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“Where is my sister?” Harry asks quietly. He feels anything but quiet, though. He feels hot all over, like the silk top he has on is ablaze, chasing flames up and down his skin. “Do not lie to me again, Louis Tomlinson. Where is my sister?”
“I don’t know,” Louis says, and it’s just three syllables, but they make Harry want to rip his own hair out. He has to clamp his jaw shut, lest he say something impulsively. “I don’t know,” Louis repeats when Harry says nothing.
“Where is your father now?” The queen’s voice cuts in, leaving Harry feeling unsteady.
“I don’t know.”
“When did you last see him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Dear god, do you know anything?” Harry snaps, unable to contain himself any longer. “You’ve been pulling barely coherent answers right out of your ass ever since you woke up, so, tell me, is there something that you do know, Tomlinson?”
It happens fast. One second Louis looks dazed and overwhelmed, and the next he looks stormy. There’s steel in his eyes where a moment ago there was hazy blue and he glares at Harry like he stopped caring about everything years ago. “I know that I had to take on three men by myself in an effort to keep your sister safe,” he speaks quietly, but the anger and bitterness in his voice are palpable. “I know that somewhere in the midst of fighting three trained people, one of them knocked me unconscious. I know I was held hostage and I know I had to fight my way back here. I know I was beaten to a pulp when I didn’t answer questions to someone’s liking and I know I woke up days later only to be interrogated again. I know my back is bleeding because I can feel my top clinging to the blood and I know I haven’t eaten since the evening of the ball because my stomach is twisting in on itself. I know my sisters are probably scared out of their minds because I’m their only guardian and I know the only thing stopping me from seeing them and making sure they’re alright is you.”
When Louis stops speaking, there’s heavy silence in the room, apart from the painfully loud rhythm of Harry’s heart.
“With all due respect, is that enough for you, Your Highness?”
