One second he couldn't see anything, and then the next, he still couldn't see anything.

They had just pulled the bag off his head and that resulted in a flood of blinding and unwelcomed light straining Harry's vision.

And then he heard the sound of skin hitting skin and a yelp, "Wake up!"

His head had never turned so fast.

Louis.

That bitch just slapped Louis.

Anger warmed Harry's freezing skin.

As he looked around, he could tell that they were the basement of someone's house, probably their kidnappers', so that was probably why it was so chilly.

Harry tried to yell at the two masked men, especially that one nearest to Louis because he was more-than-likely the one who hurt him, but all that came out were a couple of muffled noises and some drool.

They fucking gagged him.

"Aw, he wants to talk?" a mocking voice rang out in the room and Harry could see the fake pout the un-slapping-kidnapper was sporting.

And then the gag was pulled out of his mouth and he couldn't help the spew of curses he let out.

"You fucking bitches! Don't touch my boyfriend or so help me I will murder your fucking ugly asses!"

And the one who assaulted Louis laughed.

He fucking laughed.

"Well," he smirked, "I was going to let you two live and make you my sex slave, but..."

Two gunshots rang out, and suddenly Harry was blinded again.

Only this time, he didn't have the voice in his head to keep him company.