Going Under

"Hey, wake up," Harry jumped awake when he heard Niall's voice calling to him. He looked around to see that he was in his new room, and Niall was sitting in front of him on a chair.

"I just got word that Louis is coming back early. Probably because of the pictures I sent him." Niall smirked, his eyes drinking in Harry's trembling figure.

"W-What pictures?" Niall pulled an envelope out of his pocket, throwing them at Harry. Harry reaches for the envelope hesitantly, opening it up while looking at Niall with confused distrust.

"Those. I wanted to show him before he got here what I did to you." Harry took the picture out gasped as he looked at the photos.

There were so many.

"W-When? I know you took some the first two days but when—"

"When you passed out from pain or exhaustion. I felt like he should see how I gradually destroyed every part of you. Hopefully, he won't want you anymore." Harry gripped the blanket that was covering his body tightly. Harry looked back down at the picture and tears filled his eyes.

He looked so small and pathetic. So torn and used up. He took one, the first one, and ripped it. And then he continued until they were all destroyed. He furiously tore them to shreds, screaming as he cried.

When would he just be free of all this?

"I have copies of those, so even if you refuse to come with me, I'll have something to remember you by." Harry glared up at him, tears covering his face.

"Why? What do you have to g-gain from all this?!" Harry screamed at him. Niall sighed, leaning back in his seat comfortably with his ankle crossed above his knee.

"His hatred. His anger. His pain." Niall muttered, his blue orbs flickering in anger. Harry's anger suddenly switched to confusion.

"But why would you—"

"Why would I want that?" A small chuckle escaped his lips, but his face was stoic.

He got up and walked to the window, gazing out of it.

"He did something that I could never forgive. He is a cruel, heartless monster and I want to see him in pure and utter pain. And unfortunately for you, you're the only person that makes him feel anything. So, to hurt him, I had to hurt you." Niall continued to gaze outside where snow still covered the ground.

"W-What did he—"

"Forgive me, but I'm not in the mood to talk about it." Niall clicked his tongue. "Let's just say that he killed someone very precious to me. And for that, he needs to pay." Harry trembled as the tension in the room shifted. Niall's entire presence seemed to darken and it terrified Harry.

"So, are you going t-to kill me? Like he d-did to that person? Is that your revenge?" Niall smirked in amusement, looking out the window.

"When I found out Louis had a special someone, it was an opportunity I couldn't resist. Torture, rape and kill the idiot who was his everything." Niall crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, that was the plan." Niall turned to look at him. "And then for some reason, you reminded me of her and I just couldn't do it. But unfortunately for you, I was still so pissed that I wanted to hurt him." Niall said, frowning when he realized he let too much slip.

"But—"

"Anyway, we only have a few hours left since I'm assuming Louis and Zayn got on the plane as soon as I sent those pictures. So, I'll ask you again, and think about your answer." Niall walked over and sat beside Harry. "Will you come to me or will you stay here with him? He's going to hurt you more than I ever did." Niall reached up and Harry flinched harshly, his head facing the bed as he prepared for a hit but it didn't come. In fact, he only felt a curl being brushed away from in front of his face.

"I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I got what I needed from you. I won't ever cause or wish you harm again, which is why you need to come with me. Now." Niall forced Harry to look up at him but Harry was too scared to look at his eyes.

"N-No. P-Please, I-I wanna stay." Harry sobbed quietly. Niall sighed.

"I'm not going to force you, but if you ever want to leave him, you can come to me." Niall pressed a kiss against Harry's forehead before he got off the bed, walking out of the door without another word.

Harry only covered himself up with the blanket and continued to cry until he fell asleep.

******

"I'm going to see him by myself, go see if Niall's still here," Louis told Zayn, not bothering to take his coat off as he ran up the stairs.

"I'm going to see him later then," Louis waved him off, not really concerned with that at the moment.

The room was dark when Louis walked into it. The light from the hallway was the only thing that allowed him to see Harry curled up on the bed. He walked over to his naked figure and his slow breaths gave away the fact that he was asleep.

Louis walked over to the bed, sitting down beside the beaten boy, careful not to wake him just yet.

He needed to see what Niall did before he woke Harry up.

He could see the bruises and welts on his back, the cuts, and marks all over his arms. His hair was pulled in all different directions and as he thought, he was much skinnier than when he left.

"Harry, baby," Louis whispered, shaking the boy. Harry woke up dazed, jumping away when he felt a hand touch his head. He closed his eyes in fear, trying to push Niall away.

"N-No! Please, n-not again—"

"Harry, baby, it's me. It's Louis." Harry's eyes snapped open and his struggles ceased. Louis looked into those frightened green eyes and wanted nothing more than to hold him.

"L-Louis?" Harry questioned, tears falling from his eyes as he saw those ocean blue eyes.

"Yeah, it's me, baby." Harry flung himself into Louis' arms, holding onto him desperately. Louis nearly fell back but managed to keep them both upright as Harry squeezed the life out of him.

"Pl-please, don't let h-him touch me!" Harry sobbed, his arms wrapped around his neck and his legs wrapped around Louis's waist. He dug his face into Louis' neck, holding onto him for dear life. "E-Everything hurts and I'm s-so scared," Harry cried softly, tightening his arms around Louis.

"I won't let him touch you ever again. I promise my precious Doll," Louis softly, holding Harry close to him. He pressed comforting kisses to his head as he played with the boy's curls. But then he pulled away from Harry, heading towards the door. Harry's eyes widened as he panicked.

"W-Where are you going?" He asked anxiously, gripping his blanket tightly. Louis turned around with a face of indifference.

"I have a meeting I have to get too. I'll be gone all day. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I left," he answered reluctantly, continuing towards the door.

'He's leaving? He can't leave or Niall will—'

Harry didn't even finish his thought before he moved. Ignoring the pain his entire body felt, he lunged and hugged Louis from behind, holding him tightly.

"P-Please, don't leave me," Harry whimpered pathetically. His body trembled at the thought of seeing Niall again, feeling the pain that man brought to him.

He couldn't handle it.

Louis turned around and hugged Harry. He nuzzled his nose in Harry's greasy hair and relished in the fact that Harry was holding onto him like his life depended on it.

"Okay, baby," Louis smirked, "that's all you had to say."

******

Louis looked out the window to see the sky darkening, meaning he's been holding a sleeping Harry for hours now. He pressed a kiss to the beautiful angle's curls before he untangled himself from the arms that wrapped around him. He replaced his body with a pillow and snuck quietly out of the room. He walked up to his office with a frown on his face, seeing Niall and Zayn both standing there arguing.

"Will you both shut the hell up? You're ruining my good mood," Louis snapped, walking over to his desk and looking through his papers.

"Did you two plan it?" Zayn snapped with a glare colder than ice. Louis didn't care though and roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Did we plan what?" He asked, looking at how angry his friend is. It was actually kind of amusing.

"Did you plan him drugging and beating and raping Harry?!" Zayn sneered loudly. Louis looked at Zayn offended.

"Why the hell would you say that?" Zayn glared harshly at him, his face turning red with anger. He's never been so angry in his life.

"Because I just talked to George and he said that you told him to leave if Niall asked him to!" The room was silent for a few moments after Zayn screamed. The tan man was positively livid.

Louis smirked.

"No, we didn't plan it..." Zayn seemed to relax, but that didn't last long before Louis spoke again.

"But I was counting on it."