The Silence That Surrounds: Screams of the Damned

Narrator’s POV:

“You want to aim higher.” Harry said, helping Sophia aim the gun up towards the tree and shoot – making Louis behind them jump when she prematurely pulled the trigger.

Harry’s hand paused, realizing she had jumped when his trigger finger went over hers.

“Take a breath. In and out.” He continued to calmly instruct.

“I am!” Louis hyperventilated, noticing the two lone figures continued to stare at them out the safety of the window from the cabin.

Harry grit his teeth.

“Again, for the millionth time, Louis! I was talking to her!” Harry exclaimed, making Sophia jump and pull the trigger again, her hands shaking.

“Why would you give her a GUN!? Guns go bang, shoot people with deadly bullets! She’s been practicing with the nerf gun for three hours and she’s gotten little Louis scarred for life! She’s hit me thirteen times in the forbidden place! How does that not concern you?!” Louis ranted, gesturing about with his hands, seeing Sophia frown and look at the hunk of deadly metal.

“Because it’s not my family crests on the line, mate. If you like, you are free to be my guest and show her how to aim; without screaming and dropping to the ground like a girl convulsing at a The 1975 concert.” Harry mocked, releasing himself from the girl and standing back to gesture.

Louis stepped up cautiously, Sophia turning to look at him, the gun going with her when she turned.

“NO! POINT THAT THING AWAY!” Louis yelled, making Sophia press the trigger in fright.

The bullet shot some corner brick away off of the cabin, making the two occupants watching from the window scramble away – to hopefully go do something more productive.

“Sorry!” Sophia panicked, pointing it at Louis to take.

Louis screamed and flew to the ground, covering his arms over his head.

“Nope, no chance, you’re in charge, mate. GET IT AWAY FROM ME!”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward to take over again. It was at that time that Sophia flung her arm back and let the gun fly across the path, backing off from the direction it flew from.

Louis whimpered and heard a distant sound cracking against a hollowed tree with a thunk.

Harry watched the gun go flying off into the nearby brush with thinned lips, unimpressed to say the least, especially with the girl shaking her head.

“Louis? Go get the gun. Ms. Stone? Please, come here if you will. I need to work with what I’ve got and that at the moment is very little it would seem.” He noted, seeing Louis start to crawl and work into a sprint to go and fetch the pistol.

Sophia bent down and grabbed the nerf gun, making sure the three balls were securely in the barrel.

“Okay, don’t think of this as holding a dangerous weapon – “Harry began, but Louis interrupted.

“WHAT?! Let’s DON’T?! Um –“

“SHUT IT, TOMLINSON!” Harry exploded, cutting Louis off, taking a breath to calm down before speaking in a controlled voice. “I need her calmed enough to hold a gun and not be afraid of it. Remember your first time training; remember when you learned to shoot off a weapon. That’s how she feels right now and you need to stop panicking or someone is going to get hurt. She reacts when YOU react.”

Louis swallowed, groaning.

“For the love of horny Billy goats. I didn’t shoot things at your balls. For some reason, her aim is persistently good at wanting little Louis and his two drinking chaps separated from their table!” Louis defended, making Harry’s eyes darken a little in agitation.

“No, you didn’t aim for my balls. You instead gave me a knife scar in my fucking back. I call this karma, mate.” Harry chuckled, making Louis come back with the gun, looking defeated to say the least.

“I apologized about that how many times?” Louis defended, giving the gun back to Harry to refill with bullets.

“A lot. Doesn’t change the fact though.” Harry remarked, gently grasping Sophia’s trigger finger over the nerf gun and aiming it at the tree, patience evident in his eyes.

“Okay, lass – I want you to see the indent at the bottom of the tree, aim for that and fire the ball to hit it exactly.” Harry instructed, aiming the gun into position.

Sophia’s fingers came off the gun with a frown.

“Sir? Why do I have to learn to shoot? I’m getting so good with the knives; can we practice with those? I’ve gotten only three shots in the last four hours and I just feel more comfortable with my blades.” Sophia explained, giving up when Harry gently grasped her hand and forced it back over the nerf gun.

“The gun is our way of life and you will someday have a target five hundred meters away and won’t be able to use your blades. We need to get you comfortable with this and then Louis can show you some useful thing with them, alright?” Harry compromised, positioning the gun back down.

Sophia nodded, focusing her eyes on the target.

“Yes, sir.” Sophia whispered, shooting off the gun and releasing the ball.

The ball missed.

Sophia threw the gun down in frustration and instead took her knives from out of her pocket and flung both at the tree.

One landed in the target and the other above it.

“It’s not even about bloody aiming! It’s ju – “Sophia started, anger clearly evident in her features.

“You improve with time. You weren’t just going to come out here and be John Wayne the first go-around, yeah? So stop complaining and aim the fucking gun again and shoot! Try to hit one of your knives, hell! TRY hitting something!”

Louis could tell that Harry wasn’t pulling any sympathy towards the girl, but he himself felt a little bad for her – even if she did hit him in his crests thirtee –

Louis fell to his knees again, the ball hitting him square in the dick at close range.

Fourteen times.

“Fuck me, man.” Louis cried, holding himself.

“Louis, get yourself a cup on, we’ll wait.” Harry groaned, tired of seeing him out of commission because Sophia kept aiming at things that either weren’t targets or Louis.

“I’d love to! I don’t have any. I haven’t had a need for one until SHE came into our lives.” Louis hummed out in pain, face red.

“Sorry, Lou.” Sophia murmured, her head down, plastic gun falling from her fingers with a look of defeat.

“You keep saying that, why don’t I believe you? Little Louis is going to need to spend some quality time with a bag of peas after this is all over and his two drinking mates don’t fancy much better; so please, please, lass, no more playing with my best friend, huh?” Louis pleaded, Harry clearing his throat, giving him the nerf gun.

“Louis? You’re good at what you do. Take her further out to the forest and practice; I’m going to go give Liam and Niall some chores since they seem to find our activities so engaging.” Harry began to walk away, sighing slightly with a hand to his head, shaking it.

“Send Niall out here, he can be the target.” Louis muttered, earning a light hit from Sophia.

Harry turned back, eyes serious.

“We have a month, we have this one last shot, mate. I don’t want to lose it – I never wanted to lose it and now we may, because you’re not being serious and she’s being too emotional. I need something to give, something that guarantees me my win and Sophia her life. Decide what is more important, Lou. Her or your clever wit – because we can’t have both, can’t afford to.” Harry said simply, facing away again and leaving the two of them to practice.

Sophia frowned, looking at Louis.

Louis sighed and walked to the tree, taking her knives from them and motioning with his head.

“Come on, lass – something cool I want to show you instead. We’ll get back to shooting at me later. For now, follow where I lead and you can’t go wrong.” Louis hummed, grabbing her hand and walking with her off the path, deep into the forest until they had passed another clearing – this time with two cars.

An Audi R8 and a black Range Rover.

“I’m going to show you how to disarm the alarm on the Audi and how to hotwire the Range Rover. The Audi isn’t much fun. I hotwired that bitch once and took it for a test drive and by test drive, I mean I took it to an illegal street race.” Louis chuckled, leading Sophia over to it and putting her hand to the glass.

“How would he even know?” Sophia asked, her eyes mesmerized by the beautiful car.

“His phone gets alerts when his car goes over a certain speed. His phone was evidently vibrating so much it shot across the room. Each kilometer per hour over lets Harry know the urgency state of his vehicle by how quick the vibrations are on his phone and I was driving it two hundred kilometers an hour – it’s top speed.” Louis explained, bending down onto his knees, a smile slipping on his face and his eyes examining the keyhole.

Sophia bent down next to him.

“So what happened?” Sophia urged, watching him intently.

“Zayn was with me, we had a twenty-thousand-dollar bet, ten between the both of us that we would win and we would have, had Harry not hit the down she goes panic button, manually shutting the car down from his phone. We were still teenagers back then, so punishment wasn’t so harsh and I got a date from it.” Louis remembered the memory fondly.

“Eleanor?” Sophia questioned, remembering he had mentioned her.

“Mhm.” He hummed happily, taking his hand and putting it into his pocket, pulling out a thin piece of metal.

Sophia took back her knives he had set down on the ground, shoving them behind her again.

She nodded, watching his one eye close to focus with his other.

“She was impressed one moment and mildly amused the next when we were cruising down London street when all of a sudden, Harry pressed the ‘there she blows’ button and after, me and Zayn were both screaming like girls as the car nearly flipped – got Curly four flat tired and a shot cylinder he had to replace for the effort.’” Louis laughed, shaking his head.

“So, you weren’t there when he went to collect the car?” Sophia smiled, eyed trained toward the older bloke.

“Hell no! I grabbed my bird for the night and we went out to an all-night diner – well, it was closed to be technical. I just opened up the door and we walked in and ate by candlelight. Zayn lucked out with some other bird, so, when Harry went to collect his car, we were doing what teenagers do, lass…something I have no doubt you’re going to learn very soon. After all, we can’t all be Harry’s slaves.” Louis shrugged, the piece of metal moving gently up and down.

“I won’t, I can’t. I have a month and I gave up my freedom, Lou. I gave it up. I can’t do anything that will piss Harry off.” Sophia tried to reason, making Louis look up from his job and smirk.

“Flower? My beautiful, innocent, blooming flower – you will get tired of Harry pushing you around and you will do something stupid. We all have – though, Z-man might have taken his a little too far, but Harry backed up. You are going to get hit and beat – Harry already thinks that is the best course of action, I cannot change his mind on that. However, everybody has a breaking point and we, luv, need to find yours sooner than later. Because I want you to go out and explore freedoms. I want you to go out there and get into some trouble! Granted, not run your car in opposite traffic and stealing clothes off a poor bloke for being an arse kind, but some good old fashion harmless trouble where you can stick your arms out in the air and scream freedom.” Louis was looking at her proudly.

“If I survive. You know what is going to happen if I lose, Lou.” Sophia murmured, looking up to where her head had dropped.

Louis had gradually picked her good hand up, kissing the top as gently as a prince would a princess.

“Luv? I don’t know a lot. Hell, Harry doesn’t tell me what goes on half the time, but I see so much life in your eyes,” Louis told her sincerely, the ball of his finger gliding over the top of her hand. “However, I see as much sadness and that is what is going to bring you down.” Louis finished, kissing the top of her hand and pinching her fingers to the thin metal, continuing to move it along.

“Easy speak for someone who is never sad.” Sophia murmured, flinching when his hand pressed a little more over hers to strengthen his grip.

“I have my good days and bad days. I have times where I want to punch someone and others where I want to sit down and cry. I’m just better than everyone else around here in hiding it. Why do you think I’m King of witty comebacks? Because my pain and irritation is masked behind them. When I get upset, I get sarcastic. When I get sarcastic, you never know what will leave my mouth.” Louis nodded, his other hand guiding Sophia’s head towards his.

“Darling? I loved and lost. Harry forced me to end it with El when he found out and there wasn’t a logical explanation why I was sneaking out at midnight or later to meet under a secret bridge that only she and I knew about…well, until curly-q followed me and caught us both. He waited until I had left to go back to the cabin and cornered me. Long story short, I came clean and he gave me a choice. I either end it and move on with the task at hand or he would tell Damien.”

Sophia frowned.

“Surely he hated everything Damien stood for, even back then.” She reasoned the older chap.

Louis shook his head.

“Petal, hun? Harry had everything bled from him. He just looked at me as a friend back then, mostly because I was one to him. That is why my punishments weren’t as harsh. All he did was make me end it and I did. I would still sneak out to the bridge, but hide and watch her from a distance. She came every night for a month. After that, I never saw her again.” Louis sighed, smiling when he heard the pop of the lock come undone.

“Then what’s changed Harry’s mind so much? What can he find so interesting about me? I’m nobody special. I am a product of a failed marriage and I was unwanted anyhow.” Sophia defended, Louis’s face closing in closer to hers.

“Maybe he sees what we all have.” Louis smiled gently, his other hand dropping Sophia’s and opening the door.

“What’s that?” Sophia murmured, pushing herself from the ground.

Louis shrugged, though he still looked sure of himself.

“Freedom. Every think it may not be Harry who saves you, but you who saves him? You who singlehandedly unlocks the shackles that keep them all here?” He said, putting a few things in perspective.

“No. Because Harry made it quite clear that I am dirt below his feet. My significance to him has been replaced to tolerable loathing. After all, he isn’t a prince. He’s my boss.” Sophia repeated robotically.

Louis snorted, standing up himself.

“He’s Harry Styles, Britain’s most notorious prat next to his psychopathic father. He believes everyone is dirt under his shoes, even me. Don’t take it personally, lass. He is just preserving himself, like most of us in the cabin. We do what we do to survive. If Damien says jump you fucking maggots – better believe we’re gonna scream a ‘how high’ sir. Damien is not a person to be fucked with, as both you and Harry are finding out.” Louis finished, sitting down on the leather seats of the car.

“Hello, battle maid. How are you doing, precious? It has been a very long time since I’ve put my hands on you…how’s about we change that, hmm baby?”

Sophia watched in astonishment as Louis cooed at the inanimate object like he was flirting with it – which also put the thought of Louis may also be slightly insane.

“I’m not insane. I just love this car. I want to ride her hard…by the way, her name is Beda.” Louis laughed.

“I wasn’t thinking you were insane. I was thinking you might be.” Sophia let herself slip, chuckling with Louis.

“I saw your look, darling. I know when you’re getting up to something you shouldn’t in that head of yours. Call it a built in lie detector.” Louis winked, looking down at the carpet.

He shrugged and flipped it up to reveal a small compartment, taking the casing off.

When he did, Sophia’s eyes widened at all the wires and chips inside.

“Change of plans, girly. We’re heading to London in this. I want to show it off and his Range Rover doesn’t get nearly as much gas.” Louis smiled, making Sophia’s eyes widen.

“He’ll murder you!” Sophia began shaking her head.

Louis hummed, his eyes searching for something within the wire and chips.

“Maybe, but totally worth it. Lass? You got to leap without looking sometimes and hope that’s water below. Otherwise, are you really living?” He stopped and looked seriously at her.

Sophia just looked back, absolutely no words coming from her mouth for once.

“I know you don’t think this is helping any, but I am training you. I am training you to look logically at all possible answers. You’re going for the most severe, not the most logical. Harry is many things, but he won’t kill us without probable reason. We have to murder someone in order for him to consider tha option and despite what he might say, he still has some sort of emotion towards you, even if he pretends he doesn’t. Now, logically, what is the worst Harry is going to do?” Louis encouraged, eyes lighting up when he found a chip that was blinking almost microscopically – signaling he had found the jackpot…Harry’s control chip that controls the car.

“Yell. Harry is going to yell and throw things, possibly ram me into the wall and complete that action with a smack across the face. Now that I think about it, the other option isn’t looking so bad.” She muttered.

“I’ve a lot to teach you today, luv. We’ll start with something easy, something you can do once you know the secrets of doing it. Anyhow, we’re going into London with an unlimited amount of cash – so, get ready for some fun.” He smirked, holding up a pale green Visa card.

Sophia’s mouth dropped, the card clearly belonging to Harry…as it said on the piece of plastic.

“How did you – “Sophia asked, making Louis laugh out loud this time.

“I nicked his wallet from his trousers and stole it. He won’t even notice it’s gone. At least I hope he doesn’t. The bloke doesn’t generally use it for anything. I, on the other hand have used it for some online shopping. Usually porn subscriptions, but they send them to an unknown address in London, so we’re safe. That’s how I got my other love, Esmerelda.” He explained, making Sophia shake her head.

“Louis? You are crazy.” She nodded to herself in agreement.

“As a fox, my lady.” He bowed, his one hand pulling the chip carefully from its spot and tossing it in the middle compartment.

“I don’t see how any of this is going to help get me ready for a fight that I can’t possibly hope to win. Steele is from the cage, he has never lost – “She tried to persist, but Louis held up his hand and shushed her gently.

“He hasn’t lost. You’re right, the bloke has never lost – until now. Do you really think Harry would have chosen you if he didn’t have an ounce of belief in your strength? I don’t. I know Harry, he has a reason for everything. Be it selfish or selfless. It’s his head that dominates his body, not his heart. It has never been so, never will be so – unless you can show him a heart as bled out as his own and get him to see reason,” Louis sighed, eyeing the wires and holding his hand out. “Knife.”

Sophia reached back and handed him one, eyeing the way his fingers moved, picking out a yellow wire from deep within, fraying it.

“What’s that going to do?” Sophia asked.

“Jumpstart this baby.” Louis responded simply.

“Metaphorically, what happens if Harry notices that Beda suddenly drove away without him in it and us not around?” She pressed, leaning a little over him for a better look.

“He’ll scream, throw things and then order Niall to clean up the mess. No harm done.” Louis shrugged.

“You seem certain about that, but I feel for Niall. He’s constantly cleaning up everyone’s mess. He’s not a literal slave, you know? I believe those were freed a few hundred years ago.” Sophia shook her head, making Louis smile and shake his own.

“Harry cares about everyone here in his own way. He goes the easiest on Niall and he himself is allowed to get away with quite a few things. The only rule we have amongst ourselves without Harry’s law is trust. You tell the truth no matter what. Always. Because without trust, there is no bond. If there is no bond, there is distrust and unease.” Louis explained, pinching the wire and moving it together ever so slightly.

Sophia listened to the engine hum to life so effortlessly that it astounded her by anything that she could ever express into one articulation.

“She hums, doesn’t roar. Hear how quite her engine is, how smooth it purrs.” Louis gestured, handing her back her knife and replacing the casing over the wires again, throwing the rug back.

“So Harry won’t notice?” Sophia’s eyes lit up in what Louis could only assume was piqued intrigue – or complete slyness. He wasn’t sure, because she didn’t invite the bloke into that part of her.

Sure, he can tell when she was lying and when she was about to do something stupid – normally, but he couldn’t read her mind, he had no idea what was going on.

“Should we head into London and get some cups? My neither regions are going to need them if I’m to show you how to shoot.” Louis asked, getting out of the passenger seat and leading Sophia down into it with another kiss to her hand. “Your seat.”

Sophia bowed her head in thanks, the door shutting.

Louis jogged over towards the driver’s seat and got in.

“You’re not going to understand, but I promise you that what I’m doing is helping you more than you are aware of right now and though I know you don’t understand, you will. By the Gods above, you will.” Louis promised, taking her hand, his eyes to her completely confiding – just as he said, telling the truth at all costs.

“Will Harry agree to this? What you’re doing?” Sophia murmured, choosing to glance out her window, instead of his overpowering blue eyes. They were as intense as the first day she had met him. He was nervous – not at all confident. Now? He seemed to hide it around her with jokes or cryptic messages.

“Probably be a cold day in hell before he would agree to it, so no. Harry isn’t our subject right now, however. Our subject is that hair and horrible training outfit. We need to get your hair stripped back into the natural red that it used to be and a dress that would make even Damien jealous.” Louis decided, throwing the throttle into reverse and backing out, pulling forward into drive and following the path around to the cabin.

Sophia put her tinted window down to get a breeze.

“Why any of that? What’s your plan, the point, really?” Sophia wondered absently, sticking her hand out the window.

“We are going to the pub and you’re going to do it in style. I don’t need to, but you do and I’ll tell you why – just not right now, because I think you’ll understand later.” Louis told her blatantly, smiling when he saw that she was trying to catch the wind.

Sophia looked at him like he was crazy, which seemed to be the norm today.

“I don’t understand any of this. How am I supposed to become this fighter – no, survivor, when I don’t even have a clue what is expected of me? Louis, I’m scared. Am I allowed to admit that to you with discretion? Because I –“

He shushed her again, smiling in a way to suggest that everything would indeed be okay.

“I don’t know much, luv. I truly don’t, but I do know that you are special. That’s why I am not offering you any hope. I am offering you something more precious,” Louis insisted, slowing down by the cabin. “Niall’s at the window, luv. Wave hello, his eyes are bugging out of their sockets.”

Sophia looked at the window Niall had been cleaning and waved with a small smile, seeing his eyes as wide as saucer plates when he saw her.

“Why did I do that?” Sophia asked when the car then sped away down the trail, kicking dust up as it went along the trail.

“Precisely, beautiful. What made you do that?” He questioned back.

“You told me to.” Sophia answered simply.

“Yep, but did you have to?” Louis hit again, smiling when a look of realization came across her face.

“I – no,” She spoke, making Louis laugh. “Will Niall tell?!” She panicked, also coming to terms that by revealing herself to the other lad that she just set herself up to be snitched out.

Louis waved her off.

“You’re questioning everything too much, lass. No more queries, just actions and no, Niall will be too busy stuttering like a speak and spell in an earthquake. He knows I’m doing something stupid and he knows you’ve been talked into it. Which is hilarious in itself, because when Niall gets nervous, he shouts out the most random things.” He chuckled, making Sophia shake her head.

“Loki help me.” She murmured, figuring asking the God of mischief for some extra needed lengths of rope to hang herself with wasn’t a too off the wall request.

“Stop worrying and close your eyes. That’s the only way you’re going to catch the wind.” Louis nodded once, turning on the radio to fill in the silence.

Sophia didn’t argue and put her inevitable doom to bed – well, into the back of her mind to fester for a bit. Instead, she took Louis’s advice and moved her fingers so the pressure of the wind broke through them, smiling.

“This is what freedom feels like? Uncatchable?” Sophia asked, imagining herself a part of it, going anywhere her heart desired.

“Closest thing to it, luv.” Louis replied, his thoughts going to the next part of his plans – which revved far off course and he had no doubt that Harry was going to be barking mad when they got back, but that was also part of his plan. Sophia needed to get some confidence and she needed the support right now, she needed someone and no one else came forward to accept the challenge. So Louis did. He did it because to ensure her survival, he had to give her a reason to survive.

“If I ever caught the wind, I’d set it free.” Sophia smiled, the fresh gusts on her skin refreshing the smells of earthly scents around them.

“I know you would.” Louis agreed with another nod.

Sophia cleared her throat, knowing the conversation was dying out.

“You, Harry – the others. I’d do the same if it were possible. I’d take away the cage.” She finished.

Louis sighed.

“I chose this life when I was a lad. My cage is a contentment – sometimes, others it can be unpleasant, but if you came from where I did…mummy and daddy were only supervisors and their biggest goal was the money they racked in for me living with them. I was born to the county, unclaimed. Unloved and unwanted – so it doesn’t truly bother me so much anymore.” Louis shrugged.

“Surely you have to wonder sometimes what love must feel like, what it is like for another person to look deep into your eyes and say they care?” Sophia frowned, reaching her hand from outside and touching his shoulder.

Louis did smile at the sentiment.

“Not as of recently, though I think there’s hope for change, yeah?” He shrugged, not agreeing or disagreeing.

“Yeah.” Sophia smiled back at him, loving the glow in his beautiful blues even more – falling deeper under their spell.

*

Niall was humming lowly, soap-washing the windows with disinterest and boredom, pausing when he saw a vehicle -no, Harry’s Audi R8 – and Sophia…in the passenger side.

“Oh, sweet Patrick.” Niall whispered, knowing Louis had something to do with this, because he was sure that she was looking far too calm and relaxed to be getting kidnapped by anyone else.

She waved at him with a small wave and smile, the car speeding off after that.

Niall waved back, jumping when Harry spoke up from the table.

“Niall? Who are you waving at?” Harry asked, standing up to go to the window.

Niall stood in front of it.

“I saw a squirrel!” Niall exclaimed, Harry pausing to scrunch his face up in confusion and a little bit of disbelief.

“And you were waving at it, because?” Harry pressed on, folding his arms across his chest, the list he was writing out currently forgotten.

“It looked lonely?” Niall tried, making Harry push him out of the way and look outside.

“There’s nothing out there, Niall. No rodent, no falling leafs – what has gotten in to you today?” Harry shook his head.

“You scared it away! It zoomed – I mean hopped – flew away? Birds have feelings too!” Niall exclaimed, scratching the back of his head.

“You said it was a squirrel?” Harry raised his eyebrow, his arms over his chest a little straighter.

“A flying pigeon squirrel! Hey! What’s the popular vote for supper tonight? I vote burnt tacos – I mean tacos! I didn’t mean burning, nothing’s burning!” Niall panicked, making Harry just look at him as if he were nuts…he sure was speaking like a lunatic.

“Niall? On a scale of one to ten, how crazy do you think you sound right now?”

Niall whimpered, glancing out the window.

“Probably plus ten thousand. It’s nothing, I promise. We’re good. Nothing’s happening, Kevin is fine.” Niall rambled, not knowing what to do what so ever.

“Who the fuck is Kevin?”

Niall needed to shut up and do it right now.

“My invisible pet gorilla?” Niall replied, making Harry’s face harden.

“Niall? You’re rambling – you only ramble when you’re nervous about something. Spill it.” Harry insisted.

“Nah, it’s nothing, mate. I’m going to go whitewash the trees. I’ll be right back!” Niall insisted, running towards Liam’s room and knocking, entering his door a second later and locking the door from the inside, even though Harry had the key to get in if he wanted to.

Liam’s eye brows were raised at the intrusion, medical book open to a human heart diagram.

“Your window can open, yeah?” Niall made sure, putting his ear to the door and hearing Harry’s footsteps head down the hall towards Liam’s room.

“Yeah, but what – “Liam asked, getting cut off by Harry’s pounding on his door.

“Niall?! Niall what –“Harry became deathly quiet, his phone beginning to vibrate…and picking up in vibrations.

Louis might have removed the controller, but that didn’t stop Harry from getting notifications for when his favorite car was going over the speed limit.

Harry opened his phone up with a growl.

“Your vehicle is going: twenty over the speed limit.” An automatic voice let him know, speaking again six seconds later, Harry trying to shut down his car.

“Your vehicle is going: S-s-sev, veh, goi-“ The voice becoming distorted at the car’s increase in kilometer.

When she spoke again, her voice was high pitched like a chipmunk.

“Your car is going one hundred over the s—s-p-p-g-g-“

While that was going on, his phone was vibrating hard in his hand.

“NIALL! GET OUT HERE, NOW!” Harry exploded, twisting his body and slamming his phone in to the nearest wall.

Niall backed away from the door to Liam’s window.

“Angry Harry is not a pleasant Ha –“ Niall gulped, Harry’s voice drowning out his own.

“LIAM! OPEN THIS DOOR!” He demanded, making Liam look at his friend a little sympathetically.

“Coming, Harry.” Liam sighed, motioning for Niall to get his ass out the window.

“Gotta Zayn. If he asks, you didn’t see me.” Niall said, opening up the window and practically jumping out, running into the forest.

“I can HEAR you, Niall. Liam! Open this God damn door, NOW!” Harry exploded, wanting to know what was going on.

Liam sighed and shook his head, walking to the door and unlocking it, gesturing Harry in.

Harry burst in to see Niall had escaped from the window.

“Liam? I want to know what the fuck is going on!” Harry demanded, watching Liam stare back calmly, leaning on the door’s base.

“Well, Niall just pissed himself and went to hide in the forest because you went Hulk Jr on him, Louis and Sophia I cannot account for – although it would seem like Mr. Tomlinson went for another joyride on your Audi. Sophia is probably with him. Zayn is tied up and sedated on his bed, the two boys are asl –“ Liam’s explanation was cut short, hearing a panicked yell coming from the boy’s room.

“Correction, were asleep. And I myself was studying some heart structures in my medical book and you – are getting ready to kill me.” He finished, Harry’s eyes a blazing hot tempered green – like the greenest circles of the hottest hot spring in Yellowstone.

“This is not helping.” Harry grit his teeth, baring them to show that he was indeed ready to rip Liam’s throat out.

“Take a deep breath, Harry and then try and call Louis. You know he always has his phone on.” Liam suggested helpfully, wincing when Harry grabbed the front of his shirt collar.

“Call him with WHAT, Liam? My phone is broken!” Harry exclaimed, shaking him.

Liam used all his strength to push Harry away from him, boxing him across the mouth.

Harry groaned, the crack across his mouth coming swift.

“NEVER lay a hand on me like that again, mate. Or you’ll have more than a sore mouth!” Liam gritted his teeth, using his body to push Harry out of his room, slamming and locking the door in his face.

“You want answers? Go talk to Niall, but for Christ sakes, calm your bloody temper!” Liam tried reasoning, hearing him stomp away, the slam of the front door following a few moments after.

Liam groaned, knowing he was going to have to assist the lads in the hostage room since Harry was busy looking for Niall – or his car. He wasn’t sure which one was more interesting at the moment.

“I need a Holiday– “Liam trailed off, continuing his thoughts silently, making his was to the prisoner room and then to hopefully help Niall out of whatever situation he had yet again got himself into with Harry.

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