In My Blood

Niall hadn't left him alone all day.

The only time Harry got a break from this torture was when the other man went to get food or went to the bathroom.

But Harry didn't get any of that.

Harry hasn't eaten in days and between that and the horrible state his body is in, he can barely try to fight Niall off.

He just has to sit there, tied up and naked, and wait for Niall to return with whatever tortuous plan he has next.

But he can't think about that really because he's just so thirsty. Niall hasn't given him water since he locked him up and he can feel it. It's only been two days—he thinks—but he's never wanted water so much in his life. Even when Louis first kept him in that hell of a hole, he still gave him a bit of water to drink every now and then. His entire mind can only focus on how dry his throat feels.

He heard the door open but his ears only heard 'water' echoing in his mind.

"So weak," Niall muttered but walked over to Harry with a glass in his hand. He played with Harry's greasy locks and smirked as Harry looked up at him with desperate eyes.

"Water." That was all he could mutter out, his eyes trained on the glass held in front of him.

"You want some?" Niall teases, pulling Harry's head back by his curls and bringing the glass to his lips.

Harry eagerly drank as much of the liquid as he could not even taking time to breathe.

"That's a good boy," Niall muttered as he pets his head. He put the empty glass down and crawled onto the bed where Harry was trying to catch his breath. "Are you going to listen to me now?" Harry glared at him, the water seems to give him a bit of his fire back.

"Fuck... Off," Harry panted his glare only hardening when he saw Niall smirk.

"That's okay, you'll be begging for my cock soon enough," Niall chuckled sinisterly, his blue orbs looking down at Harry. Harry suddenly felt extremely hot, his body overheating as he panted. He looked down and saw that he was hard but he didn't know why.

Suddenly, the thoughts of water were replaced by the need of release.

"Looks like the drug worked," Niall laughed, jerking himself off as he watched Harry desperately try to get off. His body was on fire and he could only think about relieving himself, he didn't care how he just knew that he needed it.

"Do you want me to help you, Harry?" Niall whispered in his ear, but Harry didn't hear Niall's voice.

Instead, he heard Louis.

Harry looked behind him in shock, his eyes watering when he saw Louis' ocean blue eyes.

"H-Help me," he begged, crawling towards him. Louis picked him up and placed him on his lap, letting Harry straddle him.

"Ride me, baby," Louis whispered in his ear, placing his hands on the tiny boy's waist. Harry positioned himself over Louis' cock without missing a beat, sinking down as fast as he could.

"Louis," Harry cried quietly as he tried so hard to get the heat out of his body, tried so hard to get the release he so desperately needed.

"What's my name baby?" Harry looked deeply into those blue eyes as he came quickly, but not softening in the slightest.

"N-Niall," Harry cried, clinging onto him tightly as the man fucked up into him.

"That's right, think only about me." Yet even as he muttered those words, Harry could only see Louis. He only heard himself calling out Louis' name even as he called for Niall as he came.

Harry thought only of Louis as Niall fucked him the rest of the night.

******

When Harry woke up the next day, he was cleaned, dressed in clothes, and only his wrists were tied together. Not only that, he was in someone's arm. He looked up and felt his face turn white as he saw Niall looking down at him, petting his curls.

"W-What—"

"Don't cause any problems. I bathed you this morning and got you some food. You should be happy," Niall muttered, watching Harry's every move. The boy stared at him as last night flashed through his mind.

Louis wasn't there, he never was. Niall drugged him and he hallucinated the whole thing. Harry pushed back tears as the realization hit him.

He willingly had sex with him. Not only that, he thought he was willingly having sex with Louis.

"Oh my god," Harry muttered in disbelief. "What the hell did you give me? Was that even water you gave me last night?" Harry asked quietly, too shocked at the revelation to be angry. Niall shrugged.

"It was water, I just added a little bit of something else to get you to enjoy it. And enjoy it you did." Niall smirked. Harry stared up at the blond man with hatred, wanting nothing more than to attack him.

He wanted to hurt him. Take a knife and cut him until he was covered head to toe in his own blood. He wanted to get a lighter and burn his skin until he begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. He would keep going. Cutting and burning and hitting until he couldn't do anything but cry out in pain—

"You should come to me." Harry's thoughts stopped immediately and vanished back into his subconscious as Niall muttered those words. The other man held a soft tone as he spoke that it shocked Harry to his core.

"What?" He asked in disbelief. There's no way he heard him right.

"I'm not usually this cruel. If you were my lover, I'd be gentle towards you. I'd get you anything you could ever need, anything you desire. Just choose me," Niall said softly, blue eyes looking desperate.

"What are you even—"

"You've never seen the true side to Louis. He's worse than cruel and he doesn't care about you. So come to me. I'll never hurt you again. Leave with me and you won't have to suffer because of what he's going to do to you." Harry couldn't process what was being said. How could he think that he would go to him after this? Of course, he wanted to leave and escape, but not with this monster. No way in hell.

He didn't want to escape with him, he wanted to hurt him.

"I imagined you were Louis the entire night as you fucked me," Harry smirked, his heart racing in excitement as Niall's face dropped. The disappointment on his pale face gave Harry such a rush that he wanted to feel over and over. Even as disappointment faded to anger, the joy he felt intensified.

Who the hell are you?

You're turning crazier every day.

It's about time you accepted who you really are.

Niall's anger took over him quickly. He got up and left the room, only to return a few minutes.

"I heard that you're freak out by drugs," Niall muttered angrily, facing away from Harry as he poked a syringe inside a small glass bottle, filling it up. He turned towards Harry with flaming eyes, watching as the boy immediately looked like a frightened rabbit.

"W-What are you—No!" Harry screamed, trying to get away but Niall got on top of him and pinned him down under him. He took the needle a stabbed in Harry's arm, pushing the plunger. Harry cried out in pain, rolling away from Niall as he became hysterical.

"W-What the fuck did you give me?" Harry screamed while Niall only shrugged nonchalantly

"Who knows, maybe heroin or meth, maybe I gave you morphine. Maybe I gave you a drug my boys have been working on for a while that hasn't been tested yet. Who knows," Niall shrugged. Harry's chest tightened and his breathing became labored. Niall watched curiously, sitting in a chair that was in front of the bed.

"W-Why would you—"

"I told you to come to me and I'd be gentle. You didn't listen and this is your punishment. I am curious as to why you're so freaked out by drugs, though." Harry could hear what he was saying, but he couldn't process it. He felt an intense feeling throughout his whole body, but it wasn't horrible.

It was a rush.

He felt like he was floating, flying in the clouds. He watched as the colors in the room brightened and kaleidoscope together.

"So pretty," Harry muttered, feeling the bright blue sheets. He became obsessed with the feeling, how soft the fuzzy blanket and, wow, this had to be what clouds felt like.

"Harry," Harry looked up at Niall, his eyes zoning in on his hair. Harry stumbled off the bed, nearly falling because he couldn't use his hands to help him get up. He walked over unsteadily, touching the blonde boy's hair. His eyes widened.

"So soft," Harry said, playing with Niall's hair as the older lad watched in amusement.

"Wanna feel really good?" Niall asked with a smirk. Harry tilted his head.

"H-How?" Niall pulled the boy onto his lap.

"I'll show you." Harry let out a soft moan when the blonde man placed kisses onto his neck.