Disconnected

'You should just give up, he obviously won't let you go.'

"Shut up! I'll find a way out!"

'That's funny! You're naked and shivering in your own filth and you're convinced you can make it out!'

'He's an idiot.'

'It's painfully pathetic.'

'Absolutely.'

"Just stop it! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Harry screamed as loud as his lungs would allow, gripping his knotted hair in anger.

'Just give up already.'

'Do what he wants.'

'Save us the pain of being in your fucked up head.'

'Either do what he says—'

'Or just die already.'

"Please, go away, go away, go away—" Harry sobbed, cry rocking back and forth with his knees to his chest and his head on his knees. He tugged at his hair lightly, tears streaming down his face.

He was finally beginning to lose his mind and he knew it.

******

Louis walked down to the basement with the lunch Zayn prepared and a bottle of water.

He sat them down on the table, unlocking the hatch to see Harry asleep, curled in a fetal position shivering. He grabbed the food and walked down the stairs, sitting down beside the boy. He placed the tray beside him and smiled fondly, taking his jacket off and placing it on him.

Harry couldn't possibly be human, no human could be as beautiful as him. Even as his tear-stained cheeks slowly lost their fat from lack of food and the dark circles appeared under his eyes from stress and loss of sleep, he was still as breathtaking as when Louis first saw him. He reached out and combed his fingers through the sleeping boy's greasy locks, smiling in admiration.

Harry began to stir when Louis' rough fingers continuously got caught on knots in his curls, his eyes slowly blinking open in a daze. He looked around the dark, musky smelling room that had been his home for almost a week and almost didn't remember what the outside of this room looked like. It was slowly fading from his mind, disappearing into his subconscious until it would forever be locked away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, love," Louis murmured, placing a kiss on the tired boy's forehead. Harry flinched, moving away once he realized who was talking to him. Louis frowned. He picked up the tray and placed it in front of his captive, pushing it towards him. The boy looked at it in complete distrust as he did everything in his place. Why wouldn't he? It'd probably be a concern if he didn't distrust everything that had to do with this man.

"If you eat and drink, I'll let you walk around the house, how does that sound? Maybe we'll even be able to give you a bath," Louis muttered, watching happily as Harry perked up a bit. Harry hesitantly took a bit of the bread that was on the tray and took a bite, slowly beginning to eat faster.

Louis stared at him, relief and joy filling his body. He watched as the boy ate like he would die if he didn't and Louis had to hold back a smirk. He got him to this point, this point of complete desperation.

And soon, it would be admiration and adoration.

"You know, I was really happy when Zayn told me you were eating. I know that this isn't how you wanted things to go with your life, but I promise, it's for the better," Louis muttered, reaching his hand out to brush a curl behind Harry's head, but he flinched, causing Louis to frown.

Harry looked away, taking a sip of the water.

"How could kidnapping someone and stuffing them in a quiet, dark room for a week make their life better? How the actual fuck does that make any sense?" Harry gritted out, glaring at his kidnapper. Louis opened his mouth, but Harry continued. "You took me from my entire life. You took me from my job, uni, my friends, my family—"

"Actually, your family is the reason I took you. Des, to be more specific. I took you to protect you from him." Harry's glare fell from his face and twisted into confusion. The two stared at each other in the small, dark room with the only light coming from the room above. Then, Harry broke the silence.

"What do you mean?" He questioned, watching in bewilderment as Louis stood up, offering Harry his hand. Harry stared at his hand, a battle raging in his mind. He wanted to leave this godforsaken prison he was kept in. He wanted to get a shower, he wanted to wear clothes other than the boxers he'd been wearing for six days. He needed to see the light and breathe fresh air that wasn't musky or stale.

He had to stretch his legs before he cut circulation off completely and they needed to be amputated. And Louis probably wouldn't be against the idea of doing it himself with how psychotic he was.

"Why don't we go on that walk now, hm?" Louis grinned, frightening Harry, but he needed to walk around. He was determined to find a way out of there and he needed to be able to walk to do that.

'Take his hand, moron!'

Harry flinched at the voice screaming inside his head, but took Louis' hand and let him pull him up, but he began to fall. He grabbed onto Louis as the older man grabbed his waist, holding on to him tightly. His legs were so weak.

'This is just sad.'

"I've got you, take your time," Louis murmured into his ear, making Harry shiver in disgust. He tried to put more pressure on his legs than on Louis but that only caused him to fall once again, making Louis grab his waist harder.

Louis chuckled slightly at him.

'He actually needs me now, for something as simple as walking,' Louis silently mused with a smile.

He was sickeningly proud of that.

Harry, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to punch the man in the face. How could someone be so messed up in the head that the fact that a person temporarily losing the ability to walk was funny? How could they find pleasure in causing something like that?

Harry took a deep breath of determination and began to walk, his legs shaky, but he was able to walk on his own. However, that didn't mean that Louis was going to let go of his waist and hand.

Louis helped him walk up the stairs.

'Useless.'

'Pitiful.'

'You're a complete waste of space.'

'Bitch can't even walk on his ow—'

Light.

As soon as Harry took a step outside of that dark hole of isolation and solitude, the voices ceased.

Harry let out a breath of relief and a small smile.

'Thank god,' he thought.

Louis led him further into the basement, guiding him over and up the stairs to the main hall before Harry had to take a break causing Louis to smirk.

"Tired already? Maybe we should put you back in your hole until you can actually make it upstairs to your room." Harry looked at him in anger and frustration, gasping for air.

The room around him was starting to spin, black spots dancing around his vision. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He needed to make it up the stairs, he couldn't go back down there. Not where the voices came to talk to him.

Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes, concentrating on his heartbeat. He felt it beating fast and willed it to go down and slowly, along with his heavy breathing, it went down.

He turned to the blue-eyed nightmare and glared.

"Let's go."

******

Zayn watched his target with sharp eyes as they moved about the restaurant. He was currently in the back corner in a booth, barely lit up by the hanging stained-glass light.

Gemma was quite popular. Many customers were requesting to be in her section and many of them were men. He scowled at the men that drooled over her curves as she walked by them, making disgusting gestures when she wasn't paying attention.

"Zayn? What are you doing here? Don't you usually work the second shift?" Gemma questioned as she stood in front of him, her eyes looking quite tired and hair fell from her ponytail onto her face.

She was beautiful even when she was exhausted, but her beauty didn't really compare to that of her brother.

But, beautiful she was nonetheless.

"I took the night off and decided to have dinner here. I wanted to see if you've heard from Harry yet." Gemma's tired smile fell from her face and her eyes watered.

"He said he couldn't take living with Dad anymore. I don't blame him for that at all, but he could have told me. We could have left together with Mom. How could he just leave us like that, and how dare he say goodbye in a fucking email instead of in person or even a fucking phone call," Gemma began to cry and Zayn felt so bad for her.

But he knew that if she were to find out the truth, it would only cause her more pain.

Zayn stood up and gathered her in his arms, rubbing her back to try and calm her down.

"It's okay, he needs to find his way right now, but I'm sure he'll be back." Gemma cried harder because she didn't believe a word he said.

And neither did he.