Captured (Larry Stylinson)(Student/Teacher)✔️

I Can't Take It

Hey monkey face! I'm doing a double update because I can and I want too. Plus I suck at suspense and I always just want to give the answer right away... Which is why I'm doing this chapter right now. So I hope you enjoy, wildcat monkey face!

My lip trembled as I stared at the thousands-possibly millions- of dollars beneath me. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. "Harry, I can't take this." I repeated in a shallow breath. Everything is my body was telling me to take the money, but I knew that wouldn't work.

"Yes you can Lou. You need it. You deserve at least an apartment that doesn't have blood and bullet holes on the walls. You deserve something nice."

"I still can't take your money, Harry. It's too much." Harry sighed and pushed the box closer to me. I ached to grab ahold of all that money but I stayed solid. No way on earth am I taking his money.

"No it's not Louis. I have plenty more where that came from. My mother is a doctor and my step-dad is a banker. Plus my sister and I help each other out. That's why I live in a mansion! And don't forget I help my dad out every summer!" I kept quiet, thinking. Maybe I could move in with him? He said I deserved something nice, and his house is nice.

"Why don't I move in with you!" I blurted. He studied my face, looking to see if I was being honest or if I was just saying stuff.

"Louis..." He said softly. I puffed out my bottom lip, pouting. "You know we can't do that! I'm a teacher, your a student!"

"I'm 17, Harry! I'll be turning 18 in a couple months. There's no big deal! I'll be legal soon!"

"Yeah, but I could go to jail for having sex with a student that underage. They're gonna find out somehow."

"How Harry? No one except the guys no about us. And my nurse, but she's really cool."

"And Niall, Louis." Harry muttered, fiddling with his thumbs. I shook my head.

"N-no... No, he can't know! We kept it from him! Is-is that why he tried to kill me?! Oh my god, Harry! He's going to tell everyone! You're gonna go to jail! Harry, you can't go to jail because of me-" my heart rate picked up as my hands began to shake against my will. Harry gave me a worried look. "Oh my god! This is all my fault! Your going to get raped and die in prison bee cause of m-me!" I felt my jaw began to tremble, leaving me in a stuttering mess.

Shock ran over my body and it felt like someone was strangling me. I gasped but no air came in, I tried reaching for Harry but he seemed to have vanished. Needles. They came next, pinching and picking into me every chance they got. I dropped to my knees, gasping and gagging as I felt my life being taken away from me. Harry was still gone. He left me.

I clawed at my scarred skin, aching to get out of this misery. The tingling feeling returned, racing around my skin, mocking me. I dug deeper, trying harder and harder to get it away. The first drop of blood appeared, then more and more. But the scratchy feeling was still there. I clawed deeper, not feeling the pain. No relief. I tried sucking in a breath, but it seemed like the hands were suffocating me again.

"LOUIS! Wake up, please!" My eyes shot open as my breathing increased. Where was I? What just happened? "Louis! My god, you scared the shit outta me!" Arms wrapped around me, forcing me into a hug. My skin still crawled and I quickly scratched at it, but it only made the feeling worse. "Louis? Hey, don't touch your arms." I ignored Harry, rubbing and digging into my skin. There wasn't any more blood and that made me angry.

I deserved this. I need to be free and this is the only way. My skin finally broke, ripping into parts as blood seeped through my nails. "Louis! Oh my, stop!" Harry grabbed my hands, holding them tightly in his. I blinked- once, twice, three times. But it stayed black. Everything was dark. "Hey, babe? Louis I need you to look at me-"