Instagram Fanboy - The Sequel - A Larry SMAU

POV - 3

It's 02:15 now, and so far no one that could possibly be his stalker have come up to Louis.

Louis is now sitting on a barstool, head resting on his folded arms, while he waits for Harry to get back from telling their friends that they are going home and that they would hopefully have better luck tomorrow night.

It's only been a few seconds since Harry left to tell the others before he feels an arm snaking around his waist and hot breath next to his face. He immediately knows it's not Harry and his eyes shoot open in fear.

"Well hello baby boy. Thought I'd never be able to get you alone tonight." The stranger says and Louis immediately sits up straight. He sees the stranger downing the rest of his drink before he slams the glass down on the bar. "These fucking people are constantly around." He continues, gesturing to where Harry is busy talking to the others.

Louis looks to see if he can see Harry, and he does. He sees the curly boy listening to Niall and then folding over in laughter. A smile tugging at the corners of his own mouth before he is again aware of the stranger holding on to him. "Don't do anything stupid now, Louis." He hears the stranger say and then the click of a pocket knive being opened before he feels the hard object against his side.

Louis' eyes goes wide, he feels them welling up with tears. "What do you want." He asks shakily.

The stranger rest his head against Louis' shoulder, keeping his grip firm around the blue-eyed boys' waist. "I thought I made myself abundantly clear when I said that I want you. What is so hard to understand about that?"

Louis looks over his shoulder to look at Harry again who for a mere second looked back to Louis, only to see the younger boy looking at him, wide eyes, filled with fear.

The next thing he sees, is Harry running towards them, before the rest of the boys look over and realizes what's going on.

In a matter of seconds, the stranger is pulled off of Louis, and pinned down on the floor by Harry, the latter making sure his fist collides with the stranger's face mutliple times before he speaks.

"Who are you?" The curly haired boy wants to know.

"Who wants to know?" The stangers' answer came, taunting Harry.

Louis looks on in fear as Harry pulls the stranger upwards by his collar and retracting his other arm again before he speaks. "Listen you fucking arsehole, I'm the one asking questions." He tightens his grip around the strangers' collar. "Now tell me who the fuck you are!" Harry shouts.

"I-" the stranger starts talking before he smiles wickedly as he looks Harry in the eyes. "Am your worst fucking nightmare."

That is the last words Harry remembers hearing before he feels a sharp pain and then he is being pushed off of the stranger. He feels himself falling forward, while the stranger makes a run for it.

Niall is quick to catch Harry and the rest of the boys set off after the stranger. When they get close to the exit, it is Liam who starts yelling. "Paul. Paul, he's on his way out!" And mere seconds later Paul steps in front of the stranger, blocking his only way out.

The stranger is being detained by club security, while they wait for the police to arrive, while back inside the club Louis has passed out after seeing a puddle of blood around Harry.

When he comes to, he sees Harry being loaded onto a gurney by paramedics. He immediately gets up and walks towards the older boy who has his eyes closed.

When Louis reaches the gurney, he can't help but stare at the knive in Harry's thigh. He then feels a hand rubbing against his own and looks down to see Harry trying to takes his hand into his own.