Darling (Larry Stylinson)

15

*Louis' Pov*

I was stood up straight in the basement, my arms were tied above my head attached to the ceiling, my ankles knotted together with rope.

I was a living rag doll.

My breath was scarce, somebody was punching me in the gut constantly, never ceasing to stop.

My eyes were locked onto the figure in front of me, his breath smelt like rotting flesh.

I cringed backwards, tears leaking from my eyes. Shaking my head desperately.

Nick just smirked at me.

He pulled out a knife and then a lighter. Switching the lighter on, the fire flickering at the top. He placed the edge of the knife into the flame, until the tip was white-hot.

I squeezed onto the rope bounding my hands in terror.

He traced the knife lightly up my arms, causing me to whimper.

He laughed menacingly.

I needed Harry, he'd save me.

"If you make a sound, I'll slit your throat." His taunts silencing my pleads for him to stop.

He stabbed the burning edge into my chest, twisting the blade.

I bit down on my lip harshly, the pain burning deep into my very soul.

He twisted the knife several times, the pain consuming me.

All I could feel was pure agony.

I whimpered quietly, his fist soon punching into my jawline.

I screamed.

Screaming for help.

Screaming for safety.

Screaming for Harry.

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I felt my body being shaken, faint murmurs of my name coming from somewhere distant.

All I felt was my body aching. Sharp flashes of pain shooting across my stomach.

"Louis? You're okay darling, it's me." I heard a voice tell me.

I shook my head, terror devouring me.

It was Nick, I knew it was him.

"Lovely? You had a nightmare again, I need to know you're okay. Please open your eyes for me?" I heard Nick say to me, his fingers touching my hair.

I flinched back immediately, my eyes squeezed tightly shut.

He does this a lot, pretends that he cares and then hurts me for trusting him.

I tried to wriggle away; but a sharp shooting pain through my stomach stilled me, pain flashing across my face.

"Baby? Please Lou, where does it hurt?" He asked me frantically, his hand stroking my cheeks.

I shook my head, my eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"L-Lovely? Please, it's Harry. It's only me, please let me help you." He said desperately, I felt water drip down onto my cheeks.

I held my stomach in pain, murmuring out a "H-Harry?"

"It's really me, darling. I promise you, baby." He told me sadly, a tone of care evident in his voice.