Stockholm Syndrome // Larry c.s

fourteen

Louis stared at harry with wide eyes. Blood dripping from the mans shoulder as he screamed in agonizing pain. "What the fuck, Louis!"

"I- i didnt mean to." He was dropping the gun. But then he was laughing at the man who only clutched his shoulder to ease the bleeding. "No, im kidding." He giggled and harry looked at him like he was mad, and maybe at that point in time he was. But then harry was thinking maybe it was his fault and he had been the one to push him to the brink of insanity. "I did mean to." He put his foot on the gun and kicked it backwards, it clanked against the door and harry winced.

"Louis this isnt you." Louis seemingly got closer. Grabbing harry by his biceps and carrying him only by that. When had he gotten so strong? Harry thought. He was kicking the chair out of its place from under the desk and throwing harry down on it making him groan as the pain went straight to his shoulder.

"You have two options." He said his face mere inches from harrys face, he could smell coffee on his breath. Louis' hands landed theirselves on either side of him on the arm rests of the chair making harry jump at how hard he'd done it. "You can Apologize for every single thing you did to me or you can stay here and rot and ill watch."

"Youre fucking mental! You should be put in a fucking mental hospital" Harry tried to say angrily, but it only came out as strangled cry. Louis smirked.

"That is where i came from, isn't it?" Harry froze.

"What?" He was in disbelief. Was he really dealing with a nutcase?

"Oh you dont know?" He stood straight, smirking. "When i woke up in the hospital after my well deserved beating." Louis was putting his hands up making air quotations, "I had yelled and tried to leave. I wanted your death on my head and hands so bad id plot it. Id cut my wrists and draw it with my fingers." Harry didnt know if he was disturbed or sad, but he'd hoped it was more the former.

"And then?" Harry dared to say.

"They came for me , these two big men in blue scrubs and they put me in a straight jacket. It took me. ." Louis tapped his lip in mock thought. "Three minutes to get out of it. But of course i was tranquilized and i woke up in a white room."

"D-did they let you leave?"

"Nope." He said popping the p. "I had to come find you harry." He said caressing his face and harry willed himself not to flinch at the touch of the one he loved. "I stared at you from afar. In the shadows. You thought you could just beat me and leave sweetie?" He laughed and harry was starting to feel light headed. "I knew where you were , every second every minute, every hour. I also know you kissed liam. What a drunken fool he is. He didnt know what hit him the next day. Poor boy had a broken arm." Harrys eyes went wide at the memory, liam didnt even know how he himself had managed to break his arm he was piss drunk.

"Did you do it because you were in love with me?" Louis scoffed.

"I believed you liked him." I did. Harry thought, but he never came close to you. He finished. "And so i thought it was the best way to get to you, but when you didnt even bring it up the next day and it went back to normal i dropped it and proceeded my plotting. Theyre looking for me you know. They have been for four years. I was only there two months had washed their white rooms red with the blood of their nurses."

"You- you killed someone?"

"Oh don't give me that shitfilled look. You almost killed me." Louis looked at harrys shoulder and noticed his face get paler. "You have about twenty minutes before you die by bleeding to death." He hummed and harry blinked slowly his mind fuzzy. "Well then i guess ill leave you to it then. To die i mean since you seem to not want to apologize." He backed up from harry and started his way towards the door. His hand on the knob and as he was about to turn it harry fell foward collapsing on the floor.