When Des Styles runs out of time to pay Louis back for his supply drugs, Louis is furious. So instead of going after Des, he goes after something, or someone, that belongs to him:
Harry Styles.
Who to Des, may or may not be more precious than his...
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It was snowing again, blistering cold winds hitting the side of the mansion that Harry was trapped inside of. Not that he ever left his room, fearing that Niall was lurking outside. Louis has continuously tried to get him leave, but Harry wasn't having it.
But he was also too scared when Louis left, even though it was usually an hour at the most.
But today was different, and Harry was dreading it.
"Harry, I need to go away all day." Louis muttered, brushing his hair away from his face. Harry hide his face in Louis chest, shaking slightly.
"Can't you stay?" Harry whispered, clutching onto his shirt tightly. Louis frowned, holding the boy closer.
"I'm afraid not love. But you can come with me. You should come with me." Harry looked up at Louis with wide eyes before looking at the door. He shook his head frantically.
"N-No—"
"Harry, Niall can't hurt you anymore," Louis whispered, pressing a kiss to his curls. "I won't let him. I won't let you leave my side. I promise." Harry, trembling in Louis' arms, nodded slightly.
"O-Okay." Louis smiled down at him and pressed a sweet kiss against his lips.
"Let's go." Harry bit his lip as he watched Louis get up and then he sighed shakily.
'I suppose that it's time to get over it.'
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Harry walked behind Louis closely as they walked down the dark hallway. They were inside of one of Louis' abandoned warehouses.
Even though Harry kept asking, Louis refused to let him know why they were there. He was even more confused as to why he let Harry go outside of the mansion.
He probably knows that you're too much of a pussy to leave
You're fucking pathetic
Harry ignored the voices, something he was getting much better at.
Louis opened a big metal door and motioned Harry inside, moving to stand beside him. He had a comforting hand on his back, rubbing gentle circles into the muscles.
There were two men sitting at a table in the center of the large open area, both terrifying.
Harry didn't falter his step when the larger man looked at him with one brown eye and one with a white iris, a scar over it. He had scars all over his body and his tan face was stone cold.
