It was winter, the cold was unbearable.
You should take Louis' word for it. He never was allowed to leave unless his step dad threw him out in the snow without anything protecting him.
Left him out for hours then dragged him back in and threw him do...
A/N I'm sorry it's been a little since I've updated..my grandmother got really sick and she passed away last night so i'm doing the best I can. I absolutely love writing though and it gets my mind off of things so I hope you guys like this one! -
Harry's POV
It was currently Saturday. Gemma and my mother had gone shopping, so, I was left at home eyeing Mr. Tomlinson's house. Okay, I know it sounded creepy, I get it.
But I just couldn't shake the voice and flash of movement from my mind. Someone had to be down there beneath the floors of the house, and if Gemma wasn't gonna help me I was going to see for myself!
I had baked brownies the night before so I had an excuse to go inside Mr. Tomlinson's house. I grabbed the small pan and headed on over to the front door. Dan answered as soon as I knocked and flashed me a smile that I would- as of now- consider sketchy. "Hello Harry! What brings you over?"
I shuddered..even his voice sounds fake. "Hello Mr. Tomlinson! I made a batch of brownies yesterday and couldn't eat them myself. I was hoping you'd like some?" I asked politely; he smiled and motioned towards the kitchen.
"Of course! Why don't you drop it here in the kitchen?" I followed him and set it on the countertop.
Louis' POV
He's upstairs. Dear god angel boy is upstairs. He..is upstairs... IN MY HOUSE..
I have to get up there. I have to do something! I thought of the most genius plan. This has to work...
*next day*
Harry's POV
It was Sunday now and I had gone outside to shovel snow when I saw it.
It was really small and barely noticeable but somehow I saw it. Down on the dirty basement window there were words drawn in the dust. Whoever had written them had definitely intended for me to see them.
Come in @ 12, g o n e for church. Back door o p e n.
I dashed into my house to where my phone was charging to check the time.
11:53...7 minutes.
6 minutes..
5 minutes...
Dan is pulling out the driveway
4 minutes..
3 minutes..
he has just left the driveway and is turning left
2 minutes..
1 minute.
Time to go, baby.
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