Baby, Look What You've Done to Me [Lirry]

Chapter 3: Curious & Confused

Chapter 3: Curious & Confused

"So, like, can I go to the washroom or what?" Harry asks when he feels that he's been holding his pee for too long.

"Can't you hold it?" Zayn suggests in a bored tone, not even looking at the other lad.

"I've kinda been holding it in for over an hour lready. Pretty sure that's the most I can do, thanks," Harry responds sarcastically with a roll of his eyes and squirming on the uncomfortable ground. "Unless you want me to actually pee  on the ground, then you should really let me go to the washroom. You do have one in this building, right?"

Nialls sighs and stands up from the chair he was sitting as he was playing some card game with Zayn. “Of course we do. But I’ll ask Liam if you can go use it.”

“You only have one ?”

“Are you really being picky about that?” Zayn asks Harry in disbelief.

The curly-haired lad just sputters and looks away from him as they wait for Niall to come back after asking Liam. When the blond comes back, Liam and Louis are right behind him. The shorter chestnut-haired lad scowls at Harry, and is about to snap at him, but Liam shushes him and walks towards Harry with a raised eyebrow.

“I hear you need to use the washroom,” he states.

“Uh, yeah? I mean, I’m sure I can’t keep holding it for a week or however long it’s gonna take me to get out of here,” Harry replies nervously.

“Then up you get. I’ll show you where it is.”

“What? That’s it? You’re just gonna let him go?” Louis demands, walking up to them and glaring down at the green-eyed lad on the ground.

Liam sighs and looks at Louis. “He needs to go, so I’m letting him. Would you rather he just do his business while you’re all keeping an eye on him? That’ll make this room stink, you know? It’s better that we let him use the washroom.”

“But – “

“Come on, Harry,” the brown-eyed lad interrupts as he helps Harry to his feet.

Before anyone else can protest, Liam leads Harry out of the room, keeping a hand on the younger lad’s lower back. They stop down the hall and around the corner, where a sign on  door indicates that it is the washroom. Liam nods and Harry and gestures for him to get in, not letting Harry thank him before he closes the door between them. Sighing, the curly-haired lad turns around and looks around the washroom, noticing that it isn’t as dirty as he thought it would be.

Then he notices that he can’t really pee without using his hands, which are still behind his back. Grunting in annoyance, he tries to free his hands from the ropes, but to no avail when he only manages to hurt himself from rope burns on his wrists.

“You alright in there? You didn’t break anything, did you?” Liam asks in amusement at Harry’s struggling from the other side of the door.

“Shut up. You could’ve at least untied me so I could use my hands.”

“Thought you’d be smart enough to remember that. But I’m coming in to untie you so you can do your business.”

“Wait! You can’t just – “

Snorting as he enters the washroom, Liam walks up to Harry and tells him to turn around to he can be untied. The younger lad mutters something under his breath as Liam works on untying the knot the other lads had done.

“Relax. It’s not like you’re naked or anything,” Liam remarks.

“Still. It’s called ‘privacy’, Liam,” Harry counters, and rubs his wrists once the ropes are untied. “But I guess you don’t really care about privacy, since you did kidnap me and asked for some unreasonable ransom for my return. That’s quite over the top, don’t you think?”