Fuck You
Harry sat on 'his' bed with a towel wrapped his shivering, naked body. He watched as Louis pulled clothes out of the closet on the wall left of the bed.
The man was humming a song that sent a creepy feeling into his heart. The notes his voice produced created such a sinister sound that seems to match his personality perfectly. He turned around with a peaceful smile displayed on his face.
"Stand up," he commanded smoothly, watching Harry's every movement, even the ones his eyes subtly make. Harry obeyed reluctantly, keeping the towel wrapped around him as tightly as his bound hands allowed.
Louis bent down, holding out a pair of underwear for Harry to step into, pulling them up the boy's wonderful legs. He let his fingers skim against his skin as he does, his fingertips sending feelings of disgust through Harry's body.
Harry grabbed the towel that's still around him tightly, biting his lip.
The blue-eyed man stepped closer so their bodies were nearly touching. He trailed a finger over the boy's left collarbone, earning a flinch out of the vulnerable boy.
"I met your father when I was a teenager. My father was able to hold down a steady job along with our little underground business and met your father through that. Your father used to be a good man. You know, until my father got him hooked." Louis began to play with a curl that's in front of Harry's eye. Harry wanted to cut it off as soon as the man touched it. He wanted to burn every part of his skin that this fiend touched.
"So it was your dad that r-ruined my father. Not you," Harry stated, glaring up at the amused man. The blue orbs danced with humor and knowledge that Harry didn't know, and Harry knew that he loved that. He loved the fact that Harry needed him to answer everything for him.
He was sick.
"Actually, it was us both. My father began to ease him into it about 4 years ago. Mainly, Des only wanted weed, but then I took over the business when I was 23 and I began to make sure people would come back." Louis smirked, the pride his voice held pissed off Harry's soul. "I laced his supply and got him hooked on harder things. Normally, I only do this with the ones who are too stubborn to sell their souls to the drug. Your father was one.
"I even offered him some meth, free of charge, but he declined. I assume it was because he loved you guys. But—" Louis smugly smiled, pulling Harry closer. "Considering he let me have you to pay his debt, his love now belongs to the drugs." Harry glared up at him, his hands were the only thing creating space between them.
"I don't believe you. My father may be fucked up, but he loves me. He wouldn't sell me to you. You're so fucked up in the head it's unbelievable," Harry snarled, trying to push the psychotic man away from him. Louis frowned.
"But I'm not fucked up. This is my normal. This world was the one I was raised in and this mindset I have was how I was raised to be. You're the one who's head is fucked up in my eyes." Harry looked up into Louis' eyes in astonishment. He didn't glance or try to seem brave by looking. He actually looked, trying to see into Louis' eyes, his heart.
The fact that Louis probably wasn't lying saddens Harry. If he was telling the truth, it sounds like he had been raised to be the ruthless demon he was. A person who did whatever to get what he wanted and believed he deserved. Growing up in an environment like this would fuck any child up.
The other thing that bothered him, awakened a million questions, was the fact that Louis probably did think that Harry's mindset was fucked up. Louis didn't understand the fact that most people feel guilty when inflicting pain on others. He didn't understand why Harry would be so upset to leave his family and friends because he didn't care about them, or at least it seemed as though he didn't. Louis didn't seem to understand the thought of love in the way most people do. He did think that he was protecting Harry, he did think that he loved Harry. He thought this simply because this was the love he grew up around, he never had the chance to understand what true love actually was.
"You're so pretty when you open your heart up to me, you know?" Louis pressed his lips to Harry's in a quick peck before pulling away and continuing. "You're so pretty all the time. I was wondering how you didn't have a boyfriend, not that I mind, of course." Louis chuckled. "But how could someone not want you? It's quite annoying to think about how many people will want you when they see you. All of my men, they'll all want you for themselves," Louis snipped in annoyance, but then a thoughtful look appeared on his attractive face. "Maybe I should make sure no one would ever want to look at you again. That way, I'll be the only one to know the truth of what your beauty was until I took it away." Harry whimpered in fear as the man pulled a knife out of his pocket, holding it up to his cheek.
He skimmed the knife against the pale skin, causing Harry to close his eyes in fear. He gripped his towel tightly and braced himself for the pain, but it didn't come.
"But I suppose there is no need to be so drastic, they all know that if they even think about you in a way only I should, that they'll face a fate that'll make them beg for death." Louis pulled the knife away from Harry's face, putting it back in his pocket. Harry opened his eyes and watched as Louis' demonic smile faded into a thin line. It wasn't until Louis wiped the tear from his cheek that he knew he was crying. "That finally broke you into tears in front of me? Of all the other times you tried to stop me from seeing you cry, all those times you waited until I left, me threatening your face caused the river to flow? I figured that you weren't a vain person, but I guess I was wrong. That's a shame." Louis sighed. "Then again, you did cry when I stepped on that stupid spider, which was one of the most pathetic things I've ever seen. You're lucky that I already fell in love with you or I would have killed you by now." Harry glared up at him, his fighting spirit suddenly entering his body.
"Then fucking kill me! I would love to die at this point! And for your information, I wasn't afraid of becoming ugly! I was kidnapped, nearly frozen to death, starved for days, locked in a goddamn basement for so long I don't even know what day it is, and had a knife held to my face; of course, I'm going to fucking cry!" Harry screamed, letting tears fall down his face freely. "And who knows what the hell you're going to do to me! I don't understand why you had to take me of all fucking people! I-I just don't understand!" Harry sobbed, sitting back on the bed.
Louis looked down at him with cold eyes. He pushed Harry down onto his back, ripping the towel away from his body. He ran his hands over Harry's chest, letting his fingers scratch marks into the tattooed skin.
"This is part of the reason I took you. If you honestly don't know why I took you, you're not as smart as I thought you were. Why would someone kidnap someone as pretty as you?" Harry tried to push Louis away, but Louis pinned Harry's bound hands above his head with one of his. Louis glared down at him with eyes so menacing that Harry felt his face go white in fear. "You're poor, your father is a fucking crackhead, what else do you have to offer other than your body?" Louis chuckled coldly, leaning into Harry's neck.
"Fuck you, you're fucking psychotic." He felt Louis smile against his skin.
"Sorry, but I'll be the one fucking you." Louis bit down harshly on his neck causing the younger to let out a scream in pain. Louis pulled back with a smirk, looking at the mark his teeth left in the boy's flesh.
He pressed his lips harshly against the terrified boy's, moving his hand down under Harry's underwear. Harry's eyes widen in complete terror, tears began to stream down his face. He struggled to pull his hands free but to no avail.
'This can't be fucking happening, fuck, someone help me!' Harry screamed in his head.
Louis shoved his tongue inside of Harry's mouth, grinding onto Harry's leg. Harry thrashed around, trying to wiggle away from the stronger man's grip. Harry began to cry harder as Louis' hand began to wander and—
Suddenly, the door opened and a frantic and angered Zayn entered the room in a frenzy.
"Louis, they're here!"