7.
It's been a month since Louis last saw the little fragile boy who practically turned his world upside down because Louis doesn't seem to take notice of anything that has been happening around him, lost in the thoughts of the little boy, wondering if he is alright or not.
Louis waited each day, each hour of the last month for the call. He never let go of his phone, not even during concerts and interviews, afraid of missing the call from Harry.
He asked all the boys daily if they received any call from him but never having the good news. He thought he was never going to get in touch with Harry ever again and was about to lose hope but then he remembered the little boys' giggles and his happy dance and the way he looked when he got all ready for him. He could never ever lose hope for Harry. He was going to wait, even if it took years for him to contact.
Right now Louis was in the middle of a concert, his phone right in his Jean's pocket. The boys just started Little Things and it was just the time for Louis' solo when he felt his phone ring. On instinct, he pulled his phone out, right out ignoring his solo. It was an unknown number. That made Louis excited but he did not miss Liam covering up for him. Giving him a thankful nod he ran.
He ran down the stage to go to a quiter room and as he was about to pick the call, the call ended. Louis groaned in annoyance. Louis opened his phone again to call back the number but another call made its way and it was the same number.
Louis wasted not even a second in receiving the call. All he could here was loud shuffling in the background for about a minute. Thinking it was a prank call by another fan, he was about to hang up but a familiar voice made its way through the phone.
"H- Hel-llo Mi-Mis-tter To-Tom-li-lin-sson ?" A small whimpering voice said, in between of sobs and hiccups. Louis was stunt for a second, not knowing how to speak or what to speak. He tried to push some words out of his mouth but to no avail.
"H- Harry ? Harry are- are you okay ? What's wrong love ? Tell me !" Louis practically screamed through the phone.
"Mi-Mister To-Tomlinson I-I'm sc-scared ! Help me !" Harry whispered through the phone, as if afraid someone might hear him.
"Yes ! Yes lovely ! Just tell me where you are. "
"I-I don't kn-know. I'm so-sorry Mi-Mister To-Tomlinson."
"It's okay darling. Just put your phone location on and I'll be there in minutes sweetheart. Okay ? " after a little while and no reply from other side, Louis tried again. "Is it okay darling ?"
"Ye-yes Mi-Mister To-Tomlinson"
"Okay darling hold tight and stay sa-" Louis was about to complete the sentence when he heard loud shuffling on the other end. Sounds of someone shouting in anger while other screaming in pain. Louis couldn't waste another moment. Thank Goodness he applied a tracker in Harry's phone. He quickly opened the tracker and tracked Harry's location.
Louis was currently in Bradford and Harry's location showed Wolverhampton. He quickly informed the management about his whereabouts. Obviously they refused for him to go. As if Louis would listen to them. Louis took off, Paul, their head of security on his heals. Paul was one of those people in the management Louis trusted.
They got in the car and were off to Wolverhampton.
•••••
It's been hours and Louis is right outside the house which shows Harry's location. He rushed out of the car. He knocked harshly on the door. Not caring if it was the wrong house. It took quite a while when a man, mostly in his late thirties came by wearing a robe breathing heavily. Sweat covered head with brown locks and a really really buff body. He was quite fit for his age.
Louis wasted no second in asking, " Do you by any chance know a Harry Styles ? A small boy with green eyes and brown curls. " Louis described Harry to him. The man seemed to hesitate but shook his head no, being out of breath after doing God knows what.
Louis could feel disappointment rise in him but he checked on the location again it said that he was on the right place. After all, Louis did feel slight suspicion towards the man. Without thinking twice, Louis shouted on top of his lungs, " HARRY !! "
" Are you a complete arse ! Shut up you idiot ! There is no harry here ! Get the fuck out !" The man grumbled through gritted teeth but Louis could not feel any sense of intimidation by him as he was distracted by a sound in the house.
He cocked an eyebrow asking, "someone in there ?" pointing his thumb towards the living room. The man shook his head and was about to close the door but Louis pushed him aside, calling for Paul for help in the process, and sprinted inside the living room, but to no avail.
He started running in random directions until he reached a room whose door was locked and he could hear muffled whimpers from inside. Louis gently twisted the knob and opened the door to the sight of a bruised and bleeding Harry, tied up in ropes, naked.
Louis waited each day, each hour of the last month for the call. He never let go of his phone, not even during concerts and interviews, afraid of missing the call from Harry.
He asked all the boys daily if they received any call from him but never having the good news. He thought he was never going to get in touch with Harry ever again and was about to lose hope but then he remembered the little boys' giggles and his happy dance and the way he looked when he got all ready for him. He could never ever lose hope for Harry. He was going to wait, even if it took years for him to contact.
Right now Louis was in the middle of a concert, his phone right in his Jean's pocket. The boys just started Little Things and it was just the time for Louis' solo when he felt his phone ring. On instinct, he pulled his phone out, right out ignoring his solo. It was an unknown number. That made Louis excited but he did not miss Liam covering up for him. Giving him a thankful nod he ran.
He ran down the stage to go to a quiter room and as he was about to pick the call, the call ended. Louis groaned in annoyance. Louis opened his phone again to call back the number but another call made its way and it was the same number.
Louis wasted not even a second in receiving the call. All he could here was loud shuffling in the background for about a minute. Thinking it was a prank call by another fan, he was about to hang up but a familiar voice made its way through the phone.
"H- Hel-llo Mi-Mis-tter To-Tom-li-lin-sson ?" A small whimpering voice said, in between of sobs and hiccups. Louis was stunt for a second, not knowing how to speak or what to speak. He tried to push some words out of his mouth but to no avail.
"H- Harry ? Harry are- are you okay ? What's wrong love ? Tell me !" Louis practically screamed through the phone.
"Mi-Mister To-Tomlinson I-I'm sc-scared ! Help me !" Harry whispered through the phone, as if afraid someone might hear him.
"Yes ! Yes lovely ! Just tell me where you are. "
"I-I don't kn-know. I'm so-sorry Mi-Mister To-Tomlinson."
"It's okay darling. Just put your phone location on and I'll be there in minutes sweetheart. Okay ? " after a little while and no reply from other side, Louis tried again. "Is it okay darling ?"
"Ye-yes Mi-Mister To-Tomlinson"
"Okay darling hold tight and stay sa-" Louis was about to complete the sentence when he heard loud shuffling on the other end. Sounds of someone shouting in anger while other screaming in pain. Louis couldn't waste another moment. Thank Goodness he applied a tracker in Harry's phone. He quickly opened the tracker and tracked Harry's location.
Louis was currently in Bradford and Harry's location showed Wolverhampton. He quickly informed the management about his whereabouts. Obviously they refused for him to go. As if Louis would listen to them. Louis took off, Paul, their head of security on his heals. Paul was one of those people in the management Louis trusted.
They got in the car and were off to Wolverhampton.
•••••
It's been hours and Louis is right outside the house which shows Harry's location. He rushed out of the car. He knocked harshly on the door. Not caring if it was the wrong house. It took quite a while when a man, mostly in his late thirties came by wearing a robe breathing heavily. Sweat covered head with brown locks and a really really buff body. He was quite fit for his age.
Louis wasted no second in asking, " Do you by any chance know a Harry Styles ? A small boy with green eyes and brown curls. " Louis described Harry to him. The man seemed to hesitate but shook his head no, being out of breath after doing God knows what.
Louis could feel disappointment rise in him but he checked on the location again it said that he was on the right place. After all, Louis did feel slight suspicion towards the man. Without thinking twice, Louis shouted on top of his lungs, " HARRY !! "
" Are you a complete arse ! Shut up you idiot ! There is no harry here ! Get the fuck out !" The man grumbled through gritted teeth but Louis could not feel any sense of intimidation by him as he was distracted by a sound in the house.
He cocked an eyebrow asking, "someone in there ?" pointing his thumb towards the living room. The man shook his head and was about to close the door but Louis pushed him aside, calling for Paul for help in the process, and sprinted inside the living room, but to no avail.
He started running in random directions until he reached a room whose door was locked and he could hear muffled whimpers from inside. Louis gently twisted the knob and opened the door to the sight of a bruised and bleeding Harry, tied up in ropes, naked.
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