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Harry's POV
"HARREEEEEHH!"
I hear Nialls voice booming through the tunnels long before he yanks the red curtain to the side and appears in my little prison, with a big, fat smile on his face.
He stands there and looks at me with wide, joyous eyes while his whole body is heaving with his heavy breathing. He must have run here.
"Harry!" Niall exclaims again, this time a lot more calm. It sounds final, like he has been searching for me for ages and finally found me.
I cuckle in amusement. "What's up, Niall?" I say.
"We're letting you out!" he cheers and throws his hands in the air.
My heart jumps.
"What?" I say, at the same time the Spanish looking guy does. He has been guarding me for the past few hours. He doesn't talk much, at least not to me.
Niall turns to him and shakes his head. "Only at daytime," he says and my heart sinks again, "Louis agreed to letting him walk around with us."
Wow, for a minute there, I actually believed they would let me go for real.
Niall starts walking towards the other guy. "We haven't had dinner yet. I think we can start now," he winks at me and holds his hand out to the guy on the floor.
He only looks back at Niall with a confused expression on his face.
"The keys, Carlos," Niall laughs. So his name is Carlos. "How am I supposed to get Harry out of there?"
When Niall starts to unlock my cage, excitement starts to build in my chest. Yes, I won't be free and I'm still their prisoner, but I will only have to come back here for the nights. I can actually use my legs again and do something else then counting the bars of the cage over and over again. It's 32, and it hasn't changed since I got here.
The lock klicks and Niall opens the cage door. It's not the first time I got out of this hole, I have been out twice a day plus the bath I was allowed yesterday. But this time feels different, it feels like getting a part of my freedom back.
Niall helps me out and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey brother," he smiles and moves to my back to start untying my hands.
I only stare at Carlos who stares back at me with the same perplexed expression that my own face is probably wearing right now.
What is it about this kid that treats me like an old friend? Sometimes I'm not quite sure if he is for real or just messing with me, laughing behind my back.
"You're untying him?" Carlos' eyes flicker over my shoulder to Niall.
"Yeah, why not?" I hear Niall's voice right behind me.
"Hm, I don't know," Carlos says, finally getting up from the ground. "He could try to strangle someone or get his hands on a knife and stab you," he says, at which Niall only laughs.
"Harry? Nah, Harry's cool," he says, but then his fingers go still as he pauses. "You're cool, right?" he hums and I'm pretty sure he is talking to me now, so I nod my head quickly.
"He's cool," Niall repeats.
In the next moment, I can feel the harsh rope falling from my wrists. It's such a good feeling but my skin feels raw and itchy. I bring my hands together infront of my chest and carefully rub at my wrists to help the pain subside.
I feel giddy while walking in between the two other boys, even though my joints still hurt and my shoulders are still so tight that the soreness radiates through my whole upper body.
"Here we are, Harry. We call it the Main Hall," Niall tells me when we get to the big cave hall with the multiple fireplaces.
This time, there are a lot more people around. It is rather loud in here, all the voices echoing through the cave. At the big table to my right, there are about ten kids, looking no older then 12, and a handfull of older girls, sitting with them. There are more people spread throughout the cave, though. How many members does this gang have?
As we make our way over to their central fireplace, I instantly spot their feathery haired leader, sitting on a log with a bottle of beer in his hand, his home-made crutch laying beside him.
Liam is sitting with him, and also an extremely handsome dark haired boy that I haven't seen before. When he turns his big round eyes up to us, he looks slightly surprised and taps Louis' leg to gain his attention.
Liam and Louis both follow the dark haired boy's eyes at the same time, and now they are all looking at me in surprise. Guess they didn't know Niall would already bring me back with him.
Carlos, Niall and I sit down on the other side of the campfire.
Liam gets up, more or less dragging the dark haired guy with him to get us some food, and Niall and Carlos start talking to each other with hushed words that I can't quite catch. So I just sit next to them, not knowing what to do with myself. I feel weird, just casually hanging out with the people that hold me captive.
When I see that Louis is still looking at me, I smile at him and he gives me the tiniest of smiles in return, but averts his gaze quickly.
I should have known that he won't be overly friendly to me all of a sudden, only because we may have had a moment or something last night. Still, my smile grows at his reaction. Does he not realize how easily I can see that it's all an act on his part? Last night I saw the real Louis and his genuine smile. He isn't the tough and indifferent person he is making himself out to be.
Liam and the other guy come back with two plates of buttered bread and a cup of tea which the dark haired boy hands me with a polite smile.
"Thanks, uh," I say, taking the cup and loving the heat that instantly starts warming my hands.
"Zayn," he says.
"Zayn," I repeat, "Thanks."
"So," Zayn says loudly as he sits down again, "should we maybe go through some rules while Harry's here?"
"Yeah, good idea," Liam agrees. He is currently removing some sort of cooked fowl from the rotisserie that is placed over the fire infront of us and puts it on a spare plate.
"Rule number one," he says, ripping off a few chunks of meat and distributing them to everyone around the campfire, "No matter how little foot we have, we always share equally." When he is done, he takes the rest of the meat and some cooked animals that actually look like rodents, and brings them over to all those kids at their big make-shift table.
"Rule number two, we all help out," Zayn says.
"For example tomorrow," Louis chips in, "You can help me and Liam cut some firewood. We're running out of it."
"We're always running out of everything," Niall says to me, quietly.
"Rule number three, and this applies specifically to you, Harry," Liam who has already returned to us, says. "You always need to stay with one of the captains."
"Captains?" I wonder, after swallowing a piece of their bread. The consistency is sticky and it tastes, well it doesn't taste really.
"These four sound lads here," Carlos explains with a smirk, gesturing towards Niall, Zayn, Liam and Louis, "They're our captains, they're in charge around here."
"Am I allowed to decide myself with whom I stay at what time?" I ask, my eyes automatically flickering over to Louis who is looking back at me.
"Of course you can, mate," Niall says matter-of-factly, bumping his fist to the side of my leg.
"Depending on the work you're supposed to be helping with," Liam says.
"But you're going back in your cell at night," Louis adds, his voice sounding deeper than usually and a little throaty, so he coughs slightly.
"So I've heard," I reply and look down at my plate, trying to push down my annoyance at that rule.
After a while, the hall begins to turn quieter and when I look around, I see that a lot of the younger kids have left. At some point Louis has gotten up from his log, to join Niall, Carlos and me. I really don't contribute much to their conversation other then the occasional smile I give Niall in return while they talk.
Two blond girls and a brunette join our group around the fire, bringing the left over food from the table. One of the blond girls looks about 14 and the other two around my age.
The older one of the two blonds sits down right next to Zayn and he puts his arm around her shoulder immediately. Niall tells me that her name is Perrie and that the two have been a couple for years now.
"The girls look after the kids and cook for us," Niall tells me, "Oh, and if you have clothes that need to be washed, give them to Beth over there." He gestures over to the brunette girl that is now sitting in Louis' old spot between Liam and Zayn. I really don't know how to keep up with all the new names.
"Such modern standards," I say under my breath, appearantly to quiet for Niall to hear. He doesn't react, but picks up a tiny piece of wood from the camp fire and throws it over the flames to Beth, hitting her head. She looks up at us and flips Niall off with a smirk, at which he winks back at her. Then he turns his head away as Carlos hands him the left-overs.
"We don't really have a choice, you know," I hear Louis' voice say, almost as quietly as my comment was before.
I turn to my other side to look at him. He is sitting next to me, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands tightly folded together.
"What do you mean?" I ask him in a low voice, I don't even know why we are talking so quietly.
"I know it's a rather traditional role allocation but it works for us," he says with a half smile, he looks almost apologetic. "We're not really in a position to be considerate like that, you know. It's more important for us to live our lifes as easy and efficient as we can. And it just makes sense to have the duties stricty divided. Everybody knows what their job is and it's easier to learn how to be more efficient at your job if you can concentrate on one thing instead of everything."
When I don't answer he sighs and pushes his hair off his forehead, he has incredibly perfect skin. I feel somewhat self-concious looking at it, I bet he never had a spot in his life.
"Look," he says and narrows his eyes at me when he catches me examining his face, "It's not like we treat our girls without respect or something. Our role allocation is just about the stuff that needs to be done around here."
Before I can respond, Zayn and his girlfriend get up and he takes her hand in his.
"We're off, guys," he calls to nobody in particular.
"Leaving the party early, ey," Carlos hollers and some of the others start howling.
Zayn puts his arm around the waist of his giggling girlfriend while they are walking off. His hand travels down to her bum and gropes at it, turning around at us with a smirk. At that they start laughing and howling again.
When the two are gone, the snickering and laughing doesn't stop.
"They are exclusive?" I ask Louis, just because I feel weird sitting next to everybody without talking.
Louis nods his head. "Yeah, I think so," he hums, "I guess Zayn would tell me if he was shagging some other girls, too."
"Are there others?" I ask, not looking at him. "I mean are there other couples in your gang?" I clarify.
"Hm, no. Not really," Louis says after a second, "Some of the others hook up occasionally, but nothing like Zayn and Perrie."
"Some of the others?" I catch on immediately, "You don't?"
A smirk appears on his face before he answers. "Not really your business, Styles, is it?" he says slowly.
"You're not giving me an answer? Is it that bad? Nobody wants you?" I innocently smile back at him.
I see something flicker over his face but he never stops smiling. "What do you think?" He jokingly gestures up and down his body.
I follow his hands and start looking at him more observantly. He is sitting right now and it is getting darker and darker as the fire dies down, so I can't really get a good look at him but I've seen him enough to fill in the gaps. He is short, well a good few inches shorter than I, and his hands look small too, now that I look at them. When he picks up his beer that he still hasn't finished and I see his little hand curl around the bottle, I feel the need to grab his hands and hold them in mine. But I don't.
Instead I turn my gaze to his thighs which look rather strong and have the perfect shape. When I look back to his face, I don't even know where to begin. His sharp cheek bones shape his face beautifully; his lips look soft and pink; and his stubble makes him look rough and unruly. But I am captivated the most my his deep, blue eyes that look back at me with a glint.
Every girl would want him, that's for sure.
When I realize how long I have been staring, I blink a few times and smile at him again.
"You're definitly shagging them all," I chuckle and stop myself from letting my eyes travel again.
"Oh, if only you knew," Louis smirks.
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