Darling (Larry Stylinson)

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*Harrys Pov*

We soon exited the bathroom, Louis' hand in my own as he trailed behind me. His bare feet padding across the carpet.

We both sat down on the sofa, Louis soon curling up into my arms.

"Okay now, baby?" I asked him gently, a small smile on my lips.

He nodded, resting his head into my lap and curling into a ball. My fingers twirling locks of his hair between them.

Hot puffs of air were escaping his lips, his sleeping form limp in my arms. I placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Zayn peeked his head through the doorway, coming over and sitting down on the sofa. He had tears in his eyes.

"Are you okay, mate?" I whispered to him worriedly, not wanting to wake Lou.

He shook his head quickly, "Lou, he's asleep right? I don't want what I'm going to tell you to frighten him." He said to me quietly, glancing to the fragile boy in my arms.

"He's dead to the world, Zayn. Please tell me what happened?" I urged him, my voice quiet but anxious.

"We-Well, I went to your flat like you asked me. B-But it was completely wrecked, Haz. Everything was torn apart. I, I managed to get the stuff that wasn't b-burnt. I-I'm so sorry mate." He said to me quietly, taking out his phone and showing me pictures of it.

I shook my head, not quite believing it. My home was destroyed. Graffiti was across the curtains, spelling out the name Louis. The sofas were torn apart, the shelves smashed to pieces. Everything was destroyed.

I flicked through the pictures, saliva blocking my throat. My home was ruined. Everything I've worked for, destroyed.

"I took whatever stuff wasn't ruined." He told me, handing me a carrier bag with a few clothes, books and my passport in.

I shook my head in anger, my hands gently playing with Louis' soft hair to calm me down.

"Th-Thanks, mate." I mumbled, shock and fury still contorting my features.

"That's not all, Haz. They, They left a note as well." He sighed, his face ridden with sympathy.

Fear creeped into my veins as he handed me the note, my shaking hands left the comfort of Louis' hair to open it.

I hope you liked the redecorating in your flat, we enjoyed wrecking it thoroughly. But what we'd really prefer is wrecking Louis instead. Give him back if you don't want your family to die. We won't hesitate to kill them, and then we'll kill you. Give us the child.

Bile rose in my throat. Louis was mine, he needed to stay with me. I needed him to be safe.

"We, We should leave, shouldn't we? The country?" I asked Zayn, my hands rubbing up and down Louis' back.

"Or go to the police?" He replied, I quickly shook my head.

"Th-They'll take Louis away from me, he's only fifteen. I, I'd never be allowed to see him again." I rapidly told him, my lips placing a kiss to his forehead.

His face was looking upwards to me, his eyes closed. His lips were parted slightly as air escaped his lungs. He looked so peaceful, his body resting against me.

He's never being taken again, I'm going to keep him safe.

"Then leave, you've always wanted to go traveling. And you have money saved from work. Think of the things you could show Louis." He said to me, a smile forming on his lips.