Darling (Larry Stylinson)

12

*Louis' Pov*

My mind was spinning. They'd hurt him. Harry. My mouth screaming; but the only sound I could hear was Harry's laboured breaths.

I dropped to the floor, holding his body in my arms. I knew they were going to take me. I had a few fragile seconds.

I grabbed Harrys phone, having no idea how to use it, discreetly stuffing it down the back of my pants.

A hand soon whacked into the back of my head, my vision blurring. The only thing I felt was Harrys cold skin against my own. My angel.

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Before I opened my eyes, I knew where I was. The cold stench of filth invading my nostrils once more. My body shook, thankfully I had the clothes on from Harry still. I felt the phone in the back pocket, still safe.

I inhaled the scent of the t-shirt, the smell of Harry contorting my senses.

The scent of safety overwhelming me, marginally making me feel content.

But then the fear crept in; not just fear for the pain that was soon to scar me, but the pain that I might never see Harry again.

The bulge of a phone in my back pocket startled me to my senses.

I opened my eyes, to be met with neverending darkness. They soon adjusted; the room seemed smaller than normal, my mind bigger now.

I quickly pulled the phone out, terror that they would come and hurt me making me hurry.

I've never held a phone before, but I figured out how to work it rapidly. I scrolled through the contacts list, the only name I recognised was Zayn. He frightened me a bit still, but I needed him to check Harry was safe.

Zayn😎

Zayn? This is Louis. I really need your help. Please make sure Harry is okay? They've taken me, but they hurt Harry. I need to know he's safe. I love him.

I hid the phone in the corner nearest the door, underneath the bucket to pee in. My back was soon pressed to the wall, in the furthest corner. The window I escaped from before was now boarded up with wood.

I cringed in on myself; my knees to my chest, my narrow arms clutching my body. I was a tight, contained ball of dread.

The hopelessness of the situation soon dawned on me. I was locked in a tiny room, monsters creaking across the floorboards above me.

The footsteps were getting louder. The closer they became the more terror erupted inside of me.

The sound of a key in a lock made me cringe into myself. Metal scraping across metal.

My breathing became harsh; not just one set of footsteps approached me, about four.

They were edging closer and closer. My mind screeching but my voice deadly silent. I sniffed into Harrys tee shirt, desperate for one last moment of fleeting safety.

The taunting voice of Nick soon tortured my ears. His breath hitting my neck.

"You're in a lot of trouble, you know that don't you?" Nick whispered, goosebumps hatching across my filthy skin. I nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him anymore. His dirty laughter filled the room.

I could feel him hovering over me. His fingers lightly tracing up my arms; not like the way Harry does it though. Harry does it with beauty and love, Nick with suspense and terror.

"What are we going to do with you, hmm?" He taunted, his words manipulating my emotions. Fear enticed me.

Tears soon escaped my eyes.