Dark (A Louis Tomlinson story.)

Chapter 45- I Need You

Harry's POV

I slowly blinked my eyes open, my vision slowly returning to normal. I didn't know where I was. My head was pounding. My hands were tied with rope. My feet were tied with rope. I was tied to a chair. Where the hell am I?

"Hello?" I called. I waited a moment for a reply but the only response I got was the sound of my own voice bouncing off the empty walls of the room. "Is anybody here?" I called again but I still only got the sound of my own voice.

I started to wonder if I was alone. If I was alone how was I going to get out of here? Who even took me? I had no clue what had happened or what is happening. I tried to remember how I got here but I couldn't remember anything. I tried pulling my hands out of the rope causing the rope to dig into my wrists. It hurt like hell but I needed to get out of here and figure out what is going on. I clenched my teeth in pain as I continued to struggle against the rope. I suddenly felt a warm liquid start to slowly drip down my hand. It dripped down my thumb first but it then began to drip down my other fingers before it hit the floor. It took a while but I finally could look behind me to see a small puddle of crimson liquid underneath my hands, the rope had cut my wrists. I clenched my teeth together even more as I struggled to get the rope off of my now bleeding wrists. I felt like I was in a horror movie, one of those ones where the main character is kidnapped and just as he is about to die his friends show up and save him. The only thing was, this wasn't a horror movie, it was real life.

I finally got one of my wrists out and it was easy for my other wrist to slip out at that point. I looked down at my hands which were now covered with blood from my wrists. I quickly began untying my feet but before I could untie them the door to the room slammed open and my head shot up. There in the doorway stood Louis Tomlinson who was holding a bottle of beer in his hand.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls and hurting my ears.

I stayed quiet and just sat there staring at him with no expression, no emotion. He made his way towards me, holding the bottle of beer by the neck. He bent down so his face was right in front of mine. He opened his lips as he was about to say something but before he could I punched him right in the face causing him to stumble backwards. I took that time to quickly untie my legs and the rope around my torso. I stood up but I was soon on the ground, he had punched me in the face. My nose was now bleeding as I stood up to look at him. I went to punch him again but he grabbed my wrist causing me to wince before he threw me at the wall. I slammed into the wall leaving two bloody handprints on the white wall. I slid down the wall suddenly feeling very weak and tired. Louis grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. I just stared at him as he punched me in the gut causing me to fall back down. I was in a tremendous amount of pain and I could barely breathe, I was gasping for breath. He grabbed me by the neck of the shirt and picked me up and held me so my face was inches from his.

"I should kill you right now you bastard but I'm not going to, you know why?" He asked, his breath reeked of alchol. "I am not going to kill you because I need you to get Amanda back."

"Amanda." I mumbled. My voice was quiet and raspy, I was surprised I could even speak.

"That's right, my girlfriend, not your girlfriend, not Niall's girlfriend, my girlfriend." He growled.

"She... she doesn't like you." I mumbled trying to speak which was really hard.

He suddenly punched me straight in the face causing me to land on the ground.

"She hates you." I mumbled.

He kicked me a few times and yelled at me to stop saying that.

"You scare her." I mumbled.

I got ready for another punch or another kick but it never came. I heard a body fall to the floor followed by soft crying. I looked next to me and what I saw surprised me. Louis was sitting on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest and his face covering his head.

"I don't want her to be scared of me. I just need her. I love her. I can't live without her. She is my everything. I can't stand to see her with anybody else." Louis cried into his hands as I lay bruised and bloody on the floor.