I held his shoulders gently, "Look at me love."
He slowly looked up at me and he looked so gorgeous even when his nose was fully pink and his green eyes were brimming with tears, "Please don't hurt me." He whispered so gently,as his lips quivered.
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Harry felt like air was cut out of his lungs, he tried to fight back by violently moving his limbs that were tied up to the chair, his skin burnt under the rough jute rope, but he had to get to Louis. Louis made no efforts to get to the boy, he just lay there on the floor, unconscious, and in a pool of the blood he puked. Tears were streaming down Harry's eyes; the boy would never be able to forgive himself if anything would happen to Louis. Helpless, he cried. Like a small child he cried and kept on calling his masters name, his only masters name.
Louis! Louis! Louis!
Was the only word that kept on playing in his mind. All his life Harry had been punished for misbehaving but this punishment was one of the worst amongst them all. He was made to sit on the chair and watch the man he loved, lifelessly laying on the floor from all the suffering.
With his head hung low, the tears never stopped flowing. There was pain, so much pain.
"Harry!" someone called out his name afar, there was cursing and commotion around him, nobody was abusing him anymore. But Harry didn't care to look up.
Hank kept on screaming and the familiar voice got close by.
"Harry? Oh my gosh! Are you all right?"
A pair of warm hands forced Harry to look up. It was Liam. A fresh set of tears formed in the boy's eyes. Liam being there was certainly absurd but little did Harry care.
The boy tried to speak but his voice didn't come out. He stuttered, "L-Louis. L-lo-Louis in trouble." He breathed heavily trying to catch a breath from all the crying, "S-save him Liam." He croaked.
Liam was very panicked too; Zayn had a lot of explaining to do. All Liam had done was follow Zayn's orders and arrive at this place.
Liam could not bear seeing the boy in the condition he was; he hugged Harry to his chest.
Liam realized Harry was mumbling something. When he looked at the boy he saw that Harry was still struggling with the ropes that were tied around his hands and legs.
For a second Liam felt silly, he quickly went behind the chair and started to undo the ropes, once Harry's hands were free he started helping his own self and undid the rope, which had immobilized him. Unbothered to stay under Liam's protection, hank was probably going to stab him with a knife. When the boy managed to limp and take a few steps he realized that Louis wasn't lying on the floor anymore. Where was Louis?
Looking around the place now filled with men in blue uniforms.
How did the police get here?
Now the boy felt helpless, there was an uncontrollable burn in his chest. He couldn't bear not seeing Louis anymore. The fragile little boy was going to burst into tears; he blamed it all on himself. Feeling a heavy weight on his shoulder. Harry had been left alone many times before but this time he felt truly lost, implicitly hopeless.
