Darling (Larry Stylinson)

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Please read @chlo15 fanfic "Beside You", it's really good and it's about 5sos and the Vamps💓 she's my best friend and she's the one who persuaded me to write this fanfic, so please read hers?💖

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*Harrys Pov*

We soon arrived at Zayns flat, it was too dangerous to go back to ours. Zayn breaking the speed limit to try and get us there quickly.

I carried Louis into the building, laying him gently down onto Zayns sofa. His head had rolled back, Zayn covering him with blankets.

He was colder than ice, they'd taken his clothes and left him in the freezing basement in only boxers. His body was littered with bruises, cuts and burns again, I choked on my tears in disgust.

The blood flow from his wound had lessened, a large plaster was now stopping it.

The name "Nick" was etched into his stomach, like it was from a knife.

I bit my lip to try and stop myself from vomiting. Pulling the blanket up to hide it.

Louis' only fifteen; he should be in school, learning about the world and having fun with his friends. Not being stabbed and beaten to near death by these monsters.

This was all my fault.

I should've protected him with my life; not turn my back on them with cowardice.

He deserved the universe, yet all I'd given him was a return to pain.

Hard, cold, unjustified pain that no living creature should have to experience.

I made a silent promise to myself. Swearing the remainder of Louis' life would be filled with safety, warmth and happiness.

I wiped some filth from his forehead, placing a soft kiss there instead. Vowing to never let this heartache happen again.

My left hand soon stroked his hair, my right hand knotting our fingers together indefinitely.

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Zayn soon joined us a few moments later, bringing over two cups of tea. A glass of water was on the table nearest Louis, for him to drink when he awoke.

I sighed gently, twirling his soft hair between my longer fingers. The clock read 11:30pm, nearly Sunday morning.

"He should wake up soon." I heard Zayn say, his hand patting my back before he returned to his seat.

A few tears leaked down my face, my fingers now stroking his cheeks.

"Th-Thank you for everything Zayn, for helping get him back. I would probably still be tied up if it wasn't for you." I told him gratefully.

"Don't mention it, mate. You would've done the same if it was me." He answered, a smile formed on his lips.

I smiled to him, my head quickly turning back to Louis. Another kiss placed delicately onto his forehead.

"I think we're going to have to leave London for a bit." I thought out loud, looking to Zayn for advice.

He nodded, saying how he agreed with me.

I drank some of my tea, placing the cup on Louis' hand to try and warm him up a bit.

"I'll get you a hot water bottle, one sec." I heard Zayn say.

He returned quickly, handing me the hot water bottle. I thanked him, sending him a smile.

Louis was still unconscious, but the hot water bottle was warming his body. A faint pink blush had arisen upon his cheeks.