Hold On And Dont Let Go •Larry Stylinson•

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|Louis|  

I blink my eyes open for a while until i can see clearly, When i did, i got really confused of where I'm at. It was dark. It was a dark room, just with a little light in the corner. 

Wait why was it dark? Wasn't I just on the bus? Why am I in a room?

I look around and see a normal square room. Black walls with dim light.  I try to walk but feel my arms together. I look up at my arms and see that there tied together.

As I about to question all this, I got caught off when I felt a sting come across on my face. It hurt, bad.  What the heck??  My face was now looking at the left. My cheek was now facing front. It was stinging.  I turn my head first thing and see my farther. 

"What the hell" I yell "Where the hell am I" 

As i finished that, I felt a sharp sting again to my left cheek again.

"No need to yell and swear, Louis"  He says

"I can do the fuck I want you don't control me, fucking bastard"

"Wanna swear at my again, son" The bastard says. 

"I'm not your son" I grit my teeth. 

"Wanna say that again" He holds up his hand. 

"I'm. Not. Your. Fucking. Son" I spat. 

I clothes my eyes for awhile and try to hold back the angry and as I open my eyes again, I see his hand was now holding a gun. 

"I guess you want me to hurt your poor little...Harry" He points to the corner with his gun. 

My eyes widen. Wasn't that just empty? Why the hell is Harry there?  I look at the sick bastard and see him pointing his gun at Harry. 

"Leave him alone" I yell. 

"Why" 

"Cause he has nothing to do with this" 

"But isn't he your gay boyfriend" 

"I barely no him" 

"So it would be fine if I did this" 

BANG!

|Harry| 

I watched the small boy shuffle on the seat. He looked scared. Terrified.   He kept moving, light punches and kicks as he slept. What is he dreaming about? 

Bet your thinking, why am I watching him? Will, I got an answer for that. 
I've been watching him ever since he said "good night Harry". I watched as he fell asleep, as he snored lightly, drift his head off to the side and as he mumbled to herself.  But when he fell asleep like just plain out asleep, he stared shaking and mumbling little yells. 

  It kinda scared me a little. I feel like he's having a nightmare. I want to wake him up but what if I isn't a nightmare. 

But then, I jinxed it.  

"Harry, no!" He screams. 

My eyes widen and see the boy open his eyes and cough for air. His eyes then turned all watery.   He huffed in and out and kept doing it over and over again. 

Almost everybody woke up and wondered who it was or what was it.   I looked around and saw people standing up from there seat and looked at the back of the bus. Not many though.