My Life For Hire (Larry Stylinson AU)[ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

I danced around the parlour, Louis was laughing at me. The song "Damage" by Fit For Rivals was playing and this song always made me want to dance... so, now I'm Dancing. Louis decided to join in on my dancing.

By the time the song was oer I was out of breath, and extremely happy. Happier than I've ever been in a couple months. If you're thinking how I now feel about my mum, I feel nothing for her now. I actually hope she rots in hell. She means nothing to me now, yeah sure, she was the one who birthed me, but she was also the one who gave me up. Screw her.

I flopped down on the couch, Louis decided it'd be hilarious to sit on me and cut off my air ways. I gasped and tried to push him off. He laughed at my feeble attempts.

"LOUIS FUCKING TOMLINSON, GET THE HELL OFF OF ME BEFORE I START SCREAMING!" I shouted.            

"Yeah, Louis. Get off the boy," Conner's familiar voice suddenly chimed in. I looked up and pushed Louis off of me so I could hold onto him for protection.

"Did you bring back my Failing In Reverse shirt? I liked that shirt, and I'd appreciate it if you brought it back," I stated. Conner growled at me.

"No, I didn't."

"Poo," I frowned and sat on the couch, Louis sat beside me and wrapped a protective arm around me.

Lou and I sat there awkwardly while Conner stood there, glaring at us both.

"I'm getting bored," Conner muttered. Before Louis and I could react, Conner lunged forward and snapped Louis' neck. My chest tightened painfully, I was going to scream but Conner held his hand over my mouth and we were suddenly out the door.

Everything blurred past us, the blurring colours were giving me a head ache and I was feeling nauseous.

We came to a stop in what seemed like an underground prison. There were cells, a table, a chair, and chains bolted to the wall. I was thrown against one of the cell doors. I heard cracks inside of my body, and cracks on the outside of my body.

I slammed into the floor, pain shot up my right side and every time I breathed it brought tears to my eyes. It burned to breathe, my arm hurt so much, my head ached and my back hurt. Conner began to laugh. With only a maximum of pain, I pushed myself to my feet with a grunt leaving my lips. Oh God, this hurt so much.

"Me and you are going to have a lot of fun together," A cruel smile spread across Conner's thin lips.

"You and I," I corrected abscent minded. Jesus, how do you sat that wrong!?

"Shut up!"

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I was tied down to a chair, the ropes painfully dug into my wrists and arms. They restricted me from breathing properly, but it didn't matter, my broken ribs painfully did the same. My head was pounding and I currently had a throwing knife in my left thigh. My blood was soaking my favourite trousers and I was not happy. I liked these, and now they were ruined.

Conner was drumming his fingers on the table, he leaned over looking at me with narrowed eyes. "What does Louis see in you? You're just a pathetic human that can easily be killed. I'll have doing it too."

"Why?" My voice came out in a broken whisper. Conner had hit me in the throat, I was surprised my trachea didn't break. I was surprised my neck didn't break, but it burned when I breathed and spoke.

"You see, he killed my mate a couple of months ago, that's why I had came into your house and tried to kill you." Conner spoke like it was no big deal, "So, you know, I thought I'd return to favour. I'd kill someone he loved dearly, and that'd be you, my boy."