Save Myself

Harry lost track of how long it had been since Louis left, but judging but the moon now high in the sky, Harry guessed it had been awhile. Harry was still in the same spot, dirty and feeling disgusted. Louis told him not to leave the room but Harry wanted nothing more than to do so.

He needed to get fresh air to clear his head but of course, that's not a luxury he had any more.

He couldn't control or understand his thoughts anymore. He didn't understand why his heartbeat quickened when he saw Louis. It had before, but that was in fear, this was different. It was so, so different.

Harry forced his limbs to move and got off the bed, cringing at how gross his body felt. He walked slowly to the bathroom attached to Louis' bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He could see his ribs, the amount of food he's been eating isn't nearly what he used to eat when he was at home and that was never a lot. He isn't ever really hungry anymore, but he doesn't want to make Louis angry. He's had a taste of how nice Louis can actually be and he doesn't want that to go away. He doesn't want Louis to be cruel to him anymore.

He turned the water on and hopped in the shower, wiping the dried cum and sweat off of his body slowly. He stared at the tiles on the wall and wondered if he should just give in. He's been fighting Louis for who knows how long and he doesn't want to go back to how he was originally treated.

He hadn't been in the hole for a few weeks now and he doesn't ever want to risk going back there. Louis hadn't forced him to hurt anyone else, he hadn't hurt Harry.

Besides, Gemma was looking for him. She had to be, she knew him better than anyone. She knew that he wouldn't run away and leave behind all of his responsibilities.

So maybe being good until she came for him was in his best interest for right now.

'Maybe I could get Zayn to see how she's doing. See if she's okay. Then again, he could just tell Louis that I asked him to do that for me and getting onto Louis' naughty list is the last thing I want. Although, Zayn doesn't seem like the guy to do that if I beg hard enough.' Harry thought to himself as he washed his hair.

Zayn was a person Harry didn't know if he could trust or not. Zayn seemed too kind to be in a world like this. Louis was made for this world, he was a perfect fit for it. Zayn, however, seemed like he was forced into this world without a choice. He was always kind to Harry and he always comforted him. Harry felt that they could be friends with how kind he is.

Despite all of that though, Zayn was apart of this world. Zayn was Louis' best friend and even though he seemed like a normal guy who was forced into a cruel world like Harry was, he had and still does have the choice to leave and he doesn't.

And that's why Harry can't fully trust him, even if he wished that he could.

'Maybe I'll just tell him that I need to know they're okay so I can move on. That should work, no one here thinks I'm smart enough or brave enough to try and manipulate either Zayn or Louis.' Harry knew that Louis and Zayn both underestimated him. Leaving him alone isn't a very smart thing to do considering he's found about a hundred ways to escape if only he had a few simple things.

He could tie all of Louis' blankets together and climb out the window if only all the windows in the house didn't have a lock on it.

He could escape out the back door if only Harry could get his hands on a screwdriver to take the screws out of the metal gate in the back, or if they didn't lock up the ladder in that damn shed. Harry couldn't ever imagine going back inside there after what happened.

He could also go out through the front door if only he could sleep by himself at night.

Harry turned the knob and got out of the shower, not caring that drops of water were freely dropping onto the floor. He grabbed the towel that was hanging on the door and dried himself off quickly, wanting to find Zayn as quickly as possible.

After getting dressed, he quickly made his way out of the hall, trying to sneakily make his way past Louis' door without him noticing. He was allowed to leave, but he didn't want Louis to call him in and distract him from his mission.

Harry paused outside of the door, however, hearing hushed voices talking inside of Louis' office. The door was cracked enough for him to slightly see that it was Zayn who was inside talking with Louis, not that he thought it'd be anyone else.

'Well, there goes talking to him now.' He thought annoyed but moved closer. He looked inside, now being able to hear their discussion through the door.

"What about Gemma? Has she back off yet or do I need to take care of her?" Louis asked his lips in a thin line. Zayn let out a sigh, shifting in his seat.

"She said she couldn't look for him anymore. It was too emotionally and physically draining for her and Anne to continue to constantly look for him. And since Des has a drug problem, Harry leaving only leaves them with less money so they can't take any more time off of work." Harry bit his lip to stop himself from making a noise. He slowly backed up, not being able to take any more.

He ran down the hallway with tears in his emerald eyes, his breathing becoming labored. He ran into his room and locked the door, running and collapsing on the bed.

"H-How could they give up? I-I thought they loved me, how could they?!" Harry sobbed, reality finally set in.

No one is looking for him, no one is going to save him. He's going to be stuck here with Louis in the underworld of London as his Queen and no one can save him from that.

Harry turns his head to look at the window, the moonlight shining through beautifully. As he stared at the floating rock, he calmed down. And then he noticed something. He got off the bed and moved over to the windows, flipping the lock on it. Every other window in the house had a lock that needed a key to open, but his doesn't.

Why would Louis put him in a room where the window is unlockable without a key? Why is there even one?

He tried lifting the window, but it was stuck and it only budged slightly. He let out a huff in annoyance, lifting it enough to get his hands underneath in an opening. He used all of his strength but it made no difference. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips in frustration.

He looked around his room for something he could use, but nothing was small enough to fit in the opening.

'How can I be so close yet so far?' Harry thought to himself angrily. He paced in his room before he got an idea. He went over to his door and peeked out into the hallway. Once he saw that it was clear, he crept out and made his way to the weapons room. He punched the code in quickly, closing the door behind him quickly.

They underestimated him so much, he's found so many ways out and he's even figured out the code to one of the weaponry rooms.

He just needed to find the right time to make his move and now was the time.

He learned the code from watching people punch it in when he wasn't looking, knowing that Louis would never give him the code to a room like that. He looked around frantically, smiling when he saw a crowbar. He looked around and his smile turned bigger when he saw the rope. He grabbed that as well, hiding them under his shirt before exiting the room, hurrying back to the bedroom.

He just prayed that Louis was too busy to see him in the cameras.

He locked his door and took the crowbar, putting it under the small opening. He pushed down on the handle when it was secure and the window shot open after a few good pushes.

"I can't believe that worked." Harry smiled in complete disbelief, but it diminished as he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. He hid the crowbar under the bed and the rope inside his pillowcase, wanting to keep them separated in case Louis found one. If he had one or the other, he could still escape. He ran over to the window and shut it quietly, it got stuck a few times, but it was a lot smoother closing it than opening it.

Harry ran to the door and unlocked it before he ran back to bed, climbing under the covers as Louis opened the door.

Louis smirked at him, his eyes a bit red.

"Hey, baby, whatcha doing down here? I thought I told you to stay in my bedroom," Louis taunted, a slight stumble in his step.

He was high.

Harry kept his eyes on Louis as the man began to undress, leaving him naked before Harry. The captive boy turned his head away while a blush covered his cheeks. Louis chuckled, climbing onto the bed and on top of Harry.

Harry hated to admit it, but Louis was the most attractive and fit person he's ever met. Everything about him was visually appealing from his eyes and cheekbones, his strong arms and toned torso. His tan skin was beautiful and the look Louis was giving Harry made him tingle all over.

Harry hated it.

"It was t-too hot upstairs." Harry lied, letting out a gasp when Louis pressed his lips to his neck. Harry moved his head to give him more access without even realizing it, pleasing Louis greatly.

"Well, it's about to be even hotter in here." Louis pressed his lips harshly against Harry's, prying the boy's mouth open. Harry flinched, but gave in easily, kissing Louis back as the older man grinded down on him. He's only human and he may as well enjoy it.

Louis chuckled a bit, but got off of Harry, confusing the boy.

"As much as I'd love to fuck the shit out of you right now, I do need to be up quite early tomorrow and I do need to get my rest. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you when I get back," Louis promised, pressing a kiss to Harry's curls as he flipped him on his side, spooning him from behind.

Harry bit his lip as his eyes drifted to the lock.

"Can I ask you a question, King?" Harry asked quietly, only earning a hum as a response. "Why did you pick this room for me?" Harry's eyes widen in shock at Louis' reply.

"I didn't, Zayn did."