Lost

Eighteen

Louis;

"LOUIS, DUCK!!!" Harry screams.

I see an object in my peripheral flying towards me and I drop to the floor.

The knife flies over me and the hilt hits the glass door, shattering it.

Suddenly I see Leyton come barreling at me and I roll to the side, simultaneously jumping to my feet to face him, gun raised. He comes to a stop and freezes, seeing the weapon aimed at him. Slowly, he raises his hands in front of him in surrender, but a sinister grin spreads across his face.

"Look at that," he coos creepily, "Harry's little boyfriend come to the rescue."

I shift a little in discomfort as I glance towards Harry, the gun still pointed straight at Leyton's chest. He's standing between me and Harry, and it's making me extremely nervous. I flick my gaze back to Leyton as I reply to his previous statement.

"Did you really think I'd let you take him from me?" I say, my eyes narrowing to slits.

He laughs.

"Of course not. So what, have you got the whole place surrounded then? Did you bring all of your little buddies along?"

I smirk. My plan is working so far.

"Actually, no. It's just me this time. I can't kill you if they're here, that wouldn't go over too well." I lie.

"Just you?" Leyton drawls, his gaze flicking to the side.

I follow his movements with my gun, not letting my guard down for even a second.

Behind him I can see Harry, frozen in place, eyes wide and breathing harshly. I can see him shivering from here. Even with my jacket on, he must be freezing. The cold air from outside is still blowing onto the bare skin of his legs.

"Yeah, just me." I say.

Leyton stands only about six feet in front of Harry and I know I have to get him to move somehow. If I shoot at Leyton now there's a possibility that I could miss, and the bullet would hit Harry instead.

Suddenly Leyton flashes his arm to the side, managing to fling a vase from off the counter at my head. I dodge the vase , but I know it wasn't meant to actually hurt me.

It was meant to distract me.

When I look back up, Leyton's got Harry standing in front of him, his forearm pressing into Harry's neck. Harry claws at Leyton's arm as his face starts to get red from the lack of air.

"Let him go, you filthy piece of shit!" I growl.

Leyton chuckles darkly, letting up on Harry's neck and finally allowing him to breathe.

"I don't think I can do that," he says smirking, "you see, if I do, you'll shoot me..and besides..Harry is much too fun to play with."

Leyton pulls my jacket off of Harry's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I'm horrified and enraged at what he does next.

He slides his grubby, disgusting hand down Harry's chest and over his stomach, causing the boy to whimper.

He stops just before the waistband of Harry's boxers and latches his slimy lips to Harry's neck.

Then he plunges his hand into Harry's boxers, grabbing him harshly.

Harry cries out in pain, tears streaming down his face as Leyton laughs.

"GET YOUR FUCKING FILTHY HANDS OFF HIM!" I yell, shaking with rage.

"No can do Louis. Sorry but Curly here is mine. I found him first, finder's keepers!" he says in the most disturbing way you could imagine.

He moves his hand in Harry's boxers, causing him to cry out again. Harry claws desperately at Leyton's arm, which still holds him firmly in place. His tear filled eyes lock onto mine and I can feel my heart shattering to pieces at the pain and fear I see in them.

I growl in frustration, not knowing what to do. This earns a laugh from Leyton.

"Betcha wish you would've just shot me in the first place now, huh?"

I get an idea then.

Why didn't I think of that sooner?

I swing my arm up and point my gun at the ceiling, pulling the trigger. The gunshot rings out loud, both Leyton and Harry jumping at the noise. Leyton takes his hand out of Harry's boxers and eyes me suspiciously as I bring the gun back to point at him.

"What did you do that for, boy?" he asks, his tone questioning. I note the way his voice shakes the tiniest bit. It's almost imperceptible, but not to my ears.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough." I say grinning, no doubt adding to his obvious discomfort.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he says, growing frustrated at how relaxed I've become.

His grip on the situation is slipping, and he hates it. He still has the upper hand because he has Harry, but he doesn't know it. He thinks I've got it because I seem so calm.

The funny thing is, I'm really not.

I'm scared out of my fucking mind.

Harry's so small compared to Leyton, and I know that Leyton could easily kill him if he wanted to.

Just a little too much pressure on Harry's neck could suffocate him.

I see movement from outside in my peripheral, and I know I just have to distract Leyton for a few minutes longer.

"How does it feel?" I ask.

"What?"

I chuckle darkly.

"I said, how does it feel, to not be in control? To not know what will happen next?"

Leyton glares at me, letting out a frustrated growl.

"You don't like it do you?"

"SHUT UP!" Leyton screams, pressing his arm against Harry's neck.

Harry's eyes water, his face turning red as he claws desperately at the arm cutting off his oxygen supply.

Just when I think Harry might pass out, Leyton eases up. Harry's legs give out and he sags against Leyton. He sucks in mouthfuls of air greedily, sputtering and coughing painfully.

I'm relieved when I see Zayn round the corner of the hallway and start to sneak up from behind Leyton. I see Liam come into the hallway to my left and I assume Niall must be around somewhere. Maybe he's calling in more backup, or an ambulence.

" I still have the upper hand here, boy, don't test me." Leyton says a little hysterically.

My eyes flick towards Zayn again, seeing he's only about three feet behind Leyton.

"Oh yeah?" I say, "You sure about that?"

Zayn jumps on Leyton then, the two of them tumbling to the floor. Zayn comes out on top and starts punching Leyton's face. Harry gets thrown to the side and cries out when his head hits the counter, hard.

I rush towards him, lifting him up into my arms and running into the living room. I lay him down on the couch and hold his face in my hands, looking into his eyes.

"Stay here and don't move until I come get you, ok?"

He nods sluggishly, his eyelids getting heavy. I know he might have a concussion, so he probably shouldn't sleep, but I can't focus on that right now. I run back into the kitchen to help Zayn and Liam.

Leyton can't get away.

Not this time.