Wear Me Out

It was busy as soon as Harry walked downstairs to the first floor. There were men Harry didn't know rushing around the house, glancing at him before quickly glancing away.

'I guess they know about Oliver and George,' Harry thought, glancing around with a blank mind. Louis wasn't there when he woke up to people stomping outside of his door.

Not that he really minded. Louis had been staying in his room with him every night since that traumatizing night two weeks ago and he's really getting sick of being with him all the time.

He stopped in the main hallway, looking to the right at the front door longingly. He wanted nothing more than to run away. But he turned to the left and into the kitchen, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away with all of these people even if he wanted to try and escape.

He pulled his sleeves over his hands and walked towards the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. Louis stopped keeping him chained up two days after the incident, knowing that Harry had no energy or will to try and escape at the moment. Or the fact that he saw the memory of Oliver's head staring at him from the ground every time he closed his eyes. Harry wouldn't have even left the room if he wasn't so thirsty.

"Harry?" Harry spun around to see Zayn standing behind him with papers in both hands. His face showed the confusion and concern he felt, but Harry didn't understand why he would be concerned.

"I don't have the energy to run away," the depressed boy sighed, sitting down at the island counter. He knew that Zayn was confused as to why he was roaming about freely with no supervision, and that was really all that it was. He was too tired emotionally to try and run away.

He just didn't care anymore.

"Still—"

"Where's King at?" Harry inquired, not paying attention to the flabbergasted look that the tan lad wore. Whether it was from the fact that he wanted to know where Louis was or the fact that he called him King, Harry wasn't sure. All he knew was that he didn't really care how Zayn felt about it.

He doesn't care about anything.

He doesn't know why he started to call Louis 'King' but it began a few days ago. He guessed that hearing everyone call him that just sunk into his mind and he just started it. All he knew was that Louis kissed him passionately in joy the first time he called him it.

"He's up in his study, he doesn't want anyone disturbing him." Harry nodded, grabbing his water and left the kitchen without another word to Zayn. He ambled up the stairs, counting each one as he went up the three flights of stairs. There was the basement which Harry refuses to ever walk by. Then there's the first floor with the two living rooms, the dining room, a closet filled with weapons, and the kitchen that led to the backyard. Next was the second floor which held his room along with Zayn's room(that he only stayed in when he was over late), guest rooms, a weaponry. The third and final floor belonged to Louis and only Zayn and Harry were allowed on that floor. Louis' room was up there as well as his office, a weaponry, a work out room and a room that no one is allowed into.

As far as he knew, Zayn was the only one other than Louis that had ever been up there before Harry was taken. And now, Harry's allowed to explore as much as he wanted because Louis knew that he wouldn't leave.

Harry reached the final floor, walking towards Louis' office without a thought. He knocked on the wooden door, his eyes finding the locked door at the end of the hall. At first, he wondered what was in there, but decided that it was probably a horrible room to enter.

If it's locked, it's something Louis doesn't want anyone to see and that's a scary thought considering what he does want people to see.

"Come in," Louis' voice said and Harry entered, shutting the door quietly. "I don't want to be disturbed." Louis snapped, not looking up from his piles of paper.

"Should I come back later, then?" Harry quesioned, not moving from his spot by the door. Louis looked up and smiled at the boy, pushing his glasses up.

"No, I'll gladly be disturbed by you." Louis watched as Harry moved further into the room, glancing at his still thinning body. He stopped eating full meals again, but he isn't starving himself like he had been which Louis is grateful for. "I'm glad to see you out of bed, baby, I didn't think that you'd ever get up." Harry shrugged, looking at the bookshelf Louis had.

"I was thirsty and bored," he answered simply, looking over at the man who was watching his every move. Louis motioned him over, patting his lap. Harry did as he was told, placing the bottle on the desk and sitting on his captor's lap, resting his head back on his shoulder. "And I've been up, you just have been couped up in here so you didn't notice." Louis hummed in response, hooking his chin over Harry's shoulder.

"Should I get you some games to play? Any books you'd like to read? What would you like?" Harry's lifeless eyes didn't move from the mahogany desk as Louis rested a hand on his bum and the other resting his palm on his thigh, his fingers making their way between his thighs.

"Music." It was the first emotion he's shown other than his fear when he woke up from the recurring nightmare. Longing. True longing. He longed to go to the door earlier, yes, but this type of longing was stronger and more desperate than anything. He doesn't know why he's no longer as desperate as he was to leave, but he just didn't care anymore.

Louis nodded.

"I'll get you an iPod or something, let you download whatever music you want. Although, I hope you realize that I won't allow you to have anything other than music on there." Harry nodded, looking up at Louis.

"Thank you." He looked into Louis' lustful eyes and didn't flinch when Louis cupped his cheek. Louis brought Harry's face close to his so their lips were nearly brushing. Harry didn't pull away.

"Anything to keep you happy." Louis leaned in, pressing their lips together. Harry doesn't try to push him away, only letting Louis do as he pleased so he would keep his end of the deal. Harry began to kiss him back displeased, hating every second.

Louis deepened the kiss, turning Harry around so the boy was straddling him. He placed his hands on Harry's hips and forced him to grind down, making them both get hard. Harry blamed it on his teenage hormones.

"Have you ever had sex, Harry?" Louis whispered against his lips, forcing Harry to grind on him harder. Harry nodded.

"Yeah," he said truthfully, moving on his own. It had been a while before he was kidnapped that he had gotten any pleasure from another person and it felt nice to be touched after so long. But he still couldn't get rid of the disgust he felt along with the pleasure as he did what Louis wanted him to do.

"How many guys?" Louis asked, unbuckling Harry's pants as well as his own.

"1." Harry rested his head against Louis' shoulder at the older man grabbed them both in his hand and began to jack them both off together. His other hand went down to Harry's entrance, pushing a dry finger in. Harry bit his lip in pain but didn't make a sound. He didn't want to give Louis more pleasure than he was already giving him.

"Fuck, baby, love you so much," Louis whispered, moving down to Harry's neck to suck marks into the pale skin. Harry bit his lip and said nothing, only whimpering as he came with Louis following a few seconds after. Louis kissed the dark mark on Harry's neck and smiled at him.

"Go to my room and clean yourself off. I want you to wait in there for me, okay?"

Harry nodded.

"I love you."

'I don't care.'