Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

The Safehouse

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(Author's note after this chapter as well)

Warning: This chapter does mention depression, self-harm, and brief mentions of death/murder. Please read carefully and know that you are all amazing. ❤

Also, surprise ending to this one! 😉👌

Chapter 42:

"So what's the plan?" Harry wondered as he sat beside me on the small cabin sofa. We were eating toast and waffles for breakfast after sleeping for a while. Harry winced slightly as he sat, and I saw him blush as I smirked at him. I leaned over, ignoring the pain in my side, and kissed his lips.

"The plan is to wait," I finally announced, seeing him nod in understanding. "Zayn's working on gathering an extraction team to help us out. For now, all we can really do is stay put. It'll take a few days at the most."

"If I wasn't here with you, would you still stay put?" He pondered, looking up at me as he took a bite of his toast.

"Probably not. I'd probably go back and kill every single one of them," I voiced, rage seething in my tone. But I found that even as I said the words, they didn't ring true in the way that they used to. There was some sort of hesitation within me, and I knew Harry was the reason for it. He nurtured it into me.

"Then I'm glad I'm here with you," He admitted, and I looked at him like he was crazy. "You needed someone to stitch you up and make sure you actually stay put and rest so you can heal. You were shot twice, Louis, and another bullet grazed your leg. I don't even want to imagine what that pain feels like."

"It's nothing I'm not used to," I shrugged off. "You're taking all of this surprisingly well," I noted, and it was Harry's turn to shrug.

"What else am I supposed to do? We don't have many options, and if I think about things too hard, then I will freak out about it. That wouldn't be beneficial to anyone," He responded, poking around at his plate without actually grabbing anything.

"You have the right to freak out," I stated, just observing his mannerisms. "This is all new to you, Harry. I'd be more concerned if you weren't shocked by any of it."

The only time he allowed himself to actually take in our circumstances was inside of the house littered with bodies. I could see that the fear was still there. It was evident in the way that I moved a little when I woke up, and Harry snapped awake in a second, asking if I was okay. It was a trauma that wasn't going to leave so soon, and I was highly aware that the only reason he had to experience it was because of me. Because I became soft for him and brought him into this.

"I'm fine, Lou. I... I trust you to protect me, and you seem to know what you're doing." He set down his fork and leaned back against the sofa. "Even if I don't... agree... with killing people or hurting others, I'm not naive. I know that they're planning to do the exact same thing if something isn't done to stop them."

"They won't hurt you," I vowed, setting my own plate down as well, not feeling hungry at all. In the back of my mind, I knew eating would be a good option. We would need our strength in case anything went south. "I'll make sure of that."

"I know," Harry said with a small smile. He scooted closer to me on the sofa and leaned his head on my uninjured shoulder, laying against me. My arm moved to wrap around his waist, and I let out a sigh as my eyes shut involuntarily.

Holding Harry and know that he was safe right now, it made everything seem worth it.

"You said Zander was in the other gang," Harry whispered out, and I gave a slight nod. "Has he killed people?"