Barcelona

"No, Niall, stop!" Harry screamed so hard his voice broke. He tried to get him to stop tugging him by his hair but Niall was too far past furious to care. He was bruised and naked, fighting to go cover up in a locked room where Niall couldn't reach him.

"I hear that you don't like the basement—" Harry sobbed harder at the mention of that place. He scratched at Niall's hand but the older man ignored it. "—so I'm going to fuck you in that damn hole you're so afraid of," Niall sneered, swinging he basement door open, throwing Harry down the stairs.

Harry laid on the floor in pain, feeling his head ringing and his neck felt wet. He touched where his head hurt and saw crimson red, and his eyes widen. He's bleeding a lot

"There, now we're both bleeding. Happy now?" Niall snarled, dragging Harry to the entrance of Harry's hell.

"No! I'm not going in there!" Harry screamed, kicking in Niall's leg. Niall let out a groan and released his grip on Harry. Harry scrambled to get away, but he couldn't stand.

The room was spinning too much.

"Let's go," Niall spat, dragging Harry inside. Harry stared desperately at the light bulb that was swinging from the room above him.

'Look who's back!'

'The idiot couldn't just behave.'

'Stupid fucker.'

'Just stop trying to be strong and you might fucking survive.'

'Submit.'

'Submit until you have enough strength to slit all their throats.'

He stared at the light instead of Niall's bleeding face from where Harry had cut him with the knife. He stared at the light as Niall shoved into him dry.

"Fucking submit to someone. You aren't meant to decide things for yourself. You'll end up regretting it, like now—"

"I don't regret cutting your disgusting face, you fucking monster," Harry spat out, reaching up at scratching his nails into Niall's neck, leaving deep scratches in his pale skin.

Niall smirked down at him.

"You're in for it now, bitch."

******

Louis stepped off his private jet with Zayn right on his heels. He breathed in the Barcelona air and smiled.

Only two more days of this trip and then he can see his precious doll.

"When are we meeting, Ivan?" Louis's asked as he, Zayn, and Viktor—his bodyguard for the trip— walked to their ride to his home. Louis and Zayn climbed in the back while the large man got in the front with the driver.

"Issac, please, put the divider up." The tan man nodded and the black divider separated them from the two large men in the front. As well as their conversation.

"We're meeting him tonight for dinner. He comes one of his restaurants just for this meeting." Louis hummed, ideas going round and round his head like a carousel.

"And how many of his men will be in attendance?"

"20." Louis nodded.

"Perfect. Adrian and Miguel are coming with us as well, correct?" Zayn hummed in conformation.

"They're already at the house."

"Well, then, everything is set then, isn't it?" Zayn nodded.

"That it is." Louis looked out the window to see the beautiful architecture of the Spanish city pass by.

"I can't wait to bring Harry here. Do you think he'll like it?" Louis asked, his mind wandering to his beautiful boy.

Zayn tensed slightly, but not enough for Louis, whose back was to him, to notice. His hand went to his pocket where his phone was.

He gripped it as he remembered the message George sent him while they were still in Cuba.

******

'The Queen tried to escape.'

Zayn stared at the text in shock.

"Zayn, are you okay?" Louis asked, coming up to him. Zayn masked his shock and smiled, switching to another app quickly.

"Yeah, I just read this article about the Arctic and how m—"

"I don't need to be bored with the details, as long as you're okay." Zayn smiled, not feeling hurt by being cut off. Not only because he was about to spew bullshit, but also because Louis cuts people off because he prioritizes everything properly. He does it to be efficient, not to be an asshole.

"I'm fine, but I'm going to go see about the arrangements with the gun trade." Viktor came up to Louis with something and Zayn could see by the serious face Viktor wore—even more serious than usual which was difficult because the man didn't know how to smile—that it was important.

"You do that, I'll see you for dinner." Zayn nodded, walking away. He looked behind him discreetly, hurrying outside when he saw Louis was completely engrossed in what he and Viktor were talking about.

He walked calmly to a secluded part of the garden, near the woods before he took his phone out.

"Hello?" George answered, and Zayn could hear the anxiousness in his voice.

"What do you mean he tried to escaped?" Zayn asked, biting his lip anxiously.

"Somehow he got into the weaponry and got a crowbar and rope. He said he was going to bed but I went to check on him only to not be able to open his door the whole way because there was rope keeping it shut. I ran outside and he was climbing this fence. I got him down before he could make it over." Zayn's shoulders sag. He closed his eyes in disappointment.

"Prince, the window wasn't like the other ones. It didn't have a lock. Did you know that?"

Zayn tensed.

"It doesn't have a lock on it?" Zayn asked in disbelief.

"No, but how didn't you know? That was your room before you gave it to the queen."

"I never was held captive so if I wanted fresh air I just went outside. I never even noticed the window since I kept the curtains closed." Zayn heard George let out an 'ah' and he relaxed.

"I understand. I have the Queen in one of the rooms that has locked windows and I have him locked in."

"Did you tell Louis about this?" Zayn asked, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it up. He took a drag and felt himself completely relax.

"No, I figured you would want to tell him yourself."

"Good, thank you. Don't bring this up again, I'll handle it."

"Goodbye, Prince."

"Bye." Zayn looked up at the blue sky.

"Fuck, Harry."

******

Zayn shook his head slightly.

"I'm sure he'd love to," Zayn answered, looking out the window himself. "You should get some rest, it'll be a while before we get home." Louis nodded.

"You should too." Zayn nodded obediently. But as Louis fell asleep, Zayn kept watching.

He couldn't sleep, not until he can see Harry and make sure he'll be safe.

******

"Señor Tomlinson, Señor Malik. Bienvenido," Ivan greeted as the two men walked to the table. Viktor, Issac, Miguel, and Adrian walked behind them, carrying two different boxes each.

"Mr. Garcia, wonderful to see you again," Louis lied straight through his teeth, smiling falsely. They shook hands before the three sat down at the table.

"Those boxes look heavy, shall my men help you with them?" Louis smirked.

"If they wouldn't mind. They're actually for them." Ivan waves at them men standing around the large room. They took the boxes and they all became excited as they saw what was inside.

"What did you bring?"

"Wine I purchased on my last trip to Italy and some sugar for your men," Louis said, smirking as Ivan smirked back at him.

"Gracias, that is very kind. Why don't our men excuse themselves for a good time while the three of us chat, sí?" Zayn nodded as he looked at his watch, fiddling with it.

"Sounds like a good idea. Viktor!" Zayn called, "bring the Chateau Margaux 1787, please." Viktor nodded, getting inside one of the boxes. Ivan gave Louis a look.

"An expensive wine for such a small meeting. I believe it's nearly a quarter of a million dollars in American Dollars. And you're wasting it on me?" Louis chuckled, holding his glass up as Viktor popped the cork.

"This will be an exciting day. Why not celebrate?" Louis holds out his glass as the other men's are being filled. "To this meeting, and what amazing things that will come out of it." Louis toasts, taking a sip.

"So, shall we eat and discuss?" Louis and Zayn look at each other and nod.

"Perfect."