True love or limerence [l.s]

Chapter four

Image will come handy in the chapter, xx Fiona

When Louis was packing his things that morning, he would've never guessed he would get shot, dragged to a church where a handsome boy would stich him up. And if someone would've told him that, he would simply would've laughed his ass off and thanked him for the good story. Too bad the story turned into reality really quickly.

Now, disoriented, half hypovolemic and struggling to hold the blood pressure, he was brought back to the dangerous reality. It all happened so fast that part of him was still in shock.

Harry pushed the heavy barrier door open, when warm air flushed against them from the inside. Louis groaned in slight relief at the abrupt transition between temperatures. He was laid down on one of the benches in the back rows of the abbey, which he was sure looked silly, considering a boy bathed in blood was soaking the floor of a holy place where people tied themselves to religion and morality. It was infact one of the worst places that Harry could possibly bring him too.

Liam stayed silently at his side while Harry disappeared shortly to find the first aid kit somewhere in the church. If felt like an eternity, but it was probably just a few minutes that went by, still Louis felt more and more weak by each passing second. His heart rate just kept increasing and his breath became rapid and shallow. It was like he could fall unconscious any time.

Liam might have noticed it, but it only made him more anxious. "Hey, you alright?", he asked, clasping his wrist.

Louis exhaled slowly. "I don't think so... but if I don't make it.. could you tell my parents I love them?", he mumbled with his void gaze fixated on the boy next to him.

Liam's mouth curled down a bit, his face clouding at his words."Don't talk like that."
He shook his head, trying to finish of his thought.

"Okay," Louis gave in, because he didn't have the strength to argue with him at the moment.

Questions were spinning in his head for a while.

Who was the guy Niall was ordered to shoot? Why was he interesting for Harry? When would a doctor come–

"Sorry it took so long. The fucking lock on the door wouldn't open." Harry ran down the aisle with a white box in his hand. Niall appeared at Harry's side, his blonde wuzzled hair flew in all directions.

"Hey guys, I got the hot water." He held up a jug with a prideful smile.

Louis smiled back shortly, happy he was here too. They have only met hours ago in the worst way possible, but Louis couldn't help but feel forgiveness for the blonde boy.

"So how did you get it open?", Liam asked Harry to his statement earlier.

"Classic thievery way," Harry answered, while unscrewing the lid of a small bottle.

"Against the pain." He popped the lid open and lifted Louis's head. Louis eyed the bottle skeptically but gulped it down anyways. The liquid burned in his throat, making him cough while swallowing it.

"Another sip," Harry forced Louis and he did as told, even though that stuff was absolutely miserable.

During the process, he watched Harry through his heavy eyelids, slowly processing a more distinct image of him. His curls were hanging down his sides naturally and his skin glowed. There was a snake tattoo right above his collarbone, which was half covered with his loose shirt, yet Louis could see since he'd been leaning above him.

What he hadn't noticed before, was that Harry's eyes were completely bloodshot, like he was on drugs or something. Louis didn't question it though, since he was basically a stranger who decided to help him. But, he did have one question that had something to do with him...