You had been kidnapped two weeks ago by two men, they hadn't shown any intent in hurting you —too much— but they had completely prhobited you from going near windows or doors. Their house was huge, and you had been kept in a dusty old and moldy basement for your first week before they had made sure you would cooperate and then moved you into one of the guests rooms.

You were able to have a "normal" routine inside their house, but both of them made sure to warn you about the horrible consequences trying to run away from them would have. Obviously, Louis had been much more soft about it than Harry —Harry had literally explained to you in detail how they would punish you by making you watch as they tore your insides open if you ever were to try and run away—.

You were traumatized, that was a fact, by the fact that you had been taken away from your family and locked up in a house with two strangers that knew everything about you —even the slightest details— and that were not shy in saying that you would be punished in gruesome ways were you ever to try escaping from their house.

You had been doing your best to behave as well as you humanly could, trying so hard to be a "good guest" in their eyes. They had specified you would only receive punishment were you ever to try and call for help, try to escape, try to run away from them, disrespect them or looking out of the window, but still.. when that glass slipped from your fingers and crashed against the ground you felt your heart come to a sudden halt. The anxiety started building up in an alarming rate as you saw the shattered pieces of glass on the floor, breathing picking up and heart speeding up. Fingers starting to twitch and hands starting to shake violently.

You ran as fast as you could to your room as you heard the sound of Louis and Harry's hushed steps to the kitchen. You hid under your bed in a panic, shivering and trembling, before you heard both Louis' and Harry's confused calls of your name after they had spotted the broken glass.