Darling (Larry Stylinson)

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*Harrys Pov*

My head was pounding. My body aching. My eyes slowly peered open, my vision blurred. My wrists felt scratched and bloody.

My eyes soon focused, I was on the living room floor. My wrists knotted together with rope, my ankles too.

My mind was blank for a few moments, before the memories flooded back.

Louis fainting.

Carrying him back here.

Nick touching me.

Louis crying.

His eyes bloodshot.

Nicks gang breaking the door.

Louis clinging to me.

My baby.

Them knocking me unconscious.

Louis screaming. The worst sound to ever exist.

And now they have him, my vulnerable darling.

I tried to wriggle out of the bounds on my wrist, having no luck.

I tried to feel around for my phone in my pocket, the only person I could really contact was Zayn, but it wasn't there.

I groaned, realising they must have taken it.

I sighed softly, trying to wriggle out of the bounds around my wrists. Desperately needing to save Louis.

It was all my fault. I could've put up a fight. Broken some noses. Jumped out of the window with Louis. But panic blinded me from the possibilities.

Now my darling was paying the price.

I hated myself for it, for being a coward. All he ever asked from me was to keep him safe from the creatures who hurt him. I didn't even manage that.

He deserved the world and more, and I couldn't even keep him safe for a few days.

Tears soon crawled down my cheeks, thoughts that I'd never see Louis again terrifying me.

A loud banging on my door soon took me from my menacing thoughts.

"HARRY?? HARRY OPEN YOUR DOOR!!" I heard someone shout at me. I shouted back that I couldn't, telling them to get the spare key underneath the plant pot.

I soon heard the door unlock, tilting my head to see Zayn hurry through the door.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??" He shouted at me, pulling his phone and scrolling through his texts.

Tears soon began to pour from my cheeks, I shook my head. Begging him to untie me.

He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, quickly cutting through the rope around my wrists.

"I, I got this text from your phone. It, it's from Lou I think?" He murmured, apologetic.

"Show it to me, p-please." I whispered, defeat etched across my face.

He handed me the phone delicately, the texts already opened. He started to cut through the rope around my ankles.

Harry😝

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

The tears really cascaded then.

He's so selfless and noble, he doesn't deserve a scratch of pain.

I was a monster, I barely tried to protect him.Guilt surged through me.