The Killer Couple Book 1 //L.s au

wrath

A/N: Chapter three! That beautfully, wonderful new cover was created by the just as equally beautful and wonderful @forevercourageous! Isn't she lovely?! So AGAIN this is dedicated to her! (Go read her books!) P.S: Updating this faster because she just made me happy with that cover!

Warning: Violence (Well not the type you're thinking), a bunch of cursing.

# wrath

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Louis didn't go down to the basement for a total of two weeks. He didn't feed Niall, didn't ask about him, and didn't let Harry talk about him. If Harry wanted to play house with a grown man, then he would let him, but he was not doing anything with that bloke in his basement. He wanted Niall gone more than he wanted to see his beautiful mother and tiny sisters again. Louis' temper finallly popped one night after a tiring day at his day job. He was sleepy and hungry, so Harry fed and sent him to bed. But sadly he didn't get to sleep long.

There were banging noises going on underneath Louis' head. Well, maybe not exactly, but it sounded like it was right in his ear and he was very terribly pissed. This was entirely Harry's fault. They weren't kidnappers, they were muderers. This was ridiculous. Louis groaned and brought his hand up, before slapping it back down on his lover's bare back. "Wake the fuck up." The sentence itself was hostile, but it was said in the softest way. Almost like he was waking Harry up with breakfast in bed. Harry let out a tiny yelp, before flinging his head up off of the bed, hair going wild over his face, before he finally settled himself and looked over at his beautiful boyfriend.

"Yes, love?" Harry was always so love struck. "Go shut the little bastard up before I do it." Louis hissed, before turning his back to Harry, who huffed and lifted the rest of his body off the bed with a squeak. "Okay, okay. Just go back to sleep-"

"No, shit."

"I love you."

"Just shut him up."

Harry sighed with a smile, before unlocking their bedroom door-Louis insisted on dead bolt locks on the inside- and walked out toward their basement. As he got closer to the jet black door, he could hear the banging and the low whimpers. Harry could already tell, this bloke was going to make a quick enemy with Louis. Harry typed in the passcode, making the doors let out three low beeps. As Harry made his way down the steps he noticed the noise had died down to nothing but little whimpers and hiccups. "Oi, will you be so kind as to be fucking quiet?" Harry switched the lights on in the pitch black room to see the blonde tilted over in his chair, arms still by his side and face on the cement floor. Harry couldn't help but let out a low chuckle that soon turned into high pitched squeals (he's not proud of his laugh). "What happened?" Harry managed to speak but only a bit.

The blonde started to moan and wiggle around, " 'elp me." Harry didn't help him right then, instead he stood and watched the blonde wiggle and grunt lowly. Finally after a few more pleads he bent down and lifted the chair that Niall was on. "You're being too loud," Harry huffed after finally getting the chair on all fours. Niall whimpered and look down. "I don't care. I want to leave." Harry only nodded and walked around a bit. "You can't. So if you plan to stay alive longer than two weeks I suggest you not make so much noise in the morning. Lou isn't a real morning person."

Niall huffed, "how the fuck should I know it's morning!" Niall began to yell, he wasn't sure why but he was mad and if this Harry and Louis were the reason he was stuck in the weird medical basement and tied to a chair, they should be miserable too. "You and that fucker are pshyco! Get me out of here!" Niall began moving around in his chair, making the chair's legs screech and hit the floor. "Let me out! Let me out! Let me-"