DON'T HURT ME DADDY (Harry Styles)

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"Do you know a man called Mitch Rowland?" One of the officers asked.

Liam looked at Lucy. "No...who is he?" Liam asked.

"He lives across the road from you. He moved in there about a year ago."

"Ok..." Lucy looked confused. "What has this got to do with Harry?"

"Mitch is Anne Styles' brother." Came the reply.

Lucy grabbed Liam's arm. "What? How? He has Harry? Get in there! Go get him!" She was hysterical.

"No. He's not there. We searched his house an hour ago. We did a check on your neighbours and when we saw who his sister was, we raided his house. He's not there. He's been there recently though. There's recent post on his table and yesterday's newspaper was on the sofa, opened at a page about Harry's disappearance. We went into an office, there were newspaper cuttings about him on the walls. There were pages and pages written about your family. I'm sorry to scare you, but you need to know."

"Oh my god! He's been there for a year! Waiting? I feel sick." Lucy's voice shook as she spoke.

"You think Harry is with him?" Liam asked.

"It looks pretty certain."

"Where are they though?"

"Where searching everywhere he's known to go to. We have people looking right now. We won't give up until he's home."

"Please....please just find him." Lucy cried.

"We will. We'll keep you updated. A family liason officer will be with you at 9am."

"Thank you." Liam said as he showed the officers out.

While his parents had been talking, Louis had sat on the sofa, listening, but keeping very quiet.

He thought of his little brother being scared, maybe upset for what he did to Louis. He sat silently crying. His heart ached. Praying that man doesn't hurt Harry.

"Lou...are you ok love?" Lucy asked as she sat next to him, putting an arm gently around his shoulders.

Louis was shaking, through fear, and from sobbing so hard. He didn't answer, just cuddled into her side.

*****

WARNING...THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES SOME MAY FIND DISTRESSING...

Harry was laying on a manky old mattress on the filthy floor in a tiny bedroom.

There was just the mattress, and a broken chest of drawers inside.

He had no covers, he felt cold, and shivered as he lay there, wishing he'd never left home.

He wondered who Mitch was. Why he was here. When he'd take him home.

It was late into the night when Harry's body finally gave in to his exhaustion, and he fell into an uncomfortable sleep.

He was woken up though, by the weight of the man getting onto the mattress beside him.

Harry froze. His arms wrapped around himself as he felt the man get closer to him.

Harry can feel his heart pounding, making him feel dizzy. Tears were forming in his tired green eyes, as the man placed his hand on Harry's arm.

"There's no need to be afraid, little lad, I won't hurt you...much!" He whispered, making Harry feel sick.

Mitch moved his hand down from his arm to the base of his back, and lifted Harry's t shirt up.

Harry whimpered, as Mitch's hand wandered lower, touching his bottom.

"Don't hurt me." Harry whispered, so quietly that Mitch wouldn't have heard him. He wouldn't have care anyway.

"So tiny, little lad, so....young." Mitch said as he stroked Harry's bum.

Harry tried to move away, but Mitch quickly threw his arm around the terrified boy.

"No you don't, I've not finished with you yet!" Mitch growled.

He threw Harry back down on the mattress and hovered over him.

He yanked Harry's shorts and pants down and then pulled down his own trousers and boxers.

He started rubbing himself against Harry, who had his eyes shut tight, his breathing was laboured, he was trapped and felt like he was going to die.

That was the last he knew.

He passed out.

*****

The next day, the liason officer came to the Payne's house.

She was a very nice young lady called Jay Tomlinson.

"I'm here to liaise between you and the police. I'll tell you everything that is going on, and if you have questions, I'm here to answer them." She said as she sat at the kitchen table.

"Thank you. Is there any news?" Liam asked, his hands wringing together, nervously.

"Forensics are in his house now, trying to find any clues as to his whereabouts. We have a search out on his car, but it's not been seen recently. Try to stay positive." She smiled.

"We're trying, it's just...knowing he's with his uncle. We don't know what he's capable of. We're scared. He's so little, and sees the good in everything, I'm worried what could happen." Liam replied.

Lucy was standing at the back door, staring into the garden. Louis was sat at the patio table, his head resting on his arms.

Lucy walked over to him and sat down.

"Hey love." She whispered.

Louis looked up. His eyes were red, puffy and damp. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he burst into tears as his Mum pulled him close.

"I want him home Mum." He sobbed.

"I know love. We all do. He'll be home soon, I'm sure."

"You...you don't know that! What...what if he's..."

"Please don't say it Louis, we have to be positive. He's our little fighter, remember?"

They sat in silence in the garden for a long time, listening to the birds singing, the occasional car driving past, people chatting.

Please hurry up and find our boy.

Sorry for the sad bit.

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ONE DIRECTION...9 YEARS TODAY! god I love them so much.

All the love XXX