The Takeover {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 3

"So, how long have you known us, Louis?" Zayn asked.

I looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Uh.. Since we were around four or five?" It came out like a quetion. Where is he going with this?

"And you did not think it would be apt to tell us that your boss has been sexually exploiting you since months? Why Lou? Do you not trust us?" His eyes were brimming with tears.

"I don't know Zayn. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that if I trust anyone, it is you guys. But these past few months, I haven't been myself. What with the death of my family and all, it was all overwhelminng and too much to take. I wouldn't have told you guys today either, but yesterday, I made a promise to myself that I will fight against what was happening and try to be my old self. But today I realised that I can't do that without you three by my side. You all are my pillars. But I don't know what to do. There is no loophole in the contract."

"Well Louis, my experience in the law college says that every contract has a loophole and this one will have, too." Liam stated.

"But how can we find a loophole? I don't have a copy of the contract and the original one is in Presco's office."

"Do you know  exactly where it is?"

"Yes."

"Well then, let's see if he is still unconscious or not."

We were sitting in the car, still where I had called Liam and asked him to come and get me. I was telling the boys about everything that was going on for these five months. Liam was driving with Zayn in the passenger seat. I was with Niall in the backseat.

I looked over at Niall. He hadn't spoken anything since I finished telling them about everything. He had tears in his eyes. I pulled him closer to me and he started sobbing.

Niall was well built and could take down practically anyone, if it came to fighting one on one. But on the inside, he was always the soft and innocent person. He worked on extremes. If he cared for someone, he would do anything in his power to prevent the person he cares for, from getting hurt. And if he hated someone, he hated them with a passion. He didn't know anything that fell between these two emotions. If he ever reacted in a way different than these, it was only because it was food - related.

Right now one would expect me to be crying and Niall to be the one to comfort me. But Niall COULD NOT bear the thought of someone hurting anyone close to him. He was crying because he thought it was his fault that he did not save me. He was feeling guilty. But I also knew that as soon as we reached Riveria, I would have to keep him under control so that he didn't go and kill Presco.

When we reached Presco, I told the guys to stop at the entrance, so that I could check if Presco was conscious or not. When I went in, I saw Presco lying on the ground, still unconscious. I signalled them over.

"Zayn, do you have any medicine to keep Presco unconscious till we are done here?" Liam asked.

"No, Liam. I don't think so."

"Here. I always keep some with me in case someone is in pain and needs to be taken to hospital immediately. To knock 'em out y'know?" Niall said.

Zayn and Niall had both gotten their Medical Degree and were practitioners.

"Great, give him a dose, Ni." Li said.

"Li, I think Zayn should give the dose. We shouldn't let Niall near him."

Liam gave me a confused look and I nodded towards Niall, who was glaring murderously at Presco. I looked at Zayn and he nodded understandingly. He went over ans gave a dose to Presco.

"Here, now he will not wake up for another two hours and a half."

"Okay, now Louis, lead us to his office so we can complete the task at hand."

I led them to his office and took out the contract from the cupboard. The keys were in his pockets and I took them.

Liam took the contract out of my hands and started to read it. After half an hour, he was done reading the contract.

"So, did you find something?" I asked, desperate to get out of my situation.

"Well, it seems that you are lucky, because nowhere does it state that you cannot complain to higher authorities."

"But I don't understand. It is written that I agree to do everything, personal or professional."

"Yes, but nowhere is it stated that if you are getting sexually exploited, you cannot complain to the new body that is formed to protect Gay rights and save them from exploitation."

"But, I have signed the contract."

"Sexual relationship is not specified,--"

"But it comes under personal."

"Listen to me! The Gay Rights Assossiation states that if sexual relation is to be formed, it needs to be stated specifically, and since it is not here, it is assumed that you were not aware of it before the signing of the contract. So now we need to contact them."

"Are you sure this will work?"

"Well, it is worth the try, don't you think?"

"Yeah."

"Well, let me photocopy it so that Presco doesn't know that something is cooking. It might ruin our chances."

He quickly photocopied the contract and I kept it back in its place. We started to leave. On my way out, I checked if Presco was still unconscious. When I was sure that he was, I put the keys back in his pocket, and we drove to my place.

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The boys all decided to stay at my place, since I was pretty shaken up and so that we could rebond, seeing that I was practically in a trance for the past months.

It was late at night, and we were watching a movie, which I don't remember at all. But I  had a lot of fun and laughed a lot, something which I had almost forgotten I could do, in the past few months. But as I looked back, I realised that it was a black phase of my life, like everyone has one, and I was ready to come out of it. And I knew that I could not do this without these three people standing by my side.

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A/N: I have just made up the Gay Rights Association. Please don't take it seriously. I don't know if there is one or not. So please, it is just fictitious and for the story only.

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