Styles Boys

Wrong move

Louis' POV:

 Edward had just tricked me and his brothers before jumping out of his window.
This boy is crazy!
I love it, but it's also dangerous. Especially because it's raining and he's not in the best condition. After what I think he probably went through, he shouldn't be alone. 

 I gasp and run downstairs with Marcel and Harry close behind. We don't waste time in sprinting out the door into the stormy night. 

I lead in the direction I think Edward went. I turn multiple corners, searching everywhere. I stop to look around, but Marcel runs into me, clearly not expecting me to stop. I catch him before he falls in the puddle behind and talk above the rain, "You okay?" He nods and sniffles. I'm not sure if it's from crying or the cold rain. "Hey, hey, calm down baby. Shh, we'll find him."

 Marcel shakes his head before yelling out, "But he's probably so cold and scared. It's pouring out here and he's in his underwear!" I embrace the shaking boy and make eye contact with Harry behind him. 

He looks upset too and cold. I should take them back home, they don't need to be out here. I'll come back without them.

 Harry starts trudging forward so I pull Marcel along. He reaches the end of an alley way and peers out, "Oh my god! I see him! Edward! Edward!" He screeches, pointing to Edward and a man in a black coat getting into a black car. 

Something about that man seems... familiar.
I know him, he reminds me of- Oh shit! 

 Harry starts calling for Edward again, but I quickly cover his mouth, "Edwa-" 

He tries to pull away from me but I don't notice, scanning the scene in front of me. Trying to make sure the man doesn't hear us. Edward seemed like he heard as he hesitated to get into the car.

 But after a painful minute of Harry trying to pull away from me, the car finally drove off. I loosened my hold on Harry but he swung his elbow backwards, hitting me in the stomach. I bend over in pain, clutching my stomach, "Why did you do that Louis? He was right there and now we've lost him!" Harry roars. 

I look up at the angered boy and regain my composure, "We can't talk here. It's not safe, or secure. Follow me." I grab Marcel's hand in my right hand and Harry's in my left. I start the journey to my house, wary of everything I see slightly move. 

 We make inside, and I glance at my parents. They see the two scared boys in my hands and quietly ask, "Is everything okay, Louis?" 

I let go of the boys and tell, "No, it's bad. Just stay down here and let the boys in when they get here." I head to my room with Harry and Marcel. I sit in my desk chair and pull out my phone. I dial Liam's number and wait for him to pick up, "Liam? I need you to get Zayn and Niall, and come to my house, okay? Hurry. I can't believe it, but... It's happening." I hang up and look at the awkward and terrified boys dripping on my floor.

 I walk to my drawers and pull out two pairs of my smallest boxers and two t-shirts. I carefully hand them to the boys and turn away. They strip from their wet clothes and change into my warm, large ones. 

After a bit, Harry clears his throat, "You can turn around now. But can you please tell us what's going on? Who was that with Edward? Why are you acting so different? Why is Liam coming with Niall and Zayn?" I look him in the eye and shake my head slightly. He noticed how different my behavior was and is very confused. 

 I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands. They slowly make their way to me and sit at my sides. Marcel leans against me, trying to snuggle into my neck. His cold nose tickles me and I turn to him with a small smile. I pull him onto my lap and pet his damp hair. His breathing slows as he cuddles into me deeper.

 Right when he's about to fall asleep, my two best friends and Zayn burst through my door, startling Marcel. I squeeze him tight as Liam starts blabbing, "Louis, what happened? By 'it' did you mean what I think you mean? Because that's not good! This is horrible! How far in are we? Can we stop it? And... oh. Shit Edward's gone..."

 Zayn gasps behind his boyfriend and starts tearing up. Niall is working hard to control his breathing, but the amount of sorrow in the room is overwhelming him. I nod to Liam before looking worriedly at Niall. 

He waves me off, "I'm fine, just tell us exactly what happened."

 I adjust the shaking Marcel and lean against the headboard. Harry scoots closer as the other boys climb on my bed too. Zayn is trying to get as close to Liam as possible, clearly being terrified. 

I start explaining, "After what happened at school, we of course took him back to their house. But I was too distracted to see the signs... the signs of what's about to happen. When he woke up, he was angry after telling us the story of why he was in the bathroom. He started blaming us, and I still didn't see the signs. He tried to leave and eventually succeeded. Once we were out looking for him, I started to realize what was happening. But I was hoping it was just a coincidence... Then h-he, he got into the car. The car. With, him."

 I was squeezing Marcel so tightly he was starting to squirm. I pulled him even closer and he whimpered slightly. Niall used his powers to calm me enough to let Marcel go. He crawled off my lap and sat close to Harry. 

They held each other as I went to explain to them what I told my friends months ago, "That man, he's not good. I've seen him before, but not ever that close in real life. I uh, I can see the future, and before you came to London, I saw all of you. All three, starting from when Harry first sat down with me in class for the first time. I also saw when he found Edward in the bathroom. A lot of bits and pieces were missing from my vision but I remember Edward leaving and getting in the car. I saw a part of what's supposed to happen in a few days. Edward and the others, we get in a battle." 

 Harry quietly asks, "Who was that man? And what others?" I glance at him and Marcel, staring at me.

 "That man was Simon Cowell, or The Judge as the world knows him. And the others, are a team. A team you've probably heard of, destroying good things in the world. The Wanted. They are going to team up with The Judge and destroy the world. I don't know if we can stop it. Now that they have Edward, nothing we do will save him. I'm so sorry but in my vision, Edward dies..." 

I start letting a few tears drop as realization hits Marcel and Harry's faces. They both start bawling and shaking uncontrollably. Zayn is curled up on Liam, crying softly, same as Niall and Liam. 

 Edward is out there alone.
With evil people that will just kill him after they're done using him.
And Harry and Marcel are here, unable to do anything against a team that will kill their brother.
And me, I just realized the reason why I saw them in my vision.
I saw them in my future because... they are my future.
I love them.
And I will do anything to save them.