The Beginning

Harry could barely see anything in the dark room. He kept imagining that there was something moving in the darkness but every time he snapped his head to see what it was it, there would be nothing, just the blackness. It was unnerving that Harry had essentially lost his sight.

If only a little bit of light would shine through a crack or a hole, he would feel a little bit more at ease.

He didn't move from his bent position with his legs folded close to his chest and his arms tightly wrapped around himself. He felt his feet go numb but he was finally warm and he didn't want to ruin that.

He couldn't believe this was happening. He never ever thought anything like this would happen to him. Wasn't his shitty family life enough? Wasn't the endless years of pain of his teen years enough to last him a lifetime? Losing someone so important to him wasn't enough? Now, some freak kidnapped him?Why couldn't he just have some peace?

Harry always heard about those wild stories where a mysterious yet charming stranger you meet would end up being a murderer but Harry never even thought that could happen to him. It was never even a possibility in his mind.

In a situation where he's sitting in a stranger's basement; no food nor light and only his mind to keep him company.

And his mind wasn't great company, either. He kept thinking of horrible things Louis could do to him.

Would Louis kill him? Probably, not. He basically said that he would have already done it. Torture him? Just keep him here forever? Those seemed more likely, as much as he didn't want to think about it. Would he ask for money in exchange for his freedom? It didn't seem to be the case.

Would he rape him?

Harry shuddered. That and Louis keeping him forever seemed to be the most likely answers. Louis did kiss him earlier. It was everything he never imagined it to be. His lips were chapped and he was so forceful. That alone was enough for Harry to think about his shirt being ripped off him and his hair being harshly tugged on as he tried to escape from Louis' wandering hands, touching places Harry wished he never would.

Taking in a large breath and harshly closing his eyes, Harry shook his head, begging himself to not think of being raped. He didn't need those images in his mind, he needed to stay sane and patient.

Instead, brown eyes flash in the darkness and Harry's heart sinks even further into his stomach. He missed him so much, maybe it would have all been okay if he would have just stayed.

He knew that wouldn't have saved him anyway.

It's clear that Louis wanted him, and nothing would have stopped him from taking him. That much was clear to Harry

Harry looked up to where he presumed the door was. He sat there for a long time, watching the door aimlessly until finally, he dragged his sleeves down to cover his hands and slowly stood up.

His legs felt shaky and his head suddenly began to pound as he remembered hitting it on the concrete floor when Louis chucked him in here like a rag doll. Louis said he wouldn't hurt him and now look at Harry's situation.

Ignoring the pain on the back of his head, Harry stood straighter, trying to balance himself in the dark. His arms were outstretched, fingers straight and slowly, he walked to where he hoped the door was. The dark room intimidated Harry as he tried to pick up the pace, not anticipating bumping into a wall.

Harry groaned and placed his palms flat against the wall, bowing his head closer as he felt a sharp pain to his forehead, where it was hit by the wall. He clutched onto the wall and used that as his guide to get around the room.

He stumbled over his feet a couple of times and knew he was walking extremely slow even though it didn't feel like it. Harry almost cried due to how suffocating everything felt. He had no sense of direction, he could he see anything, and it was so silent. He didn't know if the room was big or small. He didn't know if there was anything else in the room. He didn't know if Louis was watching him secretly and that scared the shit out of him. Harry couldn't even see his own hands in front of him.

He carefully let go of the walk and sighed heavily, giving up. He leaned back on the wall and slid down, sitting on the cold floor.

How long was he here for?

Another sigh escaped his mouth, this time shaky and full of regret and melancholy.

Harry felt as if this won't be the last time he'll feel like this. Even if he's out of here and free, he'll still feel melancholic. It'll hurt him mentally, absolutely.

******

"Have you feed him, at least?"

Louis looked up at Zayn, tilting his head as he went back through his day. When was the last time Harry ate? Looking back at it, perhaps it was before Harry got to work today. Louis quickly checked his clock, the time read a few minutes past eight, just been three hours since Harry was officially his. Truthfully, ever since Louis laid his eyes on Harry, Harry had already been his.

"Well, no, he was being disobedient." Louis turned off his phone and looked at the man opposite him, who sighed and shook his head. "What?" He asked Zayn.

"You're being ridiculous. Just give him food, I'm sure he gets it now," Zayn replied.

"Don't tell me what to do." Louis placed his palms flat on the sofa armrest and clenched his jaw.

"Do what you want, whatever." Zayn drank the remains of his beer and crunched the can in his palm effortlessly. "Let's go smoke."

"Yes, boss," Louis snarked and immediately got off the sofa.

"Whatever." Zayn laughed. "How long is he going to be there? Can he even hear us?"

"For as long as I want. And no, he can't. It's just him and his mind."