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CHAPTER FIVE

Louis~

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

We're so fucked.

I pull Luella back into the shop and I take my phone out calling Harry, waiting for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Harry, fuck, I need you to pick us up. Quickly." I speak into the phone.

"What, why? Louis you have your own car, you can get home." He says, annoyed.

"No Harry, they've broken my car. They know we have her." 

"whos they-"

"The Cobras, Harry!" I shout.

"Oh fuck. Are you with her? Where are you? Have you seen any of them? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He says quickly.

 caring Harry was my favourite Harry.

I tell him where we are and he says he'll be five minutes.

I look to see Luella with a concerned face. I hate lying to people, I don't like the fact she's here because of one thing. She seems like a good person and she's funny. To me, our friendship is real, but I know to others and soon enough to her, its fake. It was all fake. Honestly, I'm trying to give her the best time of her life because realistically, she doesn't have much time left.

"Louis, What the fuck happened back there?" She says in an angry tone.

"Luella, You know I cant tell you anything..." I say as calmly as I can.

"Bullshit!" She screams. "My life was just in danger and you wont even tell me what's going on?!"

If only she knew actually how much her life is in danger.

"Luella please, lets just get home safely."

"Home" She scoffs at the word "I want to go home. My home. My flat."

As I'm about to reply, Harry messages me he's outside.

I pick up all the shopping bags telling Luella Harry is here and we leave.

I put the bags in the boot and walk around the car sitting in the passenger seat while Luella sits in the back, not saying a single word.

"Jesus fucking Christ Louis, how many bags does she need? How much did you spend on her?" 

"Harry, she needed clothes. she doesn't have any." I argue.

"She can easily walk around with no clothes." He looks at her in the rear-view mirror. "Can't you princess?" He teases, but there's silence.

"Someone's in a pissy mood, did the then thousand grand that was spent on you not do the job?" He says

"Leave her alone, Harry."

We drive back in silence, the soft sound of the radio playing in the background, easing the awkwardness.

Once we arrive I take Luella's bags upstairs into her room and place them besides the bed.

"Thanks" She mutters.

"My pleasure." I reply with a small smile.

I go back downstairs and hear Harry calling my name. I walk towards the living room and see Niall and Harry sat on the sofa with serious expressions on their faces.

"Look at his." Harry hands me a newspaper.

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