Forbidden Love

"A beauty, isn't he?" The man said, his voice sickeningly sweet it made Harry shiver. He tilted Harry's head up to get a better look at him. "Whatever you say, sir" His father grinned. "Does he talk?" Another man by the door said, his accent hard to make out but very strong. Harry swatted the man's hand away and folded his arms. He glared at the men. "Yeah, he talks, but not often." His father stated" Talk to him. See if he will reply." He continued, standing next to his son. "C'mere, darling," The man said, sitting back into one of the armchairs. "I don't bite." he had a stupid smirk on his face. Harry wished he could just run out of the house, but the man by the door made it impossible. He cautiously walked over to him and let he pull him down onto his lap. "Now, love, tell me, how old are you?" "Seventeen." Harry's voice was high pitched and shaky. "Harry!" His father snapped "What have I taught you about manners?" He quizzed Harry gulped thickly, then repeated, "I'm s-seventeen, S-sir" He was on the verge of crying, but he held them back, taking a deep breath. "Sorry, f-father" he apologized This wasn't new for Harry, ever since he was fifteen. Two years later and the same things are happening. This only started when his mother died, he must live with his father. His life has gone downhill ever since. His father had quite a few prostitutes, Harry being his main. He would sell him around and he likes the money he gets just by letting people use his son. *** "Harry! Come down, now!" Robbin, his Father, called from the stairs "Yeah? Do-Do I have to get ready?" Harry asked, walking down the stairs to his Father. "No. Never again." He said with a grin "What?" He wasn't bothered, just slightly confused as to why. "I'm selling you." He said bluntly "Y-Your what?" Harry asked in disbelief "Selling me?" "Yes, that's what I said. I owe some guys money and I can't pay for it, so you are the fill in. Now go, the buyers are in the living room." He ordered, grabbing Harry's wrist and pulling him to the room. Harry looked at his father with wide eyes before setting them on a man with short-ish black hair, he was quite tall and was dressed in a smart black suit he looked around 24. And another man sitting on the couch, he had short light brown hair and looked around 21, he also wore a matching black suit. "This him, eh?" The man said "Yeah, yeah. So, are you gonna take him?" Robbin asked. The man looked Harry up and down before taking a step closer. "Come." The man ordered. Harry walked over cautiously, head down and playing with the hem of his t-shirt. "C'mon, look at me, sweetheart. Let me get a better look at ya." Harry looked up at the man slowly, the man staring at him before speaking. "Mmhm, he's quite cute." "Good, he's yours now. Good day, Mr. Payne and Mr. Malik." Both men nodded in reply. Mr. Payne and Mr. Malik lead Harry outside to their black Range Rover. Mr. Payne sat at the back with him and Mr. Malik got in the Driver seat and proceeded to drive. "I'm Liam, by the way." Mr. Pa- Liam said. Harry gave him a small smile then turned away to look out the window. "And I'm Zayn." The man in the driver's seat stated. Harry gave him a small nod then looked out the window, watching all the trees and cars zoom past. "Oh, s**t I forgot to ask," Liam exclaimed. "How old are you, darlin'" "S-seventeen," Harry said softly, wrapping his arms around himself for comfort. "Only little." Harry hummed in response, then turned to the window again, letting the two men talk. " I'm guessing he's not much of a talker."Liam said to Zayn "Well, we can't blame him, Liam. We kinda just took him away from his home." "Yeah but like- " "I do talk y'know," Harry said quietly, cutting Liam off and earning a chuckle from Zayn. *** "Harry. Harry, wake up." Liam whispered, shaking Harry gently. " C'mon, love, we're here now." Harry's eyes fluttered open and were met with Liam smiling brightly. "And where is 'here' exactly?" Harry questioned, his voice raspy and small. "Your new home," Zayn said excitedly, lifting Harry out of the backseat and carrying him bridal style to the front door, then placing him down carefully. It was a mansion. A freaking mansion. Harry looked at it in awe, mouth hanging wide open and eyes wide. "New home?" Harry looked at the men in confusion. " you mean I'm, like going to live in a freaking mansion?!"He said with a wide grin. Liam and Zayn both nodded. Harry squealed with excitement. Both men chuckled at his reaction then unlocked the doors and let Harry walk inside first. The inside was way more beautiful than the outside. There was a red rug leading up to the stairs it was open and just wow. "Who the hell is that?" Harry's head snapped quickly towards the escalating stairs. There was a man with electric blue eyes and his hair brushed into a quiff, he had jogging bottoms on and a plain white top "Well?" The man asked when no one answered. "I-I umm I -" Harry stuttered "His name is Harry" Zayn started, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders. The man raised an eyebrow at Zayn and Liam. "And why is he in my house?" The man asked, eyes narrowing at Harry "Well, you see, Louis-" Louis...nice name, Harry thought . "- Harry was being used by his father and well Mr. Softie over here-" Liam said gesturing to Zayn who glared at him "- thought it would be a great idea to be the hero and save him." Louis looked at the two men with a blank expression. " Okay...we will talk about this in the morning. Put him in one of the spare rooms." He dismissed the three with a wave of his hand, then continued to walk into one of the rooms beside the stairs. "C'mon then, mate. Let's go quickly before Niall sees you." Zayn chuckled. "What happens if Niall sees me and who is Niall?" "Well -" "New person!!" A voice from the kitchen called, cutting Zayn off. "Well, that's Niall and that happens." Liam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose Niall ran over to Harry and looked him dead in the eye with a wide smile. "Who are you? What's your name? Where you from? How old are you? Are you-" "Niall!" Louis called from the side of the stairs. "Stop interrogating the kid. He just got here." "But-" "No 'but's Niall. Leave him be." Louis ordered, then he turned to go back into the room. Niall sulked and went back into the kitchen. "Be prepared for questions tomorrow," Zayn whispered in Harry's ear. " Okay, now let's go you settled." Zayn and Liam guided Harry up the stairs and into one of the big spare rooms. They explained to him what rooms he can and can't go into and where everything is. "Okay, well you know the rules from here and out, so night, love," Liam said, giving Harry a quick kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, night mate. Let's hope Louis lets you stay." Harry gave Zayn a shy smile then snuggled into the bed sheets. "Night guys and thank you," Harry said sleepily. "For what love?" Liam questioned "Saving me from my dad and for being nice." He said through a yawn. "Awe no problem, bud" Liam and Zayn walked out the room and shut the door quietly. Let's hope Louis lets Harry stay, he really doesn't want to go back to his father...