls Niall's way, leaving Harry with a small smile on his face. That would be a grand achievement for Niall, considering Harry hardly ever smiles.

Niall took a seat next to Harry, a considerable amount of space separating them. Coldness filled the air, and so much tension filled the room that you could nearly feel it. The four watched the telly, and much to Zayn's and Liam's liking, Harry's murder clip rolled onto the screen.

Harry's eyes widened, his life flashing before him. All this became too much for Harry to process single-handedly, furthermore explaining why his head was so deep in his sweats. "Proud of our little boy, 'eh Zayn?" Liam asked as Zayn entered the room, and almost instantly, Zayn's eyes flickered to the television.

He smirked, watching Harry as he sat in pure agony. "Definitely, Liam." The three smiled, while Niall's expression remained blank. For some odd reason, a small light bulb went off in his head, as he watched the footage play: he would have to do that, too. 

Niall sat in his room, the one he shared with Harry. The curly-haired boy was somewhere getting yelled at by the other boys, and Niall knew because he could hear faint noise followed by loud banging. Niall felt guilt remain inside of his heart as questions flooded his mind.

What were they doing to Harry?

When would they stop?

Were they going to do the same to him?

The last question was blaintly obvious, and Niall knew that as well, but refused to believe it, no matter how much evidence was brought to his mind. Yes, they would; eventually.

The door clicked, and body slumped against the door. Niall looked up, and saw the most horrifying thing to ever come in contact within sight. There was Harry, all bloodied and grotesque. Harry couldn't come to terms with what was happening, considering he was blacking out. Niall quickly noticed, and he leaped off the bed to come to his aid.

"What did they do to you?!" Niall asked, shaking Harry so he could at least respond. He did, and what he said surprised Niall. "T-they beat me up f-for not h-hurting y-you." He stuttered, opened his eyes one last time, before he completely faded out into a world of complete darkness. Niall's heart bursted into flames, and he wasn't sure why. The sensation took over his entire body, becoming emotionally unstable.

"Why d-didn't you hurt m-me?" Niall asked, shaking Harry. He repeated the question over and over, quickly becoming more of a plead. "Why d-don't you want t-to h-hurt me?" Niall whispered, wishing silently that he could see Harry's precious emerald eyes. He wasn't sure why of that, either.

Niall seemed to question things much more lately.

Niall dragged himself away from his repetitive thoughts, which never failed to confuse him, and shuffled through the small closet. "Finally," Niall murmured, clutching onto the box he had been searching past five minutes for. Niall's fingers cradled the wipes, as he plucked three of them out.

As he began to trail Harry's forehead, he began to notice how badly bruised the poor boy was. "Ouch." Niall said, noticing the small patch of blood on top of Harry's head underneath some of his curly locks. That's definitely repulsive, Niall thought to himself. Yet again, Niall was often reminded how peaceful Harry looked through the whole process of cleaning Harry up.

Once the boy clean and looked almost fine again, Niall picked him up bridal style. Much to his surprise, he was a lot lighter than he looked. They both lay down in the bed, Niall ignoring his own on the opposite side of the room.

Boredom was now enveloping Niall, so he found nothing better to do but stare at Harry. Every inch of him, actually. Niall never really bothered to take a good look at him anyways.  

It only occurred to him at that moment how gorgeous Harry really was. The way curly brown locks made his jaw-line so straight and defined. The only thing Niall couldn't see was Harry's eyes and that's what hurt him most.

"Beautiful, isn't he?" A voice said coming from the door and Niall's eyes flickered over in that direction. "Excuse m-me?" Niall asked, staring at none other than Louis. Did he just call Harry beautiful? Louis sighed, smiling slightly, "Yeah, he's so perfect. We only kidnap people like you and Harry."

Niall's heart pace quickened, eyes widening larger than ever before. Louis just called him beautiful, he thought. And it wasn't that it was Louis was someone that was supposed to hate them with a fiery passion, but it was the fact that Niall had never been called beautiful before.  

Unknown butterflies scattered into his stomach, making Niall feel bubbly yet anxious at the very same time. "It's not like I have a crush on him either... its just that ... he's quite the looker, you know?" Niall glanced at Harry, and he inhaled quite a bit of air. He now saw what Louis meant: Harry was definitely attractive.

However, Niall wasn't gay, so he saw nothing more. Harry was just a pretty face with a beautiful personality as well, nothing more, Niall thought repeatedly.

"Why did you guys beat Harry up?" Niall asked, his face firming up at the thought of the picture of Harry that was fresh in his mind. "Zayn and Liam said that if he didn't hurt you somehow, they would hurt him instead. Harry refused, and we did hurt him."

Niall nodded, but he still didn't have the answer to another question remaining longingly in the back of his mind: Why didn't Harry want to hurt him?

Surely, Niall thought, it was because the boy was much too nice for all that pain.

Harry's side however, told a much different story.

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Okay, that wall all right, I guess. WHAT IS HARRY'S STORY? You might want to figure it out ;) NO THIS IS NOT LARRY. DO NOT THINK THIS IS LARRY BECAUSE ITS NOT. PLEASE NOOOO LARRY IN THIS STORY. STRICTLY NARRY. Buh-byeee .xx ~Kitty