Tied up|| Larry Stylinson

12.

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Harry's POV
Once again I woke up in the room I now knew as Louis. I could feel a slight movement beside me but I was too tired to care, I just wanted to go back to sleep and forget about everything that was going on, dream about my family. I almost managed to fall back into a dream before feeling an arm wrap around me, I could feel my eyes go wide and I turned quickly to see who it was.

Louis. Louis was laying next to me with his arms wrapped around me. I would be lying if I said I didn't find it cute, I know I shouldn't but he just looked so peaceful and so beautiful...I shouldn't be thinking about him like this, he's psychotic.

Sighing I stood up, feeling a gust of cold air hit me. I headed to the bathroom, I haven't showered since I was... well you know. I felt dirty, so fucking dirty. His touch was still on me. I tried sleeping to feel better but it only worked for so long.

The water was cold but it didn't matter to me, soon enough it warmed up. I poured almost the whole bottle of shower gel and I scrubbed my skin as hard as I could. I had to get any traces of him gone, my arms were bruised the worst. So that was were I scrubbed the hardest, I scrubbed until blood started to drip. I would have continued to scrub to the bone but a knock on the door stopped me.

"Harry? You in there?" Louis asked tiredly through the door.

"Yeah.. I'll be out in a second" I told him to which he replied "okay" then he left me to finish up.

I finished washing my hair then turned off the shower, stepping out and wrapping my towel around my waist. I walked back into the bedroom to see Louis sitting patiently on the bed.

"I'm still not talking to you..." I told him before he could speak, I didn't want him thinking I was fine with what he's done to me. None of this would've happened if he hadn't of taken me here.

"You just did" I could see the smirk on his face, I just ignored him and rolled my eyes walking over to the wardrobe and picking out the biggest clothes I could see.

I turned to look at him with a look that said "please leave"

"What's the matter Hazza? You want something? All you gotta do is ask me." He said, smirk still present.

Yet again I rolled my eyes.

Louis' POV

He rolled his eyes at me yet again, I found myself really enjoying messing with him.

He looked deep in thought before turning around and slipping on a shirt. The muscles on his back prominent as ever, now he was attempting to put on his underwear whilst in his towel without bending down far enough to show too much... I may have given him a small towel on purpose, but he didn't need to know that.

I'm not sure why he didn't just use the bathroom, maybe he forgot about it? But I wasn't complaining.

He quickly pulled up his underwear, towel dropping in the process and I caught a glimpse of his ass. His fucking ass.

Holy shit. I could feel my face heating up, is it weird to call someone's butt beautiful? If it is I don't care because that was the most beautiful butt I've ever seen.

Except for mine of course.

After he had slid on the joggers he turned around to see my face red as a tomato. He gave a questioning look.

"Why are you so red?" He asked, i guess he didn't realise the towel dropping.

"I thought you weren't talking to me?" He quickly covered his mouth and turned away from me, continuing with some sort of writing piece that was sat on the desk.

Sadly Zayn entered the room and informed me of some business that was to be taken care of so I had to leave, I hoped he didn't do anything stupid while I was gone. But I guess we would have to wait and see when I got back.

Ok so I was thinking of writing another book but I have two plot lines (both sort of similar) and I was wondering if you guys would tell me wether or not you would read ether one and if you would, what plot you would prefer.

Plot 1:
Louis had now been Harry's psychiatrist in Doncaster Asylum for three weeks. In those three weeks he had learned nothing, but what happens when Harry finally decides to talk and tell Louis the truth? Will Louis believe him or think he's crazy like everyone else?

Plot 2:
Harry just arrived at the asylum, he was quick to make friends, but he noticed a small boy with brown hair who talked to himself whilst he was sat on his own at lunch and during the few times they were allowed outside, he asks people about his story but nobody seems to know. Nor do they want to. What happens when Harry tries to talk to louis? Will he end up being crazy like everyone warned? Or will there be another side to the story.

(Both of these would be set in the 1950's)

So do you guys prefer plot 1 or plot 2?

Sorry for such a long authors note, I hope you enjoyed the chapter thanks for reading and I'm going to try update a bit more!

-Katie <3