Just Need Your Help *Larry Stylinson AU*

Chapter 31

A/N This chapter made my heart hurt. 

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Chapter 31- 

For the past week, I have been on edge. A few times I was convinced that I needed to run away, leave everything behind. Change my name, get a face transplant and move to Antarctica just to get away from Richard himself. I have been receiving threatening mail, text messages and phone calls. Of course Harry told me not to worry but it does make me scared to death to just think of what could happen. I just can't help but feel paranoid, like I am being watched all the time. Harry was downstairs in his office, trying to think of plan on what to do. I keep myself in our room, trying to forget what is happening. My phone vibrates beside me and I was hesitant to look at it. It was a text message from that same threatening blocked number. I shakily took my phone in my hand and looked at the message that came through. "You have one hour to pack your things and leave... Your little husband might not make it." It read and my eyes widened. For the first time, I actually replied to the message. "What?" I shakily typed. Within seconds a message came back. "Look out the window." I stood up shakily and walked to the window. I scanned the back yard and my eyes widened seeing someone with a snipers gun, waiting, watching the study.

 I gulped when my phone vibrated one last time. "You have one hour to surrender." It read and I dropped my phone and walking to grab a back pack and packing a few things in it. I walked to the stairs and sighed. I had to tell Harry... "Harry!" I called opening the study door, but keeping away from the window. "Louis? What's wrong?" He asked standing up. "Get away from the window please." I whispered and he frowned but stepped back, leaning against the bookshelf behind him. "What's going on?" He whispered. "Harry, I got to go away for a bit." I said and his eyes widened. "No Louis!" He stepped forward but I made him stand back. "Harry there is a sniper outside, waiting to shoot through this window if I do not leave in a hour. Please Harry, understand I am doing this for you." I said and he frowned. "Sniper?" He asked and I nodded slowly. "Where will you go?" He asked. "I don't know yet... I just have to leave..." I whispered. "Please don't... We can stay hidden." Harry said but I shook my head no. "No ways, I am not going to have you risk your life for me. No ways." I said and he sighed, "Please be careful..." He whispered and I smiled. "I will phone you when I can. I love you Harry, just stay safe." I said and he nodded. 

 I quickly walked out, making sure Harry stayed where he was. No matter how much I wanted to kiss him. My phone vibrated and I sighed taking it out and reading the message. "We have the house surrounded. Come out slowly and we may decided to keep you alive." It read and I felt a lump in my throat. May keep me alive. I guess as long as Harry is safe... I walked towards the front door, making sure everyone was in the kitchen. I couldn't say goodbye to my sisters, Liam, Zayn, Perrie... Harry. I just wanted to run up to him and kiss him one last time because this might be the last time I see him. I sighed and turned the door nob, stepping outside and walking down the steps slowly. "Louis!" I turned and saw Harry by the door. "Harry please... Get back inside. Please." I begged as I caught eye of a sniper. "But-" He was cut off when a gun shot was fired. I looked at Harry and he had tears running down his face. I felt a pain in my back but I just smiled. "Please go back inside Harry. Lock the door and don't come out no matter what..." I whispered, feeling a warm liquid run down my back. "Please be safe." He whispered and I nodded as I watched him close the door. I dropped to my knees, feeling weak. 

 "Bring him." I saw Richard standing there. I was pulled up to my feet and dragged to a black van, being thrown into the back. My back was stinging, but it wasn't a large wound. In most ways, I wish the bullet went straight through my back and killed me. I would rather be dead then see Harry in pain. I didn't put up a fight, I just accepted the fact that they will lock me away somewhere and torture me until I will probably die. I felt the van come to stop and I was dragged out, blindfolded and pushed to the destination. No one spoke a word, probably wondering why I wasn't putting up a fight. I wasn't going to do anything as long as Harry is safe. I was pushed down into a chair and my arms were tied behind my back, legs tied to the legs of the chair. I sighed, just letting them do it. The blindfold was soon ripped off me and I squinted with the bit of light shining through a small window. "Well well well look who fell for our little trap..." Richard said entering the room. "You really thought I would hurt Harry didn't you?" He asked and I nodded slowly. "Why would I hurt my main man, I just had to get you out the picture..." He snarled. "I don't care what you do to me, just leave him alone." I said and he smirked. "Well you are his husband right? Well I can't have people know that... He will have to marry a female... but he can't do that with you around..." Richard said.

 "What do you want?" I asked softly. "I need you to sign some papers for me... Divorce papers actually." He said but I shook my head. "Go to hell." I snarled. Richard smirked before standing up straight. "Do you want to do boys." He said walking to stand on the other side of the room. These two big guys came up in front of me and practically beat the shit of me. I felt my lip busted in two places, blood in my mouth. My eyes were swelling. The ropes around my wrists were cutting deep everytime I tried to break free. "Enough." Richard said and walked towards me once again. "Giving up yet?" He asked and I shook my head, closing my eyes. I couldn't look at him. "Maybe Harry would look quite good with two blue eyes too...." He said and my head snapped up to him. I gathered the blood up in my mouth and spat it onto his shiny looking shoes. "Touch him and I will personally put you in a hospital." I snarled but he just chuckled. "Of so you do have a voice... Well sign the papers or your precious little man will suffer worse then you." He said. I didn't look at him... I couldn't do it. "Lets have some fun boys... Get him to sign these papers before the morning or Pretty boy will get it." Richard said walking out the room.

 I looked up to the two buff guys who looked evil. I saw a knife in one of their hands and I gulped. "You still want to argue pretty boy?" The one man asked and I shrugged. "Do what you want, kill me if you want to. Honestly, anything is better then breaking Harry's heart. Call me sap, see if I give a fuck." I said and they chuckled. I felt the blade run down the back of my neck. "You must really love this boy." The one whispered in my ear. I didn't answer, just spat the last bit of blood out of my mouth before the next load comes. "You would honestly go through so much pain for him?" The one asked and I nodded, not looking at them. I felt tears prick my eyes but I refused to cry in front of these assholes. I felt the knife slice a small cut just above my right eyebrow making me flinch. "How he seems serious about this Jeff." The one said. "You're right Drew, lets see if we can make him cry..." I heard the guy named Jeff said and I bit my tongue as a punch was thrown to my jaw. Then my eye. Then my nose. Then my stomach. Then I felt the knife run up my bicep and I flinched as he cut a small cut into it.  After a few cuts, more beatings these guys were getting annoyed that I wasn't breaking. But I began to scream as I felt the knife carve right through my forearm, close to the vein. He was carving a word into my arm. I cried out in pain as it was pure torture. "You got that idea from Harry Potter Jeff!" Drew exclaimed laughing. I felt the blood run down my arm and I couldn't bring myself to see what he carved because I had a feeling I new what it was. It was 6 letter word... "You ready to sign the paper yet Faggot?" Drew growled. I felt another punch to the face before I finally broke down. "I will sign..." I whispered and they grinned, undoing my one hand and giving me a pen. I couldn't see properly as they gave me the papers and i just saw the line I had to sign. I gulped and pressed the pen to the paper and I thought about Harry. I began to cry, breaking down. I signed my name on the paper shakily. "Well done Faggot, you just broke the pretty boys heart." They laughed and left the room, leaving me to sob as I saw the word sketched into my arm... Permanently sitting there for the rest of my life... Actually, without Harry, I might as well be dead. What have done?