Say You Will

"So, let's get down to business, shall we?" Zayn said. The waiters took their plates away as Viktor poured more wine. Zayn looked at his watch before looking at Louis.

"So, the guns and drugs. You want to increase the price on them," Louis said, leaning back in his chair casually. Ivan threw up his hands carelessly.

"What can I say, we do what must be done, yes?" Louis chuckled.

"I suppose, but I also don't want to pay that. You raised your price 30% and that's not exactly cutting it for me. So, how about we cut the original price by 30%?" The room became silent, everyone staring at Louis. But then Ivan began to laugh hysterically, snapping his fingers. "Diles que vengan." (Tell them to come.) One of his men left, going to the back room door and began yelling.

"That is a very funny demand coming from such a small man. Porqué haría eso?" (Why would I do that?) Louis smirked at the tan man, whose brown hair was falling in his face.

"Because, if you don't, I'll just take over your cartel for myself," Louis snipped, crossing his arms on the table as he leaned forward.

"Really, and how do you plan to do this? You are outnumbered here, let alone in my headquarters and other bases." 20 or so men came from the back room along with Isaac, Miguel, and Adrian who moved to stand behind Louis and Zayn.

Zayn glances at his watch, irritating Ivan.

" Malik, why do you keep looking at your watch?" Zayn smirked.

"That's why." Zayn nodded to one of the men, one who had blood gushing from his nose. The three men watched as blood began to pour from the men's bodies, and each dropping to the ground one by one.

Until there was a graveyard inside the restaurant.

"¿Qué mierda?" (What the fuck?) Ivan looked up at Louis in shock and then anger.

"The drugs? Did you lace it?" Ivan spat out angrily. Louis chuckled.

"Yes. But also the wine." Zayn and Louis took out tiny vials, opening them and throwing them back. Zayn pulled out another one.

"This is the antidote. If you want it, sign this contract signing that you are reducing our price by 30% of the original price, Ivan. Or else you'll die and we'll give orders to our 200 men at each of your bases and the 500 at your headquarters to burn it all to the ground."

"You're bluffing!" Ivan spat, but Zayn only smirked.

"Then why is there blood trickling out of your ears?" Zayn asked, pointing to his left ear. Ivan reached up and gasped, his balance suddenly leaving his body. He collapsed back into his chair, struggling to breathe.

"The antidote is fast acting, so hurry and sign this paper—" Viktor slammed down a piece of paper in front of Ivan, putting a pen in his hand, "—and you'll have the antidote." Ivan glared at them, but shakily signed the pen, throwing it when his signature was complete. Louis picked up the paper and smirked, nodding at Zayn. Zayn handed Ivan the small bottle, backing away to also look at the paper. Ivan quickly ripped off the cap, pouring the liquid into his mouth. He sighed but suddenly, he began to cry.

He began to cry blood.

"Oh, I gave you water, my mistake," Zayn said with faux innocence. Ivan's face began to turn purple as he continued to bleed.

"Doesn't matter, you already signed over your entire cartel as well so it doesn't exactly matter whether you live or die." Louis chuckled.

"Y-You s-said—"

"I lied. That's how we do business in England." Louis laughed, watching as Ivan's eyes slowly became dull.

Another competitor was gone.

"Good thing we brought enough wine for everyone, eh?" Louis laughed, looking at his friend who chuckled in amusement.

"Yes, it is. And to think I thought we overdid it." Zayn chuckled.

"There can never be too much wine." Louis laughed, kicking Ivan's lifeless body. Zayn snickered.

"Of course not. My mistake." Zayn turned to Miguel and Adrian. "Call your boys and take care of this, we'll see you at the house for a celebratory feast." The two men nodded.

"Of course, we'll see you later then." Louis nodded at them as he, Zayn, Issac, and Viktor left.

"Let's go celebrate!" Louis smirked. Zayn frowned.

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Louis pulled out his phone, an excited glint in his eye.

"Take me to this address." He turned to Zayn. "I'm just going to pay the twins a visit." Zayn stares blankly at Louis. He knew that Louis got off on anything that has to do with violence (something he's never understood) but to go back to those... deranged and demented whores... he just didn't expect that.

"After what they did last time?" Louis shrugged.

"They know their places." Zayn sighed.

"What about Harry? I thought you loved him. I thought you were trying to make him love you back. This certainly won't do it." Louis rolled his eyes as he turned to Zayn. Their eyes met, tension in the air was thickening by the second. Those cold blue eyes bored into Zayn's golden ones with anger in them, tearing into his soul.

"Harry isn't here so he doesn't need to know. My love for him has nothing to do with this and I'm getting very tired of explaining myself to you. He is nothing but a captive to you so you need to stop interfering or you will not see him. I know he considers you a friend and that alone pisses me off, but I allow you two to converse to make him comfortable. So stay in your lane as his friend or I will make sure you two are never in the same room again. So if you want to avoid that, stay the fuck out of our relationship." Louis sneered, his teeth gritted together. Zayn glared back at him, his hand clenched in a fist as he started daringly back at his friend. But then he relaxed his hand and smiled.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'll shut up." Zayn said, wanting to scream at Louis how stupid he is. But he can't. He just can't.

"Good, I'll see you at home," Louis muttered as they pulled up to a small house. He got out of the car and Zayn leaned his head back against the headrest.

"Fucking psychopathic asshole."

******

Harry never thought that the dark, musty room could become anymore traumatizing than it already had been. He didn't think the darkness could make his heart race faster in fear then it already had.

But, of course, Niall made those possible.

The man brought candles to place around the room to take away some of the darkness Harry feared. But it was only enough for him to see the kidnapped boy.

He couldn't see Harry's pain in the dark. He couldn't see where to send the whip flying if it was pitch black. He couldn't see Harry's crying face as he fucked him for what felt like that thousandth time to Harry.

"N-Niall, please, s-stop. I can't take anymore." Harry begged softly, his hands gripping the chains that were around his wrists like they were his lifeline.

Niall panted softly as he looked down at the boy who was torn to shreds. The number of welts he created with the whip made his head spin, the bruising all over the boy was heart-wrenching, the way his hole was stretched open from the amount of times he fucked him was mind-boggling.

But he only wanted one thing and Harry just wouldn't give it to him.

"Come to me," Niall repeated the words he said once before. Harry didn't have the strength to look up at him or laugh, not even on the inside. "Please, just come to me. I've already said that if you were my lover, I wouldn't have to treat you like this." Niall knelt beside Harry and brushed his hair out of his face.

"N-No—"

"I'll stop." Harry's eyes flickered up to the blue irises that haunted him.

"W-What—"

"If you come to me, I won't ever touch you like that again. I'll never do anything that you don't want as long as you come to me willingly." Harry's eyes flickered down to the ground. His right cheek was against the cold cement and his naked chest was getting colder by the second but he was genuinely too out of strength to do anything about it.

"I can't," he mumbled with indifference.

"You can't tell me you honestly love him!" Niall sneered. Harry let out a pained laugh.

"Of course not. How could I love him after he did this to me?" Harry questioned but he didn't expect an answer.

"If you don't love him, come to me and I'll treat you better! We can be happy!" Niall whispered impatiently. Harry smiled sadly.

"I can't. Even if I wanted too I couldn't. Not even you can help me escape his claws." Harry looked up at those blue orbs with defeated eyes while the blue started back in confusion.

"What are you—"

Harry didn't hear the rest before he passed out.

And for once, he gladly welcomed the darkness.