The woman wears a long black robe, similar to the other woman in this asylum, except for the bright red cross necklace that dangles between her breasts. Her blonde hair is pushed back into a tight pony tail and she has bright and cold blue eyes. Her eyes move from Liam and narrow as they land on the young boy who lies on the bed. She brings a hand to her mouth, her cold eyes scanning the blood that is smeared all over the walls and floor. Zayn looks at the floor and back at the woman who is positively seething. Her jaw is clenched and her eyebrows are furrowed. 

"Zayn," She whispers, slow and careful 

"Yes Head Mis-,"

"You have one minute to explain yourself or else you will be carried up into my office, and I will whip you until you bleed. A poor innocent young boy is bloody getting his wrists re-stitched, do you understand what you have done?" 

"Would you like me to leave?" Liam whispers

"No, you're staying here and if this boy plays up, you'll be taking him into the room and whipping him until I say stop,"

Liam swallows thickly and notices Zayn visibly wince at her words. 

"I-I don't know what came over me. I have problems. We were talking about our lives, and interests and then he-he said something and it triggered this rage, and the voices wouldn't stop and I was so mad, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt him," Zayn whispers

"Bullshit Zayn! You wanted to hurt him, just like your friend," 

Zayn's eyes visibly darken and he clenches his jaw and he almost spits.

"You fucking know nothing, he deserve-," 

Zayn's cut off when he's lifted off the bed, and his wrists are thrown into all too familiar cold and tight cuffs, Liam grips him tightly with a large hand. Zayn is too weak to fight against Liam's hold, so he just leaves it. He scowls at Liam although he isn't looking. 

"Take him into my room, teach him a lesson, because he obviously doesn't know how things work around here,"

The hallways seem to go on for miles, and Zayn can physically feel people staring at him from their cells, and he grimaces as he see's some hands poking out through the bars, and some laughing and groaning. He keeps his head down, and continues walking down the hallway, well, dragged down the hallway basically. Head Mistress Landles walks a few steps ahead, her shoes making the halls echo. They walk up a giant flight of stairs, and Zayn counts to fourty in his head before he reaches the top. Liam takes a sharp left and then Zayn is pushed into a room, and shoved over a desk. Zayn's weak and helpless, he can feel Head Mistress Landles hand resting on his back, pushing him further into the hard wood. There's another pair of hands that quickly pull down his jeans and Zayn bites down on his tongue when he feels cold air touching his ass. He can feel something hard and cold running against his ass, and he just knows it's the whip.

"Are you going to whip him Liam?" Head Mistress Landles shouts

"Yes," 

There's a brief silence before Zayn shouts out loud, his arms jolting and he swears when he can't retaliate. His ass is searing and he can basically feel the swelling already, he doesn't have time to prepare because there's a second, and a third, and Zayn loses count after 10, but he's got his eyes closed so tight he is seeing stars and jaw clenched so tight his teeth might shatter. It stops for a moment before there's one last whack, and it's harder. Definitely the worst and Zayn lets out a muffled cry. 

"Okay, that's enough, Put the whip away and clean off the blood," 

"I'm bleeding?" Zayn's voice is broken

"Of course you are! You deserve to bleed," 

"I don't-," 

"You made that boy almost bleed to death, you can handle a little whipping,"

Zayn lets out a giant shout, voice strained and eyes watering when he feels something cold touching the aching and it stings so bad. His eyes start watering and he rests his cheek against the cool surface of the wooden table, eventually the stinging slightly subsides and then his pants are pulled up, and he's forced to stand up. He turns back to Liam, and glares. Liam doesn't make eye contact, he just stares right at Head Mistress Landles. 

"Liam, will you please escort Zayn to solitary," 

Zayn's eyes bulge out of his face and he turns to Mrs Landles.

"No, anywhere but there, please," 

He's already being pulled out of the room, he tries to thrash but he's too weak in Liam's hold. 

"It's hell in there! I'll do anything, I can't be left in the darkness again, not without someone. I can't starve there for days please," Zayn shouts, as the glass doors to Mrs Landles office close. 

Zayn doesn't say a word until he's thrown into the cold and dirty darkness of solitary confinement. He lands on his ass and cusses, because the pain is unbearable. He stands up and walks to the door and watches as Liam locks it carefully and turns on the electric wiring system. 

"Liam," Zayn whispers

Liam looks up, but he can barely see Zayn in the darkness. He can just make out his dark eyes that are starting to water and the outline of his jaw. Liam sighs and places the keys back in his pockets. 

"I'm sorry but you really hurt someone back there,"

"I'm not insane," 

Liam rolls his eyes.

"I've heard that before,"

"I just got a little mad, I-I'm not psycho. I don't deserve to be here,"

"Yeah you don't," 

Zayn breathes a sigh of relief.

"You should have gotten the death penalty," 

Zayn goes to retaliate but Liam's already walking down the hallway, disappearing into the darkness. Zayn turns around and presses his back against the bars and sinks to the floor, and then he shouts because not only is he stuck here, but Liam forgot to take his hand cuffs off. Zayn closes his eyes and shakes his head, listening to the sick shouting of the man next door. 

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It's a few days later when Louis is let out again, he's terrified to see Zayn again but he's been told that Zayn won't harm him any time soon. His stitches have been re-done up and he's been re-bandaged. He's being walked into his new room but he can't help but stop in his tracks when he see's a figure in the corner of his eyes. He walks closer and peaks through the slightly tinted glass. His mouth dries and he can feel his legs starting to buckle slightly. It's all in slow motion, and he can suddenly see every single detail of the man in front of him. He's wearing a tight fitting black singlet and black shorts, with black runners. His pale milky skin is covered in a layer of glistening sweat and his biceps bulge, stretching out the dark ink that is painted on his skin. There's one with his right hand and it's followed my a sharp left hook, and then the boy takes a step back, wiping his forehead on his forearms. His curls are damp with sweat and cling to his skin, and bounces slightly with his sharp movements.  

"Can I-Go and watch?"

"I'm sure Mr Styles wouldn't mind a bit of an audience," 

Liam leads Louis to the side entrance and Louis sits on the plastic chairs, close but not close enough for Harry to notice. It's easier to see Harry and even though he's still not as close as he'd like, he can hear Harry letting out grunts with each punch onto the punching bag. His back is tense and the muscles are bulging, along with his biceps and Louis is terrified but so drawn because Harry is just that type of guy.  

"May I please go to the toilet?" Louis mumbles, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. 

"Sure, it's on the left, just about 5 meters away," Liam points to the dark blue door

Louis smiles gently and silently and carefully makes his way over. He breathes a sigh of relief because Harry doesn't look over once, so Louis is safe. Louis didn't lie, he really did need a piss, so he quickly unbuttons his pants and relieves the aching in his bladder, and zips his pants up. He washes his hands and look at himself in the mirror. His eyes that are usually a dark blue look so much lighter and his skin is starting to look paler than usual, that's probably because there's no access to the outside world, meaning no sun. Louis washes his face, and sighs as the cold liquid splashes onto his warm skin. One hand resting on the edge of the sink. It's then when it finally happens. Louis has a habit of having flash backs, and sometimes they are that strong that he can't even hold himself up. His vision goes white for a few moments before he literally see's his past like he's right there.

 It's his birthday party, and Stan is piss drunk, clinging off Louis like a monkey and Louis can't lie, he loves every single moment of it. Louis' warm breath is ticking Louis' neck and his lips are brushing against his ear. Louis looks at the camera, and his mother stands behind it, she smiles and Louis smiles back, feeling like he's absolutely glowing, but it's only because just as she presses the button, Stan mumbles an "I love you". The feeling is like an electric surge, and it kind of just hits him all at once, making his muscles lock and his jaw to clench, the second feeling is euphoria, and his entire body is buzzing, then sadness, shock, happiness, surprise, all at once. It's enough to cry so maybe that's what he does. He buries his face into Stan's shoulder and lets out a muffled "love you too," and cries. Stan takes another sip of his drink and lets out a shout as a song starts to blare. 

"It's our song Lou! C'mon,"

I'm coming out of my cage

And I’ve been doing just fine

Gotta gotta be down

Because I want it all

It started out with a kiss

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss

It was only a kiss

Louis doesn't have time to say no because he's literally being pulled into the spare room. Stan links his hand into Louis' and spins him around, shouting loud and drunkenly through the music and Louis laughs hard but manages to chuckle out the lyrics.

"Now I’m falling asleep

And she’s calling a cab." Louis laughs

Stan starts swaying his hips side to side, and it's enough for Louis to almost pounce on the boy, but he's just thankful he's not drunk enough and still has his had screwed on tight, so Louis throws his hands above his head, swinging his hips to the beat of the music, yelling the lyrics.

"While he’s having a smoke

And she’s taking a drag

Now they’re going to bed

And my stomach is sick

And it’s all in my head"

They manage to sing the rest of the lyrics until the chorus comes up and Louis knows it's about to get a bit fun because this is probably his favourite moment. It's something that he forced himself to forget for quite a while, but it always comes back. The chorus begins and suddenly Louis has his arms around Stan's neck, and Stan is rolling his body against Louis' and Louis' breath hitches and he feels his pants tightening. 

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibis

But it’s just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes

‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

Then it's all a bit of a whirlwind from there and Louis is never too sure who made the first move but suddenly Stan's fingers are digging into his neck, and Louis' hands are running through Stan's soft hair and their lips are together, hard and moving sloppily. Louis DOES remember it's Stan that sticks his tongue in first and Louis thinks that if he keeps it up, he'll do something he'll regret, but he's just so lost in the sea of Stan that he forgets to pull away. It's probably another minute of them viciously making out and bodies grinding together closely until the song changes and THEN Louis finally pulls away. Stan wipes his mouth and smiles wickedly before taking a giant scull of the rest of his bottle. Louis is kind of frozen into spot, because that memory had been so long forgotten, it's hitting him in tidal waves. 

The vision disappears as fast as it really appeared because he feels a hand clutching his shoulder and shaking him, and there's a voice, loud and clear, slightly scared, but the voice is enough for Louis to jolt out of his trance and gasp for air. He realises he's back in the bathroom, but he's lying on the cold floor and he groans. His head is aching already. He must have passed out or collapsed during the flashback. He brings a hand to his head and mutters a cuss word.

"Are you okay?" 

Louis' head snaps towards the voice and he scrambles to his feet. His chest tight, and the man drops his hand from Louis' shoulder.

"I'm fine, don't touch me. Keep away from me," Louis whispers

"I'm not going to hurt you, why are you so afraid of me?"

"Harry, don't give me your bullshit. just go out and continue your boxing. I was busy," 

"Busy what? convulsing on the ground? Okay then Louis," Harry rolls his eyes, "oh and by the way, I finished my gym session. but seriously, I'm not going to hurt you.."

The "yet" is silent but it dances in the air around them and pierces Louis as if Harry had said it in real life. Louis tries to take a step back, but the wall is there.

"I've fucking heard that before. I just got out of some kind of protection programme. friendly reminder I had a room-mate that said he wouldn't and he fucking ripped apart my stitches," 

"Who tried to stitch you back up?"

"Oh just because you did something nice, that makes you unpsychotic?" 

"No, I was just-," 

"Exactly," Louis whispers

Louis is staring at Harry and Harry stares right back. His face is scarily blank and he has a towel around his shoulders. He's still covered in sweat and his hair is flicked across his forehead, curls looking softer and bouncier than usual, his green eyes dark, almost as dark as the pupil in his eyes, and his lips are closed in a thin line. Louis is close enough to hear Harry breathing heavily, obviously still puffed after his work out, and he's close enough to notice the ink on his skin. He can just make out a rose and a scull before Harry turns away and Louis is staring at his back. Harry is digging into his bag and then Harry mumbles something basically inaudible.

"What?" Louis asks

"Liam is probably worried, you've been in here for about 10 minutes,"

"You don't know how long I've been in here," Louis scoffs

"You don't think I noticed you enter the room, or I didn't see you walk in here?"

"Fuck, you didn't even look in my direction, stop being stupid," 

"I could see you in the corner of my eye," Harry laughs

"Whatever,"

Louis is already on his way out, before he's pushed up against the wall, his hands pinned by his sides and he literally cannot breathe. He can smell Harry, and he's never felt so scared in his life. He can smell Harry's sweat and how he still smells like smoke, and Harry's body is pressed against Louis' back. Harry's breath tickles Louis' hairline at the back, and Louis inhales sharply, trying to wriggle out of Harry's grip.

"the more you move, the harder I'll push you into the wall," Harry whispers, matter-of-factly, before pushing Louis harder into the wall with his torso.

"G-Get off me!" Louis mutters

"I have done nothing wrong to you, so you have no fucking right to treat me horribly, you don't even know who I am," Harry grunts

"You're-."

Before Louis can answer he's spun around fast, his back pressed against the wall, Harry's leg placed between his legs and his arms on either side of his head. Louis is literally trapped and Harry is so close. His eyes are the burning embers of hell and his jaw juts out angrily. Harry's eyes don't move from Louis' and he breathes out.

"I'm a what? Do you have any new words besides a sick, psychotic, fucked up person? You don't know who I am, or what I've done, or-,"

"I know exactly what you did," Louis frowns\

"What? what the fuck did I do then?" Harry's voice raises, and Louis slightly cowers

Harry is quite literally towering over him and Louis feels so fucking small. 

"You killed innocent people, you killed your fucking girlfriend. You-You're a murderer. You're going to rot away in here, with no one to love because the only person who fucking loved you was murdered and you were the one to do it," Louis spits

Harry's nostrils flare and his lips tremble and his cheeks start turning a bright red and Louis is literally begging for Liam to come in right about now.

"Don't you fucking dare, Jade...I-I didn't-," Harry stammers, rage setting in his burning eyes, before his fist suddenly flies forward, splintering the wood besides Louis' head. Louis inhales, eyes bulging and he stares, unable to move. 

"Jade loved you, and you fucking murdered her! You fucking murdered her! you're never going to be loved ever again," Louis pushes Harry's chest and Harry takes two steps backwards.

Harry's shoulders are square and his back is straight, he's not slouched like usually. He looks like he's been electrocuted. His fingers twitch by his side, and his lips move apart, and he inhales and Louis swears he can see steam coming out of Harry's ears. Harry looks like he might burst a blood vessel, because veins are popping out of his neck.

"I didn't-you don't understand. I loved her! I fucking love her," Harry shouts, his voice booming around the tiny room.

"If you fucking loved her then why did you fucking murder her! Why hasn't her body ever been fucking discovered! I would have thought if you loved her so much, you would have led police to her fucking body and given her a bur-,"

"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING. YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW ME!" Harry screams, pulling at his hair

"The whole world knows what you are Harry Styles, you just need to realise what you are. The sooner the better," 

"I'm not a fucking monster," Harry stares at him through pained eyes.

"If you're not a monster then why did you fucking decapitate that school teacher? why did you rape and murder those poor girls, and why did you skin that poor teacher, if that's not what a monster does, then I don't know what," Louis narrows his eyes

Harry steps a couple steps forward until he's looking down on Louis, and Louis looks up at him, through his thick lashes and Harry's literally radiating heat from the sun. Harry's fingers grip the fabric around Louis' neck, and he grunts as he lifts Louis a few centimetres off the ground.

"If you want to believe I'm a fucking monster, then I'll show you what a monster does to little boys like you," Harry's lips turn up into a smirk, as he presses his hips against Louis' and Louis is pinned against the wall

"Let me go," Louis whispers

"No," Harry brings his face so close that Louis starts to feel weak

Harry steps back all of a sudden when he can hear someone walking in, and Louis lands on his feet with a soft thud, and he breathes a sigh of relief. Harry returns to his bag, and digs out another towel and some soap. 

"Louis?" 

Louis looks over at Liam and smiles, lips shaking.

"Are you okay? Did Harry do anything?"

"No, no. I just had a bit of a panic attack. Harry was no trouble at all, we ready to go?" 

"Yeah, I've been waiting for you," Liam sighs

Louis walks over to his side and notices Harry glaring at Liam and Liam just rolls his eyes, before turning away. Louis is leaving the room, with Liam by his side when he looks over his shoulder and swallows thickly. Harry is leaning against the wall and holds a finger to his throat, and slowly moves it across his flesh, and smiles and Louis almost vomits.