His Desired Slave - A Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter - 1

"Robin, who killed your dad has two sons, two daughters and his wife. Gemma Styles, Perrie Styles, Niall Styles and the youngest son, Harry Styles. Robin has a small house in Cheshire. He works in an import-export company but his main source of money comes from the underworld works he does. He is a popular name among the shooters. His gun never fails its target. He killed your father because Dan threatened him. Dan wanted to submit all the proofs to the police and get him arrested. So, Robin had no other options but killing him." Liam read off of the paper. "So, now what?" Zayn asked, sitting down on the corner of the glass desk. Liam shrugged, "I have no idea. Louis will say, what to do next." They both looked back at the armchair, where Louis was leaning, looking down at the photos Liam gave him earlier. His blue eyes roamed over each and every photo. His fingers caressing them mindlessly. "My mum could not stop crying since she heard the news of Dan's death. My sisters are still in denial that their father will never come back to them. I lost my idol. All because of this Robin." Zayn flinched as Louis slammed his hand down on the desk. "Okay, calm down, Louis. What are we going to do?" Liam asked. "We can easily kill Robin. All we need to do is, hire someone better than him in this job. What say?" Zayn suggested. Louis combed his fingers through his hair, "No. Dying is not a solution. It is so harmless. I want to make him suffer. I want him in dismay." Zayn and Liam nodded in understanding. "Then what you suggest?" Zayn asked, looking expectantly at Louis. Louis stood up, loosening his tie a bit. A smirk crossed his lips, "Let's give him a visit in his house. Yeah?" The cruel glint in his eyes gave away nothing. Liam and Zayn looked at each other and smirked. "Let's do that. Yeah."

"Mum, I am home," Harry called when he slammed the main door of his house close. Humming a tune happily, he climbed the stairs to the first-floor dining room. "Welcome," he stopped dead on his track as the vision welcomed him in his own dining room. His eyes fell on his father first. Who had his hands tied with a handcuff and lips sealed with masking tape. His nose was broken as blood oozed out of it. Harry gasped when his eyes fell on his mum, who was sitting on the floor. Her hands were secured too. But, her eyes were moist as she cried behind the masking tape. Gemma was nowhere to be found cause she went to spend her weekend at her boyfriend's house. "Niall," Harry screamed when he saw Niall on his knees in front of a masculine guy. Harry stepped towards his family when someone gripped his neck and placed something metallic on the side of his head. "Stop here or I will shoot you," the man said. Harry looked at him. His black hair was up in a quiff and his hooded

eyes bore into Harry's green one. That beautifully sculpted face clenched when Harry opened his mouth to say something. "Don't speak," he warned and shoved him forward. Harry squeaked when he landed on the tea-table. "Zayn. Be careful, pal." A voice came from the door. Harry quickly sat up on his knees to look at that direction. His eyes widen as he recognised the figure standing there. It was none other than Louis Tomlinson. London's the biggest businessman. Louis walked in, keeping his eyes on Harry. "Be gentle with the baby, Malik. He looks so fragile." The Malik guy laughed. "As if you care," Zayn rolled his eyes. Louis sat down on the tea-table, placing his hands on his knees. Harry sat back on his hunches. He looked up at Louis, green eyes searching his blue ones. Louis smirked, "Hello, Harry." Harry could feel the cold shiver running down his spine. He gasped as Louis' index finger skimmed his puffy lips.

Louis' eyes fell on that curly haired boy's bow-like puffy lips. His fingers skimmed over it. "Mr-Mr. Tomlinson?" Harry stuttered. Louis nodded. His thumb pressing down on Harry's lower lip. "Tommo," Louis jerked away from Harry as Liam called. "Come to the point," Liam warned. Louis nodded. He stood up and looked around the room. His eyes fell on Robin. A sudden fury enveloped Louis. He motioned for Liam to open Robin's masking tape. After his mouth was free, Louis nudged him with his boots, "What you want, Louis? I killed your father. My family have nothing to do with it. Kill me but please, leave them." He begged. Louis laughed, "Killing you will not serve me, Robin. I don't want it." Suddenly a coffee mug hit Louis' leg, he winced and looked back to see Harry struggling in Liam and Zayn's arms. "Leave me. Let me go," Harry screamed. "Tie him up, Zayn. Where are our other mates?" Louis asked. Zayn secured the rope around Harry's wrists and Liam kicked his knees to bent him down on the floor. "Others are standing around the house. Some are watching the gates." Liam answered. Louis nodded. His eyes fell on Harry again, watching him struggle against the rope around his wrist. "I can kill your father, Harry," Louis spoke, making the younger lad jump as he looked up. Louis smirked, "I can kill your father or you can help me," before Harry could speak Robin yelled, "Don't you dare touch him, Louis. Leave my family alone." Louis sat down on the sofa. His knees in front of Harry's eyes. "So? You want your father alive, Harry?" Anne whimpered through the masking tape. Her eyes pleading. Harry looked at Niall, he struggled as Liam bent down to rub his lips on Niall's. "Ummph!" Niall cried out as Liam jerked him up on his lap. "Sorry, Tommo. I can't resist this one anymore." Liam laughed. "Sure, Payne," Louis answered. Harry looked back at Louis, "Please, please, Mr. Tomlinson. Please

leave us. Please." Louis glanced at his friend as Liam started biting Niall's neck. Niall hissing with closed eyes. Louis' own pants tightening as he looked down at Harry. "So, what can you offer me if I let your father live? What will I get?" Anne cried loudly as Liam suddenly hoist Niall up and left the room. "Niall," Harry screamed, trying to stand up but Zayn kicked his knees to make him sit down. Louis gripped his hair in his right hand and pulled his face towards him. "Niall will be alright. If you behave," Harry nodded, "Anything. Anything, Mr. Tomlinson. I will do anything if you let my family go." Harry begged. "No, Harry," Robin screamed. But Louis slapped him hard, "Shut up, Robin. I am not done with him." "Please. Let him go," Harry begged, looking at Louis with tearful eyes. "How can I leave your family, Harry, when your dad ruined mine." Harry shook his head, "I will do anything, anything, please." Louis rubbed Harry's puffy cheeks with his thumb, "be my sex slave."

"Louis!" Robin screamed. Anne banged her tied fists on the tea-table. Louis smirked. "Be my sex slave and I will leave your family."

Harry looked at him, tears streaming down his face. "Tommo, he is just 17!" Zayn whispered. Louis nodded, "I know, Zayn. I am 22. I can take care of him if he agrees." "No, Harry," Robin shouted. Harry hesitated, biting his lips. "What happened, Harry?" his eyes locked on Harry's lips as he bit it. When Harry did not answer Louis sighed, "Shoot Anne first, Zayn. Then Robin." Zayn clicked the gun's trigger. "No," Harry screamed. Louis smirked as Harry looked at him, "I am ready." Louis raised his brows, "ready for what?" Harry's eyes closed, "Ready to be your sex-slave." Robin screamed something incoherent when Louis grabbed Harry's face in his hands, "Oh, boy. It will be so much fun," Louis whispered.

"Call Liam, we need to leave," Louis ordered. His hand holding Harry's rope tightly. "Liam," Zayn shouted. After some time Liam emerged from the other room, Harry could see his pants unzipped and messy hair. He looked reluctantly back at the room. "Let's go, Liam. We are getting late." Louis motioned him. Zayn kicked Robin, "If you call police or tell anyone about this, you son will be murdered. Got it?" Harry cried as Robin nodded and Anne looked at him. "You are taking him with you?" Liam asked, indicating at Harry. "Yes, as my sex-slave," Louis smirked, rubbing his fingers on Harry's wrists. "Err..." Liam hesitated, scrubbing his stubble. "That guy. The blonde one..." Harry perked up at the mention of Niall. "What about him?" Louis asked, his face lighting up with a teasing smile. Liam blushed, "Shut up, Tommo. I want to

take him with me. He was so good in bed." Liam gushed. Harry gripped Louis' forearms, "No, please. Please, Sir. Please leave Niall." Louis ignored him. "I don't care what you do with the blonde one." Liam jogged away. "I hate you," Harry screamed when Liam came back with Niall bound behind him. "I don't care. I need your body. Your feelings don't matter to me." Louis answered as they leave Harry's house.

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