Love is War (L.S.)

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"I was supposed to kill you," Louis tells him. 

He closes his eyes momentarily, afraid of what the response will be. Afraid of what his face will look like. Afraid of everything. His breaths are coming out staggered and he's doing his best to control them.

Harry takes a step forward and Louis feels his hand enveloping his own. He feels the gun in his hand being raised without his permission. He opens his eyes after what feels like a lifetime to see the weapon that's still in his hand being pointed toward Harry's chest, without his volition.

Harry stares at him with those beautiful, soul-crushing green eyes. His pink lips are set in a tight firm, straight line, and his eyebrows are furrowed like always.

"So kill me," Harry whispers softly. 

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(A/N: A few quick disclaimers - explicit language is used in this story, there is smut as well, and please note that I have never been to London or France so I apologize if I butcher anything, such as the language or otherwise related to these places).