Blinded || Larry

Twenty:

"Here it is.." Harry pulled up to an abandoned building. "It's not much to look at but it certainly gets the job done."

Louis looked at it with a terrified expression.

"Let's go.." Harry opened the car door.

"Wait.." Louis looked over at his captor, making eye contact. "Promise you won't let that dark haired guy hurt me."

Harry paused. "I can't promise-"

"Please." Louis begged. "You're in charge of me.. remember?"

Harry looked into his eyes, noticing his terrified expression.

"Okay." Harry nodded. "I won't."

"Thank you."

Louis waited for Harry to open his door for him.

He helped him out of the car, holding Louis close to his body.

Harry led him into the hideout, whispering in his ear. "Stay quiet."

Louis nodded, watching Harry open up the creaky door.

There stood Liam and Zayn, staring at a phone in the middle of a circular table.

"We thought you'd never make it." Liam chuckled at him.

Harry walked with Louis on his hip in a possessive manner.

"Yeah.." Harry mumbled. "So.. what now?"

"We make the call. I want my money as soon as possible." Zayn paused, glaring at Louis. "And I want Peter Pan here, dead."

Louis' breathing quickened.

"Shut up." Harry shook his head. "Let's just worry about the task at hand.."

"Money." Liam added.

"See." Harry pointed to Liam. "He gets it."

"Whatever." Zayn rolled his eyes. "Do you think his mum saw the note, yet?"

Louis' stomach churned at the thought of his mother's worrisome face.

"Probably." Harry nodded. "It's been well over 20 minutes."

"Good." Zayn picked up the phone on the table.

"What is that?" Harry furrowed his brows.

"It's an untraceable phone." Zayn flipped it open. "We're gonna use it to make the demands."

"Oh." Harry examined it.

"What's the number.." Zayn waited with the phone in his hand.

Harry grabbed Louis' phone from his pocket, flipping it open.

"It's 555-0928." Harry said.

"Great." Zayn turned it on speaker so everyone could hear.

The ringing filled the room, waiting for an answer.

Zayn pointed at Louis. "Don't you say a word, Peter Pan or I'll split your lip."

Louis nodded, waiting nervously for his mother's answer.

"H-Hello?" A women answered, choking on tears.

"Is this the mother of Louis Tomlinson?" Zayn asked.

Her crying intensified. "Please don't hurt him.. we'll get your money-"

"That didn't answer my question." Zayn said.

Louis bit his lip, fighting back every urge to comfort his mother.

She sniffled. "Y-Yes.. this is her."

"Good." Zayn began. "We have your son.. if you ever want to see him alive again, I suggest you cough up the amount of 5 million dollars."

Louis stepped forward with tears in his eyes. "5 million!?-"

Harry quickly grabbed Louis by his shirt, covering his mouth. "Shh.."

Zayn looked annoyed. "Did you hear me, Mrs. Deakin?"

Sobbing could be heard coming from the other line. "Yes.. 5 million. We will have your money as soon as we can."

"By noon tomorrow. No later." Zayn demanded.

"I-I don't know if that's enough time." She cried out.

"You better make it enough time." Zayn said. "Await further instructions. If the police are contacted, your son is dead."

"Can I speak to him.." She begged. "I just need to know he's okay."

Zayn sighed before holding the phone up in Louis' direction.

"Speak." He commanded.

Harry took his hand from Louis' mouth.

"Mum.." Louis choked out. "I'm okay-"

"That's enough." Zayn took the phone. "Noon tomorrow. No later."

Zayn hung up, throwing the phone on the table.

An awkward silence filled the room before Zayn suddenly sprinted over to Louis, punching him to the ground several times.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Harry lifted Zayn off, shoving him away. "I told you not to touch him!"

"I heard him speak when he wasn't suppose to! If you don't keep a hostage in check, they'll step all over you!" Zayn yelled. "He needs to learn to do what he's told or die! That's the end of it!"

Louis laid on the floor, moaning in pain.

Harry crouched down, helping Louis up to his feet.

"You're a monster." Harry said.

"You're a spineless coward." Zayn hissed. "He is never going to fear you until you learn to stop acting like a goddamn pussy!"

Harry shook his head in disgust. "Get out of my sight. Now."