Tied up|| Larry Stylinson

4.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self harm and starvation

Harry's POV
I've been sat in this room for what felt like days, although I had no idea if it had only been a few hours and I was just so bored I didn't realise.

The rope around my waist had given me a burn and I couldn't move without it hurting.

Louis hadn't came back since I first woke up, not even to give me food or water. This meant I had gotten used to the dark, I could see things I hadn't been able to at first like a chair that was sat across from me and the plate of food Louis had gave me before. I had drank the water but decided against eating the food, I've gone without food for longer before so I'm keeping it encase he leaves me to starve.

The darkness and silence is getting to me. Ive started to hear things. Voices. I think I'm going crazy, but even so it's creeping me out. They never say anything good, all bad. I don't know how much longer I can take this, although they have stopped for now.

I'm left with my thoughts. I can't believe this happened. I was so fucking stupid to believe someone could actually like me like that, all I was to Louis was an object that he would gain because of my shitty dad not being able to keep up with his payments for drugs.

My body felt numb. I needed to feel something again, anything.

Obviously there's not much to work with so I picked up the glass that previously held my water and slammed it to the floor causing it to smash.

From there I picked up the sharpest piece that I was able to have a good grip onto and I moved it towards my wrist that was filled with already healed scars from my past.

That's when a light filled the room.

"STOP!" A voice yelled from the door.