Battlefield

Louis looked over at Zayn with an annoyed expression, his eyes filled with irritation.

"Who the fuck is here, Zayn? We were in the middle of something here," he sneered, his hand tightening around Harry's wrist making him whimper. Harry stared at Zayn pleadingly, hoping he would somehow be able to get Louis off of him, to get him away from him. However, Zayn didn't even spare him a passing glance or acknowledge the situation which was out of character for him.

"It's Leo." Harry felt Louis tense from where he was on top of him, anger immediately radiating off of him. He removed himself from the trembling boy that was beneath him and began to talk to Zayn sharply.

"Where is he? He should know not to come here unless he has a death wish," Louis snarled, storming toward the door. "Take him downstairs, I'll be down in a minute," Louis barked out, rushing out of the room.

Harry watched him leave, completely astounded. He had never seen Louis like that. Louis has been cruel and cold towards him before, but he never heard him talk with such anger and dominance before. He reminded him of a lion getting ready to lead his pride into a hunt.

Why the hell did he find him so attractive at that moment? The fact horrified and disgusted him.

Zayn rushed over to Harry and tugged him to his feet harshly. He grabbed the clothes that Louis had picked out and rushed to help Harry get changed before ushering him out of the room.

"C'mon, we don't have much time. Let's go," Zayn commands, pulling Harry out of the room quickly.

"Zayn, s-slow down—"

"We can't slow down, we have to get you somewhere safe." Harry struggled to keep up with Zayn in his weakened state.

Zayn tugged Harry down to the basement only for the boy to start resisting.

"N-No, Zayn—" Harry tried to pry Zayn's hand away from his wrists, "—Zayn, I-I can't go back in t-there. The voice—the voices will come back, Zayn, I-if I go back!" Harry began to hit Zayn as hard as he could when they got to the door. "N-No! Don't make me go back there! No, Zayn, no!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking and screaming as if he was being sent to his death.

"Harry, it's to keep you safe—"

"I can't take the voices! They only come when it's dark Zayn don't put me back in the darkness!" Harry begged as he tried to tug away from Zayn once again. Zayn got the hatch open only for Harry to start screaming louder as if the thought of being back in the darkroom was physically torturing him.

"Harry, we don't have time—" Harry kicks Zayn in the chest, catching him off guard. He fell to the ground, nearly falling into the hole that had become Harry's personal hell.

Harry turned to run, prepare to take out anything that got in his way, but there were two sets of arm grabbing him, one set on each of his arms as he struggled.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go—"

"Time to go to sleep, Queen. I'll be back for you once it's safe," Louis whispered soothingly, piercing a needle into Harry's left arm.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go—" Harry continued to fight until he eventually began to feel tired, his eyes closing without his permission.

"Let... me.... g-go—"

******

"Goddamn, he can put up a fight for being so weak. Would've sent me to the hospital if I would have fallen down those stairs," Zayn muttered angrily, not understanding how terrified Harry was of going back into that hole.

"Focus. He has men surround us everywhere. Logan sent out an alarm and Ryan, Michael, and Viktor are already on their way. We have everything secured for now, but I'm not sure how long we can hold them," Louis muttered angrily, picking Harry up gently and walking him down into the room. He sat him down on a blanket he had brought down and covered him up with another.

He sighed and brushed Harry's freshly cleaned hair away from his face.

"I'll make sure you're safe. Don't wake up before I come back or the after-effects of the drugs will have you going insane," Louis whispered in amusement, looking down at Harry's lips. He leaned down and pressed their lips together. He bit down on the boy's lip harshly, drawing blood from the plump lips with a satisfied smirk. He licked his lips and got up, leaving Harry reluctantly.

"Throw the rug over it, but don't lock it. The lock will give the door away, he shouldn't wake up before we take care of this, anyway. Let's go kill this annoying little bitch."

******

Everything was spinning. His head felt like someone was hitting him with a hammer over and over again. He tried to sit up but he fell back down again. He looked around as his eyes slowly began to clear up. He looked around only for his heart to drop when he realized he was in the dark prison that was slowly taking his sanity every minute he was in it.

'Look who finally decided to wake up.'

'God, pull yourself together.'

'Piece of shit.'

"No!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs, gripping his hair so tightly strands began to come out. He staggered up the stairs blindly and frantically, pushing on the door as hard as he could. He expected it to stay shut, for him to have to hit it with his entire body and it still not open, but it did.

It shot wide open.

'What the fuck—'

Harry let out a laugh of relief, scrambling up the cold cement stairs and into the room where the tiny light bulb provided enough light to get rid of the horrible voices. He willed himself to calm down, taking deep, calming breaths. He felt his heart start to beat slower, the adrenaline from his fear beginning to disappear until his mind was in a sweet serenity of peace.

Well, that was until he realized he was still a prisoner and that even though he escaped from the lion's den, he still had to walk through this prison he was being kept in.

He shivered at the cold air but didn't want to walk back into the black abyss the blanket that had covered his body when he was unconscious. Now that he was calm, he noticed the slight pounding in his head, the pain on his lip, and how extremely dry his throat was. His stomach felt like it the acid in it was poking holes through the lining, trying to claw its way out of his body.

He fell down onto the cold cement, grabbing his head as the pounding became worse. He wanted nothing more than to lay down and die with how horrible he felt and he did. He laid down in the fetal position, willing the pain or his life to leave.

But then he felt the whole house shake.

It felt like an earthquake was shaking the entire house until it was ready to collapse. But then it ceased a few seconds later.

"I need to get out of here. T-This may be my only chance!" Harry grunts out to himself, clutching his stomach as he moves to stand. One arm on the ground to balance himself until his legs no longer felt like jello.

He staggered towards the wooden stairs, climbing them slowly with one hand helping him balance once again.

He gets to the door, taking a deep breath before he slowly turned the knob. He went to open the door slowly, but a sharp, throbbing pain in his head made him fall and the door to swing open with it.

"Shit—" The sound of glass shattering interrupted his thoughts and pain and the smell of smoke entered his nose. He looked up to see smoke on the ceiling and a window broken to his right.

The sounds of gunshots were going off and if Harry could feel anything other than pain, he would definitely be overwhelmed and terrified.

He glanced around to see people running around outside, taking cover behind the stone pieces that were scattered around the mansion as decoration. Harry noticed a man who seemed to be giving everyone orders, and he certainly wasn't Louis. But he certainly must be the "King" of those guys like Louis was to his men.

"Oh god, did I really just call him 'King'?" Harry muttered in annoyance at himself.

He and the men must be the "them" Zayn was talking about when he saved him from the nightmare that was about to happen.

Harry walked toward the front door, which surprisingly had only one lock on it. What would Louis do if Harry got out and escaped? Then, Harry had such an unpleasant thought that made him want to cry. Obviously, Louis had some way of tracking him down if he got out or had a way to make sure he wouldn't leave or have the chance to leave this horrid house.

Harry coughed harshly as smoke continued to fill his lungs and he unlocked the door. He swung the heavy door open and the gunshots and yelling got louder.

"Fucking aim you idiots!"

"Storm inside the house!"

"Don't let them past the gate!"

Harry gasped for a fresh breath of air and slowly began to breathe properly. However, his breathing hadn't really been proper since he was taken to the cage he was trapped in.

Harry scanned the scene with his eyes, finding them landing on the same man once again.

But this time, the guy was looking back at him with what seemed like confusion or astonishment on his face.

"Harry!" It was Zayn's voice, but he saw the man mouth it at the same time. His eyes stayed glued to the suddenly familiar looking man, not noticing the pinch in his arm until Zayn had injected him with something.

"I'm so sorry, I need to do this to protect you. I'm so sorry..." Harry didn't spare Zayn, only trying to figure out where he saw that face as his vision faded to black.