Demons ✓ [narry]

seventeen

For the past two weeks, Niall was all over town, hammering signs to poles and bulletin boards in hopes to find Harry. He asked all around town, eyes weak and dull, sucked of all the happiness. He'd quit his job, already applied to new ones as he went around looking for a lost boy.

He was helpless, he missed the brunette, so, so much. Two weeks was too long without him. His blonde hair was slowly fading back to brown, he even got it cut, it was long. All he could think about, was if Harry was okay, or even alive.

Harry was barely alive. His doctor was an asshole, his food was sketchy  and his limbs were sore. He was in chains; chains that rubbed his skin raw. "Hi, Harry." a voice called, it was his male nurse, L. Payne. "I brought you some extra food." he whispered, hurrying in and out. Harry grabbed the food, devouring it as fast as it came.

L. Payne had been doing this for the past week. He witnessed his dad torture him with words and throw food at Harry, so he's been secretly bringing him extra food. It was really nice, Harry could trust this man, he had good intentions. The food wasn't sketchy and it was delicious.

"Just eat your sorrows away, Harry. That'll show Niall."

Harry rolled his eyes. At first, his demons were painful and hurt. Now that he's sat with them for two weeks, the same comments. Harry felt numb and nothing. Like nothing could hurt him after prior events. He wished it would all stop.

Mr. Styles walked in and broke his train of thought, clicking his pen and writing things down. "Shower time," he grumbled, unlocking the restrains as Harry weakly plopped to the floor. "Hurry, you only have twenty minutes."

This was generous. For the first four days, he wasn't even allowed to shower. Then he was given ten minutes, and it took him five to get the strength to stand. Now he's wobbly walking to the bathroom, stripping down and turning the warm water on. He hops in, grabbing the soap and washing his dry wrists.

It was the best thing he had at the moment, a shower. It made him feel clean and nice. Not even he felt that about himself. After the shower, he dried himself off, pulling on his dirty clothes and freely walking around while he had the time. When twenty minutes was up, he was locked back into his restraints.

"You never did seem to have a grip on reality, Harry. Neither did your mum. It's why I left her. I did it to hurt her. To give her a feel of how reality hurts. Do you realize it? Does reality suck, Harold?" his father asked, Harry's face tightened.

With the small bit of saliva, Harry spat. "Fuck off, you cock." Harry growled, muscles tight with anger.

A slap muffled into the cushioned room, leaving Harry to look at the ground. He smiled, a twisted smile, looking to his father. "You can't hurt me." he laughed, as he was smacked again. And again.

"You're not my dad." Harry panted, blood falling from the corner of his lip. "You're a fucking coward. You're anything but a dad. You left us, just to teach a fucking lesson. That doesn't make any sense. It's just a dirty fucking excuse." Harry's words were like venom, poisonous and full of harshness.

Mr. Styles jaw locked tight, fist raised as the nurse knocked. "Mister Styles, there's a patient talking to the wall again. He's become violent." her voice rang, Harry smirking. The fist was lowered, dropped to his side. "Ta-ta." Harry grinned, watching his cowardly father leave.

Ringing. Niall jumped to his feet and dove for the phone when he heard his cellphone ring. "Hello?" he asked, hoping someone called about his Lost Person ad.

"Hello? Are you Niall Horan?" A male asked, Niall fumbling over his words to get 'yes.' out. "Hi! I'm calling about your job application to Costco! We think you would be great for the job." the male gleamed, Niall slumped in his seat. "When would you want to meet?"

Niall wiped a tear, biting his lip. "We can meet anytime." he whispered, before grabbing a sticky note. "Three days? Sounds great." he nods, hanging up. The blonde holds the necklace in his hand, curling up on the couch.

"I'm sorry..." he whimpered, eyes fluttering shut, tears streaming down his already tear-stained cheeks, sniffling. "If I could start over, I would..." he whimpered, coughing and sniffling.

He walked into the kitchen, heating up some food and curling up on the stool. Things didn't feel right, Harry's warmth was gone and it made everything cold, lonely and empty. All he could think about was Harry. How he ruined things and Harry didn't, because he was to scared to think and give a proper answer. Niall never liked lying and he lied to the one person he loves and cares about most.

Harry.

"Do you think Niall found someone new already?"

His eyes widen.

"Oh!! I think we've hit a nerve. Harry, do you think Niall's under someone new? Teasing all those men on the platform of his?"

His muscles clenched, tugging at the walls. "Shut up! He---He's---" tears fill his dull emerald hues, shaking his head. "No! Niall just -- He -- Stop. He doesn't love me, I ruined everything, I know!" he yelped, a warm thicker liquid sliding down his wrist. Harry's eyes looked to the cut, blood slowly falling down his arm.

"Oh? How pathetic. You're hearing voices and crying because someone doesn't love you?" His father chimed in, heightening Harry's frustration.

"Get the fuck out!! I demand a new fucking doctor!! This is illegal abuse an--" a sharp pain in his left jaw silenced Harry's demands. The brunette kept his mouth shut, tears sliding down his face as he stared at the floor.

"Don't speak to your father that way." Mr. Styles spat, grabbing his son's face tight. "You'll always be pathetic, Harry. Nothing can help you, we've tried. I tried. You're just fucked up!" the doctor smirked, dropping his face and turning around, heading out. "Sleep tight." he laughed, leaving Harry bruised and bloody.

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L. Payne shivered as Dr. Styles walked in, washing his hands. His shift had just ended and he was heading home. "Goodnight everyone," he called out, signing his name and recording his work hours.

He sent a text before hopping in his car, fixing his ring as he backed up and out of the parking lot. He was hope within twenty minutes, unlocking the front door and smiling at his husband.

"Liam! While I was looking through the paper for a new flat, I saw this! Unless you already know. Did you hear? There's a missing man!" his husband jumped from the couch, jumping up from the couch he sat on. Liam ruffled his eyebrows, there hasn't been a missing person in years and now its not a child, but it's a grown man?

"Let me see, please, Louis." Liam asked politely, hanging his coat up and locking the door. Louis walked over with worried eyes, handing the taller boy the paper.

His eyes scanned over the familiar chocolate curls, reading the information. "Louis, this is a patient at the clinic. He turned himself in nearly three weeks ago." Liam said, cocking his head. Louis bit his lip, pacing their carpeted living area. "Well, we still should contact him, he doesn't seem to have a clue where he is." Louis said, and Liam agreed, he had a valid point.

"I'll give the fellow a call tomorrow. Maybe we can meet up with him to make sure this isn't some rapist or something." Liam whispered, kissing his husband's forehead.

"Thank you, Liam. You always seem to know what's best."

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