What If.. Larry (Vampire + BoyxBoy )

Chapter Twenty Five (2/2)

Sorry for the late update but I had a big writers block and uni started, and they're not going easy on us this semester. Anyways, enjoy the last chapter of this story and read the a/n at the end to know the sequel name. 😁

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Harry woke up when someone picked him up. He tried to jump in fear but the hand around his waist and holding his knee tightened their grip. He whimpered at the tightness and the sudden reminder of the cramps. He wanted to open his eyes so badly but all he kept feeling is how badly he wanted to sleep, and it seemed that his eye lids agreed.

  He turned his face and was met with soft clothes rubbing against his cheeks and nose. He breathed deeply and got nothing but the smell of new clothes. He was seated on a leather seat, he heard the sound of a car roar to life, he also heard someone talking but by then his brain was already shutting down again.

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  When Harry came to, he was in a different place. He was laying on a something more comfortable and his body was covered. He tried to open his eyes, and thankfully, they cooperated.

  The first thing his eyes landed on was a bare cement ceiling with two light bulbs hanging from two opposite sides, they looked in good condition compared to how badly the ceiling was decaying. He rubbed at his eyes when they started to blur at the edges, blinked them closed for a few times. Once he was sure the blurriness wont come back, he slowly tried to sit up.

  He looked down and saw that he was in an old room, the room was so old one of the walls was overgrown with weed. Dry leaves scattered around the shabby mattress he was laying in, they shined different shades of orange and yellow. Harry quickly looked at the wall behind him, wanting to know if there was a door, and he wasn't surprised when he saw that there was a door.

  He moved him self to get his legs on the floor while he was still sitting on the mattress, he clutched his stomach and tried to get up with the help of his hand. He managed to drag himself forward he stopped to take a few breath's and, this time, used his legs to get him up. He counted down from five to one and pushed himself as best as he could to get up off the mattress. It hurt, badly, but he managed to shakily stand on his feet.

  He leaned on the wall by his mattress and tried to regulate his breathing. He closed his eyes and started for the wooden door. Once he was close to it, a fleeting thought crossed his mind, why wasn't he tied or anything? What if the door was locked?

He quickly brushed that thought off and hesitated a bit before stretching his arm to the door handle. He wasn't surprised when the door handle didn't open the door, he sighed and stepped back to the mattress on the floor. He dropped himself on it with a groan, his mind kept thinking that he needs to get out of here but there's no way out, and he doesn't know where he is.

He held his breath as he heard movement outside the door. He stared at the door in anticipation and fear as someone started unlocking it. Harry slowly sat up, still clutching his stomach, waiting for whoever on the other side to unlock the third lock.

  He heard the lock twist and click, there was a pause then the door was slowly opened.

  "Oh, I thought you'd be asleep. Good to see that you're up and ready," Antony said in a cheerful tone.

  Harry looked at him with a confused look. "W-" he started then cleared his throat. "Where am I? What's going on?" Harry asked.

  Antony grinned, "well, let's see, I'm luring dear Louis in here to 'save you'," he did bunny ears when he said to save you. "Once he gets in, he's going to be ambushed. And we get rid of you." Antony said as he looked at his nails.