Kill For You

It was snowing again, blistering cold winds hitting the side of the mansion that Harry was trapped inside of. Not that he ever left his room, fearing that Niall was lurking outside. Louis has continuously tried to get him leave, but Harry wasn't having it.

But he was also too scared when Louis left, even though it was usually an hour at the most.

But today was different, and Harry was dreading it.

"Harry, I need to go away all day." Louis muttered, brushing his hair away from his face. Harry hide his face in Louis chest, shaking slightly.

"Can't you stay?" Harry whispered, clutching onto his shirt tightly. Louis frowned, holding the boy closer.

"I'm afraid not love. But you can come with me. You should come with me." Harry looked up at Louis with wide eyes before looking at the door. He shook his head frantically.

"N-No—"

"Harry, Niall can't hurt you anymore," Louis whispered, pressing a kiss to his curls. "I won't let him. I won't let you leave my side. I promise." Harry, trembling in Louis' arms, nodded slightly.

"O-Okay." Louis smiled down at him and pressed a sweet kiss against his lips.

"Let's go." Harry bit his lip as he watched Louis get up and then he sighed shakily.

'I suppose that it's time to get over it.'

******

Harry walked behind Louis closely as they walked down the dark hallway. They were inside of one of Louis' abandoned warehouses.

Even though Harry kept asking, Louis refused to let him know why they were there. He was even more confused as to why he let Harry go outside of the mansion.

He probably knows that you're too much of a pussy to leave

You're fucking pathetic

Harry ignored the voices, something he was getting much better at.

Louis opened a big metal door and motioned Harry inside, moving to stand beside him. He had a comforting hand on his back, rubbing gentle circles into the muscles.

There were two men sitting at a table in the center of the large open area, both terrifying.

Harry didn't falter his step when the larger man looked at him with one brown eye and one with a white iris, a scar over it. He had scars all over his body and his tan face was stone cold.

Harry looked to the smaller man who was about his height, and was extremely beautiful. Dark blue eyes and a bewitching smile.

And he had his eyes locked on Louis' advancing figure.

"LouLou! It's wonderful to see you!" The boy greeted, grinning cheekily.

'Who the fuck is this bitch?'

Harry glared at him, stepping closer to Louis. He grabbed his arm and stood closely to him, catching the eye of the other man.

"Oh? And who is that?" He asked slightly disgusted, ocean eyes looking down on him.

"Prick," Harry muttered under his breath, seeing Louis snicker quietly.

"Someone very special to me. He's gone through a hard time so I brought him with me. You don't mind," Louis said, leading Harry closer.

"Of course not—"

"I wasn't asking, I was telling," Louis interrupted, earning a snicker from Harry. Harry leaned closer to him, his fears suddenly have disappeared. 

Not just his fears, but everything that was holding him back seemed to disappear.

The man glared at Harry but Harry just shrugged, leaning his head on Louis' shoulder.

"Let's get to business, you wanted 50 pounds right?" Louis asked, putting his hand over Harry's where he was holding his elbow. The man nodded.

"Yes, but I don't see it." Louis walked over to the table and sat down, pulling Harry onto his lap. Harry cuddled into him, watching the taller guy crack his knuckles.

"Patience, Daniel." Louis brought his hand up to Harry's waist, gripping it tightly. Harry whispered quietly, watching as Daniel sat back down.

"I've been patient enough having to watch that slut be all over you. I thought we were going to do our deal like we used to do," he said in a sultry tone, eyes shining with lust.

"I no longer wish to do those types of deals with you. Not when I have him," Louis spoke, pressing a loving kiss to Harry's head. Daniel glared fiercely, standing up abruptly.

Louis set a knife on the table, right in front of Harry.

"I want you to kill him," he whispered in his ear. Harry froze.

"What—"

"But you said that you loved me—"

"I said that to keep you happy. He's the only one I've ever loved." Harry watched as the silent man gritted his teeth, standing up as well. "I never even liked fucking you, I only needed to keep having you come back for more drugs. You were nothing but a whiny bitch—"

Louis was cut off by the taller man pushing Harry off his lap and pulling Louis up. Harry watched on the floor as the huge man glared harshly at a smirking Louis.

"How dare you talk to him like he was just a toy—"

"Oh, Jace, he was never a toy—" Louis pulled a knife out of his pocket. "Toys are supposed to be fun—" Jace let out an angry growl before he lifted his hand to punch Louis. But Louis beat him too it.

Louis plunged the knife into his stomach, causing him to let out a pain filled growl. 

"Harry, fucking do it!" Louis yelled, keeping his eyes on Jace.

Harry looked over to see Daniel staring at the table, hands clenched into fists. He was muttering something as tears fell from his eyes.

"I-I can't—"

"You bitch—" Louis didn't give Jace much time before he took the knife out and plunged it into his heart, leaving it there.

Jace froze and looked at Louis, knowing exactly what he did.

"Don't pull it out yourself or you'll die," Louis snickered. He stood over Jace, not paying any attention to Daniel.

"How could you hurt me like this?" Daniel muttered, eyes crazed as he looked at Louis' back. He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and staggered towards Louis.

"You selfish bitch—" Louis turned around to see Daniel with a knife, ready to stab him.

But then his psychotic face turned into shock and pain as a knife was stabbed into his back. He fell to the ground, only to reveal Harry with a knife in his hand.

Daniel was on his knees, looking up at Louis as blood was coming out of his wound.

"I loved you—"

'Stab that assholes eyes out!'

'Cut off his tongue!'

'Peel his skin from his body!'

'Kill him!'

'Kill him!'

'Killhim!Killhim!Killhim!'

'Kill him.'

A sinister smile appeared on Harry's face as he walked behind Daniel, knife in hand.

"I loved you—"

'Slit his throat.'

Harry grabbed Daniel's hair and tugged his head back as he reached around, dragging the knife around his neck. He watched as the blood gushed from Daniel's neck and he smirked as he fell, dying at his feet.

Harry smirked up at Louis who was in shock.

"Harry? You actually did it? You saved me."

'Welcome back.'

Then Harry fell into darkness.