Snow Angel; L.S.

12/11

Louis' POV

Cutting all the bs, my hope was running low. I hadn't heard from Harry in what felt like weeks now.

I definitely felt more dead than I ever have in my 4 years of being down here.

As I was sitting in the bed an idea sparked in my head. Mind you, a very very stupid idea.

I looked around my room for anything bulky that could potentially break a window or knock someone out. After searching I had come up with three options.

Try to take apart my metal bed frame, take apart the pipe under the sink, or use the lamp. I decided to use the sink pipe, but first I have to figure out how to take it apart.

After hours of fiddling and kicking at the dumb pipe it finally broke off. There was a glaze of sweat on my forehead and a few nicks in my hand. Nothing I couldn't handle.

I waited for Dan to come. He was supposed to feed me today but he probably forgot. Not that feeding me was a top priority or anything.

Eventually I slipped in bed with the pipe close to my side and dozed off.

I was awoken to the sound of the basement door swinging open and grunts being heard. I sat up sharply and looked at the time. It was 5:06 am..

Dan came stumbling down the stairs and up to my bed where he grabbed my shoulders. I could smell the stench of alcohol on him and tried to push him away.

"Get off! What are you doing?" I yelled as I kicked him off and batted his hands away. He had an ugly smile on his face as he tried to grab me.

"Forgot to feed you brat. I got your dinner!" He laughed sickly. Except he didn't have any food with him. I soon realized what he meant when he vomited all over my covers and onto his shirt. It dribbled down his chin and he started to cough, flinging specks of it onto my face. I wiped off disgustedly.

Using all the force I had in my body I pushed him away then grabbed the pipe from the floor next to my bed and swung it at his drunken head. He wobbled then fell, hitting his head onto my nightstand. I breathed heavily with wide eyes and shuffled to get on my shoes. I slipped on the TOMS I had and threw on a pair of dirty joggers on my floor.

By that time Dan was grunting and slowly sitting up from his place on the floor.

"Shit shit shit!" I whispered as the tears started to blur my vision. I scampered passed him since he was in the way of the stairs but he quickly caught my ankle making me trip and bang into the stairs. I started to hyperventilate as I felt my knee throbbing really bad.

To the best of my ability I turned around and kicked Dan in the face with as much force as I could. I felt the jolt soar up my leg and make my hurt knee feel as if it was on fire.

"Ahh!" My breathing accelerated as I stood up and weakly dragged myself up the stairs. Once I got to the top I looked back to see Dan standing up and wobbling a little. He recovered quickly and started up the stairs too. I slammed the door and fast walked through the kitchen to the back door. I didn't bother to lock the basement door because my hands were too shaky and Dan was quicker than me.

I opened the back door and stumbled down the stairs to the back. I walked around the house near where my window is and started hobbling as quick as I could towards Harry's house.

"Harry! Harry?!" I screamed as loud as I could. I saw lights turn on in the upstairs of his house. Even though I felt like crap, my knee was probably swollen, and I was limping, a weak smile still graced my face for a moment. I heard my back door slam and I turned back to see Dan with a murderous look.

"Boy you better march your sorry ass back into the house now!" He started walking around the house toward me when I gave him the middle finger and started running to Harry's front door.

My knee could kill me right now and Dan could've too, but I'd rather have a messed up knee and be safe in someone's arms than to ever go back with Dan.

As I was going up the stairs to the door Harry opened it and worry was traced all over his face.

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Harry's POV

"Harry! Harry!?" I shot up in my bed from that haunting noise. I jumped up and turned on my light.

That was way too real to be a dream. It sounded like someone was in need of help. The only thought that crossed my mind was Louis. I raced downstairs and threw on my hoodie that was on the hook by the door before throwing it open. Louis was climbing painfully slow up my stairs and I looked at him in worry. He looked terrible and there was a bit of blood coming from his nose.

"Louis?"

"Harry come help me quick! Dan is coming!"

Dan...Dan. Fuck.