Demons in the dark (L.S)

Chapter 2

"We stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside of us"  -The joker

Louis POV

    It was still pitch black outside, and the stars twinkled above them as the van pulled up into the gravel driveway, small pebbles crunching under the pressure of the wheels. Once the car had come to a full stop Louis unbuckled his seatbelt quickly and went around to the back of the van. Niall pooped open the back doors a second later and Louis climbed inside carefully, not wanting to fall in the darkness that engulfed them.

He made his way over to the still unconscious body of the boy that Zayn had knocked out, the boy was propped up in the black leather seat that sat in the back, while his hands were tightly bound with rope and seatbelts were pressed up against his torso to keep him in place. Louis quickly unlatched the belts, freeing the boys body, and turned back towards his three friends,

"Hey lads! A little help here?" He called out to the three black figures in the darkness, their silhouettes defined by the dim lights of the black van. The boys quickly jumped into the can alongside Louis and together they heaved the boy up by his arms and legs, and carefully brought him up to the front door of their small cabin in the middle of the woods. Animals rustled in the trees and leaves blew in the distance as Liam unlocked the door with his free hand and the rest of them brought the boy fully inside their home.

"Alright were should we take him?" Zayn asked, looking over at Louis with questioning eyes, his dark brows furrowed. "Um the guest bedroom should work" Louis answered giving Zayn a small reassuring smile. Zayn smiled back as the four of them began carrying the boy to the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Niall banged open the door with his back and they slowly brought the boy to the bed, heaving him up and on to it roughly. Liam untied the rope bounding the boys wrists together and retied his hands to the bed post, dusting his hands after he finished his job and nodding slightly. "Alright, thats good. Its not ideal but it will work for the time being" Louis spoke, "now all we have to do is wait for him to wake up"

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Harry's POV

Harry awoke to the feeling of something rubbing against his wrists and the sun peaking through the curtains. His head throbbed as he attempted to sit up in What he thought was his bed. Except it wasn't. His looked at the rope binding his wrists together, creating red irritation around his wrists, and then harry looked up and saw that the room he was in wasn't his own. He was sitting on a small bed with a baby blue comforter adorning it, and a wooden nightstand was placed beside the bed.

A small brown wooden closet stood of to the left side of the room and a window was placed on the right, black curtains hanging from the the silver pole nailed horizontally above it. Harrys heart jumped in his throat as he remembered the events that occurred the night before, The noises, The screw, The fist, The cold hard floor. Fuck. Where was he?

Harry carefully lifted his body into a sitting position on the soft mattress and moved around his wrists, the rough rope threatening to break his already red and itchy skin. His clothes stuck to his skin and his half matted hair felt itchy against his scalp.

Suddenly, the lock on the door clicked, and the wooden door swung open, revealing 4 boys standing behind the frame. Harry opened his mouth to say something but just as he began to speak a boy pushed through the doorframe and into Harry's sight. The boy gave him a lopsided grin before starting, "well well well curly your finally awake!"

Harry stared at him. The boy was gorgeous, he had to admit it. His brunette hair was slicked back into a short quiff and his blue eyes shone bright, like snow on a sunny morning. "Where am i?" Harry suddenly asked, no trace of fear in his voice. Harry wasn't scared exactly, mainly just confused. Confused as to why he was here, Confused about who these people were, and just confused about why this was happening now. He had spent half hus life training for a situation like this after all.