Ready To Run

Everyone was currently running around trying to get everything ready for Louis and Zayn's departure. Except for Louis, who had been beside Harry watching everyone scramble around to get everything done on time. While Louis was laughing at everyone being so frantic, Harry's eyes wouldn't leave Zayn.

Harry knew that Zayn was uncomfortable with all the staring he was doing, but Harry couldn't help it. Not after the conversation he had with Louis.

******

"I didn't, Zayn did." Harry couldn't even begin to try and process what Louis just said. Zayn? Zayn of all people gave him the one room without a lock on the window? Of course, he may not have known about it, but Zayn wasn't dumb enough to not know every feature about a room before putting a hostage in it.

He would think of every possibility and looked at every detail so there's no way in hell he would miss something big like that when choosing a room.

"Z-Zayn did?" Louis hummed, pressing a kiss to his neck. "Why Zayn? W-Why this room?" Louis shrugged.

"Not sure, Zayn and I had this house built after we bought this plot of land so we would get what we wanted but I was busy so I let him take care of the details. This room used to be his since it's the nicest other than mine but he insisted that you have it. I'm not sure why though, the other rooms are also nice so I'm not sure why he chose this room for you. Why?" Harry couldn't think of an answer to that so he just didn't answer. Louis is asleep a few seconds later anyway.

******

Zayn knew every detail of that house because he had a part in building it. That room was Zayn's room before Harry came along so there was absolutely zero chance of him not knowing about the window.

Zayn walked over to them and ignored Harry's stare, only looking at Louis. George was at his side, refusing to look at Harry or Louis.

"Everything's ready. The men have already either gone home or started going to the airport. We should head out now." Louis nodded, turning to face Harry. Harry looked over at him and suddenly, the man had their lips locked together passionately. Hands wandered down to his bum as Louis shoved his tongue inside of Harry's mouth making Harry let out a small whimper before Louis disconnected their lips. The lust was clear in Louis' eyes and Harry was kind of grateful for this business trip.

At least, until Niall comes back.

"I'll see you when I get back, Doll," Louis whispered, squeezing Harry's bum before he turned to leave, nodding at Zayn to follow him.

Zayn finally met Harry's eyes and gave him a small smile. He walked over to him, putting his mouth next to Harry's ear.

"Stay in your room once Niall arrives and don't leave. If you need food or water, George knows to get it for you. And good luck," he said before he pulled away, nodding at George before it was just the two of them.

Harry watched silently as they walk out the door. Harry, not speaking a word to George, rushed upstairs and to his room. As soon as the cars are out of sight, he began his escape plan. He ran over to the bed and picked up the crowbar, grabbing the rope and rushed to escape before Niall arrived.

But as he was tying the rope to his doorknob and then bedpost, he realized something.

'I need to make sure that George doesn't come in here for any reason.' Harry thought, completely irritated that he didn't think of that. And for the fact that he was going to have to talk to the guy after basically being the reason his slimeball friend is dead.

He let out a deep breath before untying the rope and re-hiding it as well as the crowbar. He walked out of the room, desperate to talk to George quickly.

"Harry." George's voice from behind him made him jump, the tone he used frightening him. He's never heard George use a tone like that. So sad and empty. Harry turned to see his eyes looking exactly how he sounded. Empty.

"G-George. I wanted to tell you that I will be getting a shower and then spending the rest of the night in my room. I don't need any food. Goodnight." Harry spoke coldly, turning around and beginning his walk back upstairs.

"Harry, wait!" George snapped desperately. Harry turned around to see George with tears in his eyes, his right hand gripping his shirt tightly. "I-I need you to stop avoiding me, please," George said with glistening eyes. Harry stared at him, taken back. That was the last thing that he thought he would ever hear from him. He figured that he would want to cuss him out or hurt him, but begging for him to stop avoiding him was the last thing he expected.

"W-What?" Harry stuttered, stepping back when George advanced, only to stop when he saw Harry retreat.

"I-I know that Oliver said that I was the one that t-touched you, but I—" he bit his lip, stepping towards a frozen Harry. "—I promise that I would never do that! Not to anyone! It's disgusting and horrible and he deserved what you and the King did to him! I-I don't blame you at all and I don't know why you're avoiding me, but please, please don't anymore. The only other decent person here is Zayn and I can't talk to him without being scared shitless. I—" Harry stared at him baffled, the bewildered look on his face scaring George. "I—"

"I know you didn't touch me," he told him, watching him closely. "That's why you aren't dead." Harry flinched at his own words, wondering when the hell he became okay with saying something like that so easily. "I was just trying to stay away from you because I'm the reason your best friend is dead," George flinched this time, but Harry honestly didn't feel anything. Why does he feel so indifferent all of a sudden?

"H-He deserved it! You aren't the first person he's done it too." George bit his lip, fiddling with his hands. Harry could hear it in his tone, Oliver did it to him too. His shaking hands and pale face gave it away.

But the amount of sympathy he felt toward him is nothing compared to what it should be. They've both been through the same thing but Harry didn't feel pity for George or himself.

Shit happens.

Besides, he's trying to escape which may end up in George getting killed or tortured.

And he still feels nothing.

"Well, then that asshole got what was coming to him and I'm not sorry." Harry watched as George's scared demeanor change and he was smiling softly at Harry.

'If only he knew.'

'Poor bastard.'

Harry pays no mind to the voices, not questioning why they were out when he wasn't in the hole.

He was too focused on getting the hell out of there.

"Well, I'm going to go now, I'm glad we got that all settled." Harry faked a smile, nodding at George who walked away grinning.

"Pathetic," Harry mumbled, shaking his head. When did he get so cruel and harsh?

'As soon as the King took you.'

'That's when you started to loose your empathy.'

'You're turning into him, haha!'

Harry rolled his eyes at the voices, finding them more annoying than anything.

He walked up the stairs and hurried into his bathroom. He turned on the shower and sink full blast to mask the noise of the window. He grabbed the tool and opened the window easier than he had the last time, smiling to himself.

'Almost free of these psychopaths.'

He tied the to rope on the bed frame post, tugging on it to make sure that it held. He threw the rope out the window and shimmied himself down, quickly lowering himself onto the ground. He jumped onto the grass and made a break for it.

He didn't think this very far, but he did know that he was going to climb the fence, regardless of the barb wire.

The pain he'd feel to escape wouldn't even compare to what Louis would put him through.

It was an easy choice.

He grabbed onto the metal poles and desperately tried to lift himself up and as he began to climb, a hand pulled on his shirt, tugging him down into arms.

"You can't leave, Queen, I'm sorry," George whispered in his ear, sounding so sad and regretful as he picked Harry up who was screaming and cursing the fact that George was even born. He felt him flinching, whether it was from the harsh words or Harry's weight, he doesn't know. He is underweight for his size but he's still taller than George.

"Fucking let me go or I swear to god I'll kill you!" Harry sneered, as the older man carried him into the house and upstairs. He sounded so threatening, but both knew that he couldn't ever do something like that.

'Why not? It could be fun.'

"Shut up!" Harry screamed, completely infuriated with the stupid voices.

"I-I didn't say anything."

"Not you dumbass!" Harry screamed, but suddenly George sat him on the bed in one of the rooms where the window locked with a key.

"I'm going to tell Prince about what happened." Harry's eyes widen in anger.

"You better fucking not—"

"I have to tell either him or King. Prince may not even tell King so telling him is your best bet. I'm just trying to look out for both of us." Harry's anger immediately dissipated and sadness took over.

"If you were looking out for me, you'd let me leave," Harry cried, tears falling from his face.

"But I couldn't and you know that." Harry sniffles, but nods, tears still clouding his eyes as he calmed down.

Why is his mood changing so rapidly?

"I-I'm going to go to sleep. I want you to leave please." George laughed.

"Why do you think I'd leave you alone after what you just pulled?" Harry bite his lip to stop from crying.

"Because I'm too tired to leave and I've never been in here before so there's only two exists I know of and both are locked so please just leave!" George's mocked smile vanished and he sighed.

"Fine, just don't do anything stupid to get us both killed." Harry heard the door shut and the lock from the outside lock. He grabbed a pillow and cuddled into it tightly, sobbing.

"I-I lost my one chance to escape." He cried to himself, his heart breaking into microscopic shreds.

"I-I want to die," he sobbed to himself, his tears ceasing a few moments later.

Why did those four words calm him so much?

******

Harry woke up with puffy eyes and nothing in his heart. He felt completely empty and he didn't know what to do. There was a strange smell coming from outside the room. He felt like it was tell him to follow it.

He felt like he was in a dream. His head spun when he sat up and he felt like he was walking on clouds every step he took to the door. He turned the knob, not expecting it to open, but it did.

"This has to be a dream," he muttered sleepily, stumbling a bit from how exhausted he was. He followed the smell up to the top floor, his eyelids feeling heavy.

He walked down the hallway and his eyes were drawn to the black door.

Harry glances at the black door curiously, biting his lip as he walked closer to it. Now that Louis wasn't home to completely shut down the thoughts, he wondered what was behind that locked door.

The mystery behind it intrigued him the more he thought about it. Louis was never really one to not tell him something if he asked, but whenever this door was brought up, Louis gave nothing away.

Perhaps it was because Harry was just tired and in a dream like state that he was craving to see the other side of the black door. Not only that, but the smell was coming from inside.

He moved towards the door with light steps, not wanting George to interrupt him once again.

He put his hand on the knob, turning it even though he knew the outcome.

But suddenly, a pale hand was on top of his, stopping his movements. Another hand came up to his waist and held on to it tightly.

"Curiosity killed the cat you know," Niall whispered in his ear. He felt like water splashed onto his face and woke him from his dream. Harry froze in his spot, his body trembling as Niall whispered in his ear. "I can show you what's behind that door, if you ask nicely like a good boy." Niall took Harry's hand away from the door and lace their fingers together. 

"C-Can you show me what's inside, please?" Harry whispered even though he didn't want to be anywhere near this man. He felt so weird. His head became foggy as Niall smirked.

"That's a good boy."