Blackout [larry stylinson]

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When Louis was out the door, Harry sighed heavily. Why was he so impulsive and exhausting?

He repelled at the wall he was still leaning against since Louis left the room and looked at his phone. He just wanted to check if it still had some battery left which it hadn't, but he noticed something else; there was a little note taped to his phone. The handwriting was really messy so he had to concentrate to read it but after some time he could decrypt what it said:

Meet us at Zayns tonight
9pm
You wanted it that way

Harry closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose. Great. Just great. He had hoped that after that one night he would finally be free from them and keep on living his normal and boring life but obviously he wasn't. And the fact that they knew where to find him sooner or later made him too scared to ignore this note.

"Fuck!" he suddenly hissed to himself but then he heard the school bell ring the second time and introducing the begin if the lesson, which told him that he was way too late for class.

"Fuck", he shouted another time and stormed out of the empty classroom. The hallways were just as empty as the room Louis pulled him in, given everyone was in their classrooms already.

The school seemed so empty without all the chatting students walking along the floors Harry was now sprinting through. When he reached his classroom he took a minute to catch his breath before knocking hesitant. The door opened and his teachers reproachful look met his.

"Later than Louis Tomlinson today Harry, and it's only your second week."

...

Harrys hand was shaking when he raised it to ring the bell at 9pm this night. He had no idea what the fuck would expect him inside. When he pressed the doorbell, he first heard the melodical sound of it, echoing through the gigantic halls of the house and not much later he heard footsteps coming closer towards the door he was standing behind.

Liam was the one opening the door and letting him inside without saying a word. He had a tense look on his face and his teeth were clenched so his jawline was showing really dominantly. Harry took it as a bad sign but he still passed him with hesitant steps.

The other boys were already waiting for him, all sitting in a row on the big couch in the entering hall.

"Come in", Louis said cold and impatiently. He was leaning forward, looking at the ground with his elbows on his knees and his fingers intertwined.

Niall sat right beside him, he looked a bit uncomfortable and he was squeezing into the corner of the couch. Zayn looked really pissed. Harry came closer resistantly, he still had no idea why they knew about him looking inside the bag and he also had no idea what they wanted to do to him because of it.

"I-I swear I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.", he ensured. "I will just forget what I saw if you-"

"Shut up", Louis cut him off harshly. Harry fell silent. "Take a seat", Louis made a gesture with his hand towards the single couch across from them, not looking up while doing it. Harry sat down without saying anything, he just waited for one of the boys to explain. Liam came back after closing the door and sat down between Louis and Zayn.

"So... I don't think you know what you got yourself into", Louis began. Harry swallowed. Was it that bad? Niall looked down at the floor, Zayn furrowed his eyebrows and Liam clenched his jaw even harder.

"I told you to not look inside that fucking bag", Louis suddenly shouted. Harry flinched and Liam put a hand on Louis shoulder to calm him down a bit. Louis took a deep breath before he continued.

"But you did. and now we have to include you to keep you safe or you will die." Harry gasped, Niall cleared his throat.

Harry became more and more nervous. What did that mean? He ran his fingers through his hair, his hand was shaking.

"Have you ever heard of gangs in New York?", Louis asked him.

"Ehm, n-not in New York particularly...", Harry answered nervously, not knowing what he wanted him to say.

"Well, there are multiple gangs here. They are dealing drugs and weapons and illegal stuff and they aren't friends. There's kind of a rivalry going on between them, between some of them more, between some of them less but in the end, it's an endless competition."

"W-why are you telling me all this?", Harry was confused.

"You are so slow", Louis shook his head. "Because we are one of them"

Harrys head shot up. "Y-you're a gang? Like, a real gang?"

Liam grunted through his nose. "Yes we are, silly"

"B-but why- I don't-"

"Someone followed you. From another gang. Seems like you weren't as inconspicuous as you thought." Harry thought of the shadow that seemed to follow him that night. Maybe it had really been more than that... "He saw you were looking inside the backpack and also distributing the content all over the street", at that point, he gave Harry a really angry look. "Sure, he could have just killed you right on the spot, but he decided to take you as a blackmail opportunity for us. He could tell that you're... not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He knew you would only mean trouble for us. And the more trouble for us, the better for them. So he said either we take care of you or he'll kill you."

"What does that mean... take care of me?"

"You're now part of the gang. So... welcome I guess." There was nothing welcoming in his tone of voice.

"But why isn't it enough that I say I won't tell anybody?" Harry whined. "I don't wanna be a member of a gang"

"Because we cant ever be sure. Even if we killed you afterwards, it's already out there... When you're part of it though, you're also involved."

"But I promise", Harry tried one last time.

"That's not enough."

"But why don't you just let him murder me and everybody would be happy?", Harry really was curious. The boys didn't seem to like him or see any advantage in him. He was just a scared little boy that understood nothing about gang life and didn't like to hurt people.

"You're right, and we also thought about that..." Louis grinned evilly. "But where would be the fun in that?"