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Louis is fidgety. He doesn't know if it's nerves or the fact that he hasn't take an medication for maybe the pass three days, or it's probably a mixture of both but anyway it's making him do some sort of thumper impression as he bends his fingers in all types of ways as he is stitched up. He's been told to sit still about 10 times now, but he can't and in the end Calum gives up and just stitches Louis up anyway, facing the consequences from his boss if Louis gets stabbed by accident.

No matter how Much Louis wants to forgive Liam, he can't and he won't. It wasn't something simple to be forgive about, it was Louis' entire life, it could've been his job if the university chose him as part of the pharmacology research team. It was everything that Louis had been building up since he was 15 years of age, a lost little sub in the Dominate populated university and he wasn't going to get Liam delete all of his work.

Louis is patched up by Calum, wrapped up around his shoulder and across his chest to avoid infection to the stitching and wound. Louis mourns the fact that his beautiful tattoo would be covered, nevertheless the ugly stitching work kind of killed the beauty of the bird scatter. The submissive still has the overly large coat draped over his shoulders, the drying blood on the left side of his body.

"Louis! He's okay, thank god he's okay."Louis jolts in surprise whenever there's a large hand on his shoulder and a loud voice ringing in his ear. Louis turns his head timidly, meeting Harry's glad but also tense expression. The tall dominate looked tired, eyes flicking over Zayn who looked just as equally fatigue, although he has a glad expression on his face along with a smile."Liam would've killed us all if he weren't."

"I wouldn't say he's entirely okay, he's pretty shaken up and now has a massive scar under his pairing tattoo."Zayn is replying for Louis, turning the smaller around for Harry to see the covered up damage. Self-consciously, Louis is being up his right hand to brush over his shoulder and collarbone, grimacing as his fingertips touch the bandage material.

"It could've been worse,"Harry has a small smile on his face."He just needs some sleep and a couple of painkillers, maybe some comfort from Liam."Zayn had Louis huddled away from the peering and questioning eyes of submissives and dominates around the area. A hotel that was run by a gang that Liam's was associated with was where they were all staying until the next day.

"No."Louis' sudden reply shocks Harry."I don't want to see Liam, I don't want his comfort and I don't want his pity."It's a lie, he wants to be in Liam's arms and he wants for Liam to kiss him and tell him that he's safe now and that he's sorry. He wants all of that, and more but he has to restrain that need, he wasn't going to cave that quickly.

"Louis..."Zayn sighs, frowning at his best friend."You said you wanted him just a while ago. He's been a trainwreck for the last 2 days. He needs to see you just as much as you want to see him."His voice remains soft as he places his hand on Louis' uninjured shoulder, watching as Louis flinches.

"I don't care, he's the reason why I've been dragged into this mess, he's the reason why I left the house in the first place! I don't want to be anywhere near him!"Louis strains, voice hoarse and throat dry from the lack of fluids.

Harry and Zayn share a look, both simultaneously sighing in defeat."Just get him fed and watered. Make sure that he's tucked into bed. He can have Calum's room for the night,"Harry informs Zayn, not at all pleased because that means he's going to have to find arrangements for Calum."If anything else happens to him, god help us all."

Zayn is nodding, leaning over Louis so that he can press a tender kiss upon Harry's plump lips before he drags the smaller down the hall and crowds him into the elevator. Louis remains silent during the elevator ride, yawning every so often as the painkillers that he was given earlier start to kick in, just wanting to curl up into a ball and not wake up for awhile.

"You do know that Liam won't stand for this, right?"Zayn is sighing for what has to be more than the 20th time since retrieving Louis from a bunch of whackjob wannabe gang members. Louis is shuffling into the room, letting the coat that was draped around his shoulders fall to the floor and to lay down with care onto the soft and comfortable bed that was placed in the middle of the room.

"I'm not stupid,"Louis is mumbling through chapped lips, letting his eyes fall shut in fatigue. The drowsiness of the painkillers were kicking in, although the pain in his shoulder and collarbone was now gradually appearing. Louis was in too much shock to register the pain whenever he was being stitched up, but he felt it now as if hit by a ton of bricks.

"Well, you're sure acting like you are."Zayn snaps."I know that you are having problems with Liam right now, even after you told me that everything was fine, but you need to suck it up. You need him, and he needs you. He has been worried to death about you and you don't even have to decency to face him."

"He missed the meeting, Zayn. He didn't even show up."Louis rubs at the burns around his wrists, wincing."And to follow that up, he wants me to quit university. Be a stay at home submissive."His voice gets quieter as he speaks, keeping his eyes closed and letting his thumb rub over the rope burns around his wrist just to keep him awake and focused.

Zayn remains silent after that, rubbing a hand down his face in fatigue. He gives up, honestly because whatever he'll say Louis will have an answer to it, Louis will fight tooth and nail just to prove his point. Zayn ends up getting Louis to drink a glass of water and a sandwich, deciding that it was better off just to let him sleep.

The Bradford submissive is stalking down the hall and into his shared room that he has with Harry, grateful whenever the door clicks shut and he sees Harry stalking out of the bathroom after his first shower in possibly 2 days. Droplets of water drips from his long curls and down his shoulders and exposed chest, a towel wrapped around his waist as his skin glistens.

"Why the long face?"Harry is frowning along with Zayn, opening his arms as an invitation for Zayn to come forward in the room and give him a warm embrace. Zayn doesn't waste no time shuffling further into the room, letting himself fall into Harry's chest and to nuzzle his face against the orders chest.

"I'm just...Tired."The submissive sighs deeply, letting his eyes fall shut and not at all caring for the droplets of water that drop onto him. Harry is snaking his arms around the smaller, resting his cheek on Zayns head as he just holds him."Louis is such a handful, it's like looking after a stubborn toddler."

"I know,"Harry just chuckles, Zayn feeling his deep laugh vibrate through the older mans chest. It was strangely comforting."But you're a good friend and no one understands Louis like you do."Zayn feels all warm at Harry's words, smiling into the skin of the orders chest with tinted cheeks.

"I honestly just need a break from everything. As much as I love Louis, and how much I missed and worried over him, I just need a break from him."Zayn is mumbling. He feels bad, he really does because he loves Louis with all his heart but he can't take it all. Zayn was only a student, and Louis was a handful and if Zayn prayed to some sort of God, Liam would be in them every night on having too cope with Louis.

"Well, I was thinking."Harry pauses, letting his finger tips dance over Zayns hips."Why don't we stay in Paris for awhile, hmm? I mean we're already here and you do have the week off of University. We could do whatever you wish, go sight seeing or maybe just experiment in the bedroom."

"Really?"Zayn pulls away in shock, eyes wide in both shock and curiosity. This was Zayns first time outside of the United Kingdom, and yeah he was pretty fucking scared on the plane over here because it was the first time he was on a plane and he wasn't ready to hop on another. He did want to explore Paris and spend some time with Harry.

"Yes really. You deserve a break, princess."Harry wears a small smirk on his lips, bending down so he can place a tender kiss upon Zayns lips that still hang open in shock. Zayn is letting his arms snake around Harry's neck to pull the kiss in deeper, mouth moving in sync and in hunger for one another.

"You're too good for me."Zayn is mumbling against kiss bitten lips, his fingers tangling in Harry's long chocolate curls that fall to his shoulders and still damp in water. He pulls back just enough so that he can look into Harry's emerald eyes, a small smile gracing his lips.

"You, my darling have a heart of gold. You deserve so much."

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-Louis' chest feels tight, tied down to a bed that was striped from his sheets and dressed in nothing but a pair of skimpy little shorts that barely cover his ass or cock. He's cold, so cold with his limbs restrained to the bed posts of the bed and his entire body exposed to the not so empty room. He's scared, he doesn't know where he is or what is happening and all he wants is to go home, his home with Liam.

Just when he thigh he couldn't get any colder, hands are touching his bare skin. Hands that are as cold as blocks of ice are running up and down each limb, slowly and almost as if he was trying to tease Louis in a seductive way, although none of this is at all seductive. Louis wants to thrash his limbs but it's as if he can't move, he wants to scream but it's only now that he realises the gag that has been stuffed into his mouth.

He can't see a face, as much as he would like to know who this man is he's sure it's for the best. The hands are moving again, finger tips dancing over his thighs and slowly making their way up to where the material of the skimpy little jean shorts end. Louis can feel his body tense up, his heart in his chest beat faster and the air in his lungs come out in short breaths of air that starts t make him feel dizzy.

He tries to kick his legs, that doesn't work, and then his arms but that doesn't work either. Louis can feel the burn in his throat from frustrated and frightened sobs, the tears that glisten his beautiful eyes as he can feel the icy cold hands slip under his jeans, touching him, making his cry behind the gag.

He's shouting, he's screaming, he's calling out red and crying out his safe word-

"Louis, shh baby. It's just me, shh. It's okay."Louis knows that voice, it's soft like melting Caramel and rings in his ears. Although the voice sounds like they mean no harm, it doesn't help the sob of fear that still shakes Louis' body, making his whole body shake."I'm here, it was just a bad dream."

Louis can move his legs, he kicks them just to confirm and in that he hears a soft groan that follows. His arms seem to still be retained and he doesn't know why, or how and his mouth his gag free. Louis can feel soft but rough hands run up his arms, dance down his neck and across his cheeks, so soft, so caring and they don't mean so harm to him.

"Can you open your eyes, for me? It's okay, I'm the only one here. No one else."The voice is coaxing and it takes Louis a moment to build up that courage to open his eyes, his eyes adjusting to the little to no lighting until they lock on Liam who is looming over him. Liam's face is so full of concern and worry, the stress marks visible all across his face and the tenseness in his body makes Louis frown even more.

He looks a mess. There are bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, his hair is badly styled and greasy and his beard looks so unkept, so unlike Liam.

"Liam?"Louis honestly can't help it, the tears just keep flowing down his cheeks and off the edge of his chin. His heart continues to beat faster and faster but the soft same touch seems to calm him down, bring Louis back to reality and tells him that he's not dreaming anymore.

"Yes, princess?"Liam asks softly, letting go of Louis' hands from where he holds them in place. He had rushed in the room to see Louis tangled up in the bed covers, thrashing in limbs and when he went to aid he was accidentally punched in the face and kicked in the hip. He can't blame Louis for that, he expected to take a physical blow from the submissive soon enough.

"Please don't leave me."Louis lets out a small sob, pride or no pride he didn't care. He needed Liam right now, he wanted to be held by him, touch him, know that he was safe and he wants kidnapped again. He just needed to clingy to someone familiar that told him he wasn't with someone else, that unfamiliar hands were touching and roaming his body.

"O-oh, of course not sweetheart. No, no."Liam sniffles, positioning himself so that he was now laying behind Louis, his hand resting over Louis' chest delicately."It was just a bad dream, you're okay."His voice remains soft and he's caught by surprise whenever Louis' right hand blindly pats around for Liam's, lacing their fingers together.

"I-I was so scared."Louis squeezes his eyes shut, chest shaking with a hitched sob. Liam squeezes Louis' hand, making sure to keep a fair amount of distance between the two as he speaks.

"So was I."

This wasn't planned but oh well, here's a chapter that played on y'all emotions because I'm the devil like that (;

I hope you all liked that little bit of Zarry that was going on

Of course, I'm going to continue in the next chapter, what happens the following morning, more LILO, understanding, questioning, bonding type thingy (:

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