Don't Let Me Go [1D AU Fanfiction]

Chapter 11: Mysterious Harry

Third Person POV:

"Boy?" Someone shock him forcefully. "Do you hear me?"

Harry had been having massive headaches since that night. Some of his father's workers would come to see if he was alright. They wouldn't check him if he was; They wouldn't even ask if he was hungry or needed water, they would take him by the shoulders and shake him, asking 'Do you hear me?', and Harry would be required to say a simple 'Yes' or 'No', no questions would be asked. One of the workers would bring Harry food and water once a day, twice if he was lucky.

"Yes." Harry whispered.

"Good." The man said. "We can't have you  die on us, can we know?" The man chuckled, tossing a tray on the floor and a bottle of water.

Harry glanced at the man as the he was walking away. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a The Beatles T-Shirt, and a American Flag bandana wrapped around his balding head. Harry had so many thoughts racing through his head making him want to breakdown all over again. He wasn't able to cry anymore, it was like he dried all his tears away.

How was his mum? Gemma and Marcel?

How did Louis and Niall react?

What if no one even knew he was gone? Would people even care?

What about...Lily?

As Harry was leaning on the side of the small room's wall, he slowly slide down, wrapping his legs, and pulling himself into a ball. He knew he had to make a plan. A plan on how to get out of here; Alive.

No more feeling sorry for yourself. Harry thought to himself as he sat up, opening his bottle of water and taking a little sip. Who knows what dad, that damned monster wants you for. To bribe mom with something, or just to see you crumble and fall? Harry gulped. Perhaps his business? Harry shook his head. No. He knows I wouldn't join his side no matter what, after all he has done with the law, let alone his own family.

Harry stood up and walked to the door and looked at the knob. Stupid idea to see if the doors is unlocked, but at anything, it's worth a shot. He jiggled the door knob and it was indeed locked. Alright the only escape this room seems to have is the door since there's no windows... Harry think... Harry looked up at the ceiling and there was an air vent, but far to small for him to fit in. He scanned the room, and saw a small scrap of the grey wallpaper ripped off from the wall. He walked over to it and knocked the wall with his hand lightly, making sure no one heard him.

Wait a second... Harry ripped a little bit of the wallpaper off. There's medal behind here! What if-

Harry's heart stopped when he heard someone slipping a key in 'his' door. Harry switched off the light and jumped in the brass bed, acting as if he was sleeping. He slightly opened and squinted his eyes and saw the man from earlier pick off the food tray off the ground.

"Little bugger didn't even eat his food." The man grunted, then looked at the food with a disgusted face. "Wouldn't blame him either." As the man walked out of the room, he gave Harry one last glance before shutting and locking the door.

Just what did I discover behind that wallpaper? An escape plan?