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Louis has stopped counting the days of how long he has been stuck in here, in a room where the walls are starting to seem too white for his licking or how the bed covers feel itchy against his skin whenever he goes to lay beneath them. He broke the clock, the one thing in his room that was actually digital, and maybe he should've kept it working but the ticking sound was making him want to claw at his skin.

Louis hates it in here, from the window to the doors, from the bookcase that seems to have the crappiest options of books in the world to the bed covers that are nothing near the softness of the ones he has been sleeping under the past three months. The window just seems to tease him, taunt him with the image of the outside world that Louis cannot escape into without getting a hand print on his ass for escaping.

It wasn't like he couldn't escape, all he needed was something heavy enough to smash the double glazed Windows, but even at that the windows were fucking bulletproof and with that the Twink could already see an image of said object bouncing back and knocking Louis out cold. The thought makes him huff because he had a plan planned out in his head perfectly of his escape and how he'd do that typical movie moment of tying the bedsheets together and scaling down the side of the building until he was on the ground.

However many days he has been engaged like an animal has been too long. Louis is starting to feel claustrophobic, as if the walls are slowly but surely enclosing in on him. Liam was deliberately doing this and the longer this went on the more that Louis was starting to hate Liam for trapping him in here.

Wincing, Louis prods at the hand shaped bruise that has curled around the skin and flesh of his upper left arm. It has bruised into an ugly blue and purple colour, touching it was painful as it was tender and sensitive but that didn't stop Louis' curiosities as he stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom without a top off.

"Ow,"Louis mumbles, face scrunching up in pain. Sighing, Louis slides the oversized jumper back on and starts to search through the cardboards of the bathroom in search for bruising cream and two types of medication that he desperately needs. He normally gets his food at meal times along with a drink to wash down his Medication with, today he has received nothing.

Being locked away from civilisation shouldn't bother Louis as much as it does, He use to spend weeks cooped up in his bedroom binge watching the latest Netflix original television show as he did months worth of course work in a week. This was different, he didn't have a laptop to watch or his binders to write in and he didn't have that odd appearance of Zayn that would check up on him just to make sure that he was still breathing.

He was alone, cut off from socialising with anyone and the longer that he was kept in her the longer that the bubbling anger for his domain the started to build up and up-Until Louis will just explode.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Louis starts to panic. He's getting that feeling again, where he feels like there's a heavy weight on his chest that is keeping him grounded to the floor of the deepest ocean, that every time he opens his mouth water just seeks in. The unfamiliar surroundings of the isolation room is finally getting to him, the lack of communication within people that he knows is making his head turn and for him to curl up into a ball.

He wants Liam

He doesn't want to be left alone in this room

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Zayn doesn't think nothing to it, how the absence of his bestfriend was dragging out a little longer than it should, longer than what he knows Louis can handle. He just gets this sort of...feeling that something is wrong, that something bad is on the verge of happening or already is in process.

"What are you thinking about, love?"Harry is asking, rubbing his thumb over one of Zayns cheekbones, lips ghosting over the younger lads in a kiss that hasn't been sealed."You seem out of it, you haven't sneaked some of the naughty stuff, now have you?"Harry chuckles and Zayn can feel the vibrations through his hands as they are pressed up against the elders chest.

"It's Louis,"Zayn mutters, pulling away from the upcoming kiss with threaded eyebrows."How long would you keep me locked away?"He asks in caution, shuffling on his Dominates lap so that he can look Harry in the eyes,a hand coming up to the play with the chocolate silk curls that were longing down his shoulders.

"Well, however long that you need to be in there for. Never longer than a week, never."Harry moves his large hands down to rest on Zayns hips."What are you worried about? We've talked about using the isolation room as a punishment and you were fine about it."

"I'm not worried about myself, I'm worried for Louis."Zayn is speaking like what he was thinking was completely obvious to Harry."Liam has kept him in there too long, I don't like how this is heading and the fact that I can sense that something bad is happening right now. I want you to talk to Liam."

"That's not my place to say. The way that Liam punishes his Submissive is none of my business."Harry says gently, rubbing his thumbs over Zayns hipbones."Now, go and get lunch. You haven't ate anything all day, you've been following me like a lost little puppy."Harry chuckles, kissing Zayns jaw lovingly.

With a huff, Zayn is pushing himself away from the older male, storming out of Harry's study to head to the kitchen but he stops abruptly. Something catches his eye, Louis' purple and white polka dotted backpack that contains the medication Louis has to take daily, the same backpack that Zayn had packed for the smaller lad the day that Louis was moving in with Liam.

Grabbing the backpack by one of the shoulder straps, Zayn is speed walking down the hallway into Liam and Louis' side, knuckles wrapping on all of the doors that he passes hoping for maybe a wrapping back. Liam is at a meeting or something, Zayn only knows this because Harry had told him while they were brushing their teeth this morning, and even at that Zayn was half asleep and wasn't listening.

Louis curls in on himself, feeling incredibly small as he lays on the bed, eyes forcefully shut close and fingernails digging into his Arms. His whole body shakes, his breathing caught in his throat every so often because he feels so trapped, so alone and so forgotten because he misses the touches that he'd get from Liam every morning in bed, or the soft words to wake him up and especially the kisses whenever he came home from a day at work.

"Louis?"Zayn knocks on the door of the isolation room, somehow hearing the heavy breathing and the whimpers from the other side of the door."Louis, you alright? Babe."Zayns knocking gets louder whenever he receives so verbal response just more distressed sounds."Words, Louis, speak to me."He encourages.

"W-want,"Louis' words are cut off by himself, voice barely audible,"Liam."He whimpers.

"Louis?"Zayn doesn't hear past the door, the room supposedly being soundproof."Louis, if you can hear me, I'll be back soon, okay? Okay."Zayn is panicking himself as he leaves the door to run back down the hallway, commanding for someone to ring Liam to tell him to get his ass Home.

He's about to open his mouth to shout for Harry, to tell him he needs to Phone Liam, tell the gang leader to get home and to unlock the door so that Zayn can comfort his bestfriend. The front door is opening and closing shut, snapping Zayns attention to look down the stairs to see Liam shrugging off his blazer and hanging it up on a hook for one of the housekeepers to wash.

"Liam,"Zayns voice is sharp and almost dominate sounding, but it's enough for Liam to look a the stairs in surprise."Release Louis, now."

"What?"Liam actually laughs at this command, taking a step to the stairs.

"Unlock that door, now."Zayn doesn't care if Harry will lock him in a room of his own for a week or two after this."Louis is having a fucking attack and who knows how many he fuck has had already! Unlock that fucking door!"He shouts, echoing through the whole house and alerting Harry from his study.

Liam opens his mouth, he's about to shout right back at Zayn, maybe scowl him for raising his voice at a dominate but his mind goes straight to the fact that Louis is having an attack and that it's most likely Liam's fault.

Liam rushes for the stairs, climbing up them two at a time, pushing past a fuming Zayn and down the hall. He fumbles with the key that is in his shirt pocket, trying to unlock the door with the watching eyes of Zayn, and Now Harry who is in the process of dragging His own sub move away from the scene.

Liam notes the lack of trays of food because Louis might eat scarce amount of food but he still ate and the lack of food trays or dishes really concerns him. He's sure he ordered the kitchen staff to bring up breakfast and lunch for Louis, Jackie had a key for all of the rooms so she would be the one to leave the trey in for Louis while he slept or napped.

"Louis, baby."Liam says frantically, opening the isolation room door and having his heart shatter at the sight on the bed, how Louis is curled up on the bed pressed in nothing but a jumper that is three times too big on him and a pair of baby blue panties. His eyes are shut so right that it has to be painful and the sleeves of his jumper pushed up Which allows Louis to dig his fingernails into his flesh.

"L-Liam?"Louis whimpers, hearing the familiar voice but not opening his eyes. The door is shutting closed and Liam is taking quick steps to the bed, large hands coming to touch Louis' hands.

"Hey, hey."Liam whispers,"None of this, shh, it's okay, familiar voice. Just relax."Slowly, Liam is getting Louis' hands off of his arms, holding both of his smaller hands in one of Liam's, Liam using His other hand to run through Louis' hair.

Liam continues his small actions, running his fingers through feathery hair and repeating the same words of 'it's okay' and 'Just open your eyes' over and over again until Louis' breathing is coming to a normal level. His eyes cast down to the youngers arms, wincing at the crescent moon shapes that are indented into The flesh of Louis' arms.

"I'm sorry Daddy,"Louis cries, sitting up with the help of Liam. Liam takes off Louis' jumper along with his own shirt so he can hug Louis chest to chest, skin to skin because he knows from the last time he had an attack that he calmed down quicker like that."F-for being a Brat, but I-I just wanted your attention."

"Shh, princess."Liam goes to grab Louis to pull him onto his lap but the younger reacts with a flinch, breathing deeply through his nose. Liam only notices why whenever he spots the hand printed bruise that's curled around Louis' arm."Who did that to you?"

"Y-You did."Louis' voice is so quiet and shaky as he says those words."When y-you grabbed at my arm after I said those words."His voice wobbles, tears spilling down his cheeks because he was always an emotional wreck after an attack, and it's only now with the comfort of Liam's voice is he calming down.

"I caused that?"Liam goes to brush his fingers against the blue and purple bruise only for Louis to shy away from the touch."Did you mean what you said? When you said that you hated me?"Liam dares to ask, peering over to Look at Louis who shuffles on the bed, dressed in nothing both of those panties.

"Of course I didn't, it was the heat of the moment. But with what you've did by keeping me locked away in here, withdrawn my medication and caused a bruise on my arm, I might just."Louis grumbles his words, looking away from Liam whenever the mans eyes harden at the confession.

"Hate is a very strong Word, Louis. And I understand if you're mad, because you have the write to be in some extents, but don't toss around the word hate just because you're in that type of mood."Louis can feel himself shrink in on himself at Liam's mini speech.

"I don't hate you, I'm just not that fond of you right now."Louis still has tears leaking down his cheeks and blood seeking through the little cuts in his arms that were made by his fingernails. Liam is sighing, shirt still off as he stands up from the bed. Louis thinks he's going to leave again, lock the door but instead he reaches his hand out to him.

"Come, lets draw you a nice bath, but some cream on that bruise and get some food into my stomach."He offers, Louis taking his hand. He brings another hand up to wipe away escalating tears from Louis' face, pressing a kiss to Louis' forehead."And I don't hate you either, just in case you were wondering."

"Seemed like it, for however long you left me in here."Louis mumbles, eyes going over to where the sharps of glass and clock pieces lay."I broke the clock, so I don't know how long I was in here."

"A week,"Liam freezes,"I left you in here for a week, oh god, princess I'm so sorry."Liam comes to the realisation of how long he had left Louis on this room, how he had just lost count of time and days and how now he feels like the worst dominate in the world.

This was a terrible chapter and maybe it's because I'm writing this in a semi-Bad mood or because I'm a shit writer oh well

This chapter was all over the place and I'm trying to add in the little prompts into these next few chapters, meaning this scene will carry on

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