Larry One Shots

Harry: Drugged (2)

Louis POV

After we searched the bar a few times too many, we decided on calling the police. I tried Harry's phone but it went straight to voicemail. I tried 8 times and it was the same every time. The police arrived after a few minutes.

"Where was the last time you saw him?" The officer asked.

"He was at the bar." He nodded and went to the bartender to ask her some questions. I overheard their conversation and how the bartender said that she saw Harry be dragged out with two guys out the back door.

"Wait, you saw him leave with two guys?" She nodded.

"I mean I overheard him talking about a boyfriend so I assumed that they were together. They went out the backdoor and went to the left. I'm sorry I didn't know that he was in trouble." I thanked her and followed the officers outside the back door. We headed down out to the street and looked down a few alleyways until we saw 2 guys holding Harry down. I started to make my way towards them, but the officer pulled me back.

"No. I have a few more officers coming, so we wait for them and then we approach, but you'll have to stay back. Let us handle this. He'll be okay." I nodded and just watched. Connor and Jeff tried to calm me, but I couldn't just stay calm. Eventually, more officers arrived and they started to make their way down the alleyway.

"Step away from the man and put your hands where I can see them." The officer said, drawing their guns. Then the man that was standing over Harry pulled Harry to a kneeling position and pulled a gun of his own and spoke up.

"You come closer and he dies." He said, placing the gun right to the back of Harry's head. He was blindfolded, but I could hear him whimpering, plus he was only in his boxers.

"Haz." I cried, while Jeff and Connor held me back. The officers moved closer and he pulled the safety, which made me even more nervous.

"Come on kid, just let him go and maybe we could make a deal." The officer said and the guy laughed, while his grip on Harry tightened.

"No no no. I know how you guys work." He let go of Harry for a second, revealing his shoulder, which the officers took advantage of. They were able to shoot the guy in the shoulder and he released Harry and they both collapsed to the ground. Once the two guys were in custody, they waved over to us and we all ran to Harry, who was sobbing.

"Hey it's okay. You're okay Haz." I said, taking the cloth from his mouth and then removing the one from his eyes. I used my pocket knife to cut the ties on his hands and he launched himself at me.

The paramedics came over and tried to pull Harry from me, but he was reluctant and held onto me with death grip.

"Don't let me go Lou please I want to stay with you!" He said, still sobbing.

"Okay I won't." I said and turned to the paramedics. "You can take him, but I have to come with him. He's quite traumatized." They nodded.

"Haz come on. They just want to check you out, plus you are bleeding and quite bruised." I helped him to stand, but he collapsed to the ground again, whimpering in pain. "What's wrong? Something hurt?"

"My hips. He was kneeling on them, putting all his weight. I think my right one might be dislocated." I nodded and waved the paramedics over. They helped me lift him on the stretcher. The wheeled him to the ambulance. Before we left, I went over to Jeff and Connor.

"Guys go collect Liam, Niall and Stan. Take a taxi to the hospital and meet us there. Let me know when you guys get there." They nodded and headed back in the direction of the bar as I rejoined Harry in the ambulance. He was crying again and was trying to fight off the paramedics.

"Don't touch me!" he shouted, slapping their hands away.

"Haz just let them help you." He shook his head no.

"No you don't understand I don't want to be touched right now, except by you. Can we just go home please?"

"Sir we think you have a concussion and with your hip, you have to go to-"

"Shut the hell up!" He shouted and I took his hand.

"Just start driving." I told the paramedic and he did what I said. We began the drive to the hospital and it took some convincing, but Harry eventually allowed the paramedics to give him oxygen and begin to examine him. We arrived at the hospital and Harry requested that I stay with him, which the doctor allowed.