Tied up|| Larry Stylinson

9.

{unedited}

TW: mentions of rape. Please skip to the end of this can be a trigger for you, I will put a small summary at the end where I will try my best to explain the chapter without being triggering.

Also please, please, please read the note at the end it is important!

(I'm also writing this at 4:30am so please don't judge any spelling errors I will try fix them later)
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Liams POV (Oop bet you didn't see that coming)

Louis left me with Harry today, he had said that there were a few things he had to take care of so I assumed he wouldn't be back for a while.

I felt kind of bad for Harry, I had a conversation with him when I was giving him breakfast and he seemed like a nice lad. It's a shame is father is such an asshole, maybe he would actually have a good life.

After around an hour or two I got a call from Zayn, he was another of Louis bodyguards and said he may need help on the next job so I hung up and went to search for Levi, he was one of Louis most trusted workers so I could trust him to take care of Harry.

"I'll be back in around 3 hours. Just remember to give him dinner and don't hurt him! Louis will have your head if you even think about laying a finger on him. So dont" I told him before rushing out tommy car.

Harrys POV

It hadn't been long since Liam had given me breakfast, I doubted he would come in anytime soon to give me dinner. I think it's around 11am (although I have no way to know) so I had around an hour or two until Liam said he would be back to give me some dinner.

I went into the bathroom and carefully climbed up on the toilet before lifting the handle to the window. Holy shit, it wasn't locked.

I opened it fully and saw that they hadn't been smart enough to put a cage around the outside, I had the perfect opportunity to leave right now. Louis was gone and Liam was most likely making me food, that was my chance.

I hoisted myself up and got my chest through the window, fuck it was harder than I thought it would be.

Just one more move and I would be out. This was too easy.

Or so I thought until I felt someone grabbing my ankles and pulling me back into the bathroom, my chin hitting off the toilet seat lid as I fell.

I hissed one pain and looked up to see someone I didn't recognise, they were looking down at me with a look of rage.

"I'll fucking teach you to try and escape!" He said as he slapped me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the bedroom and chucking me onto the bed.

He held me down by the wrists as I struggled trying to break free. That was when I heard the sound of my belt being unbuckled.

"No! Stop it! Please!" I was almost screaming and I cried out in fear.

"Somebody help me! Please!..." all I could feel were the warm tears rolling down my face, all I would hear was the sound of him pulling down his trousers.

And all I could do was think of before. All I could see were so many flashbacks popping into my head. I couldn't get them to stop. I really, really wanted to. But I couldn't.

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Flashback. Harry, 12 years old.

I heard my Mum and Gemma fighting again yesterday. Gemma said she saw my Father taking drugs, my mum refused to believe her. It's not like it would change anything anyways.

Or that's what I thought. Until one night I was awoken at the sound of my bedroom door slamming shut and my father sitting down next to me on my mattress.

"Dad?.." I asked sleepily. I felt my covers being pulled off my body and the cold air hitting my skin, I liked to sleep in my boxers so the cold got to me fast.

Before I could question my father further he pulled down my boxers in one swift motion. I quickly covered myself with my hands.

"Dad!? What the hell are yo-" I shouted trying to ask him, before being cut off by his hand covering my mouth. I had no idea what was happening but I didn't like it, not one bit.

Then it got worse, I felt him pulling my hands away before wrapping his hand around me. It didn't feel good.

I could feel the tears starting to roll, he didn't care tho. If anything it looked like he enjoyed it more.

I didn't think it could get worse, my own dad was touching me in ways I never thought he would, ways i never even knew about until that night.

Then I felt him going into me. I screamed in pain, I tried to shout for help but nobody came. I was full blown crying at this point, nobody cared.

I felt empty inside but at the same time I could feel everything.

But the thing I felt most was pain. The pain of knowing my own father could hate me enough to do this to me, the pain of what he was doing to me and the pain of knowing I would never forget what he did.

End of flashback

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Finally he got off of me, he just left. No regret on his face whatsoever.

I was left sat on the bed, completely naked. Quickly I pulled on my boxers and took myself off of the bed. I couldn't bring myself to stay on it.

Instead I retreated to the corner. I could feel bruises starting to form on my wrists, my waist and where he slapped me.

Slowly I curled into a ball and cried to myself in the corner of the room.

Why was it always me?
What did I do to deserve this?
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Okay right, Basically what happened in this chapter was Louis went on a few business related errands and Harry was left with Liam, but shortly after Liam had to go and help Louis and Zayn and left Harry in the care of one of Louis employees, Levi. Levi caught Harry trying to escape and he slapped him on the cheek and him being the horny and sick bastard he is then raped Harry to teach him a lesson. There was then a flashback to give a bit of insight to Harry's life living with a drug addict (his dad) and it showed how his father used to do the same. It ended with Harry sitting in a corner crying, while asking himself what he did to deserve what had happened

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Hello beautiful people, I know this chapter was a bit much but it is a reality for both hostages and children living at home with abusive parents or worse. I guess I just wanted to try give a little insight to that but I'm not sure If I managed to do it in a respectful way that wasn't fantasising rape and im sorry if I didn't do it right, I can easily come up with something else if people feel this is disrespectful.

For anyone who may be a victim of sexual assault I just want to say you are so strong and as somebody who has been through it i can promise you that it does get better and you will start to heal with time, please if you are struggling to deal with it then try tell someone so you can get the help you need.

Thank you everyone I love you all :)

-Katie <3