Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Eleven:

I don't want you to die.

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Louis didn't know what to do when Harry's weight grew heavier on him as he quietly sobbed in his shoulder. He was confused to see the criminal he once feared so much in tears, strong muscles of his back shifting beneath Louis' fingers.

"Harry?" he whispered, afraid he would get mad or yell at him or ignore him for two days again, "Harry?" He swallowed when Harry didn't respond, "Hazza?"

Suddenly he stopped shaking, stiffened in his position over Louis, who's hands were in his hair and on his bare back. Slowly, he began to breath again. Louis felt some tears sting on his shoulder but he really didn't mind.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." Harry cried in a whisper. He tried to even his breath but Louis could hear it was difficult not to start sobbing again as he squirmed in Louis' shoulder. In an attempt to calm him down he kept brushing his fingers through the taller man's curls and caressed his scalp softly. It worked.

"Haz, it's okay." Louis spoke softly because it was okay. He'd come to terms with the fact he was gonna die in the end. So if that was his faith anyway, he'd just as well make it worth it.

He'd also accepted Zayn was going to work for the mafia and he'd live, so that was good. Liam was practically just a quiet guy who seemed friendly but Louis knew he could be deadly. He also knew Niall hated him and he was scared but if he killed him, than Harry wouldn't have to do it. It would be better. And finally, there was no going back, so he just acknowledged what he thought about Harry.

Harry was no fearless or heartless killer. He was a warm guy, trapped in the world of mafia putting pressure on him. Yes, he'd done terrible things and was still planing to do more of those, but he didn't want to. He had to and at first, Louis hadn't understood that, but now he kind of suspected there was more at stake than his life. It wouldn't surprise him if his boss had threatened to torture him, or torture his family, or kill all his loved ones.

"It's not okay-" he cried and tried to say something else but he choked on his tears.

Louis shifted a bit and softly let Harry fall off of him on the bed so they laid on their sides face to face. Harry closed his eyes as a few more tears silently dripped onto the pillow they shared. Louis brought his thumb up to his cheek and cleared it from the last drops and the tear tracks, before planting a small kiss on those soft lips.

He felt sparkles in his tummy.
Weird sparkles.

The moment Harry opened his eyes, Louis had almost drowned in them. Until suddenly the door was thrown open so it hit de wall with a loud bang. Harry's heart almost stopped when two firm hands pulled his shoulder backwards so harshly it hurt and he fell onto the ground. He moaned in pain until he saw who it was.

"You're fucking kidding me, right Styles?! You motherfucking coward!!" Niall shouted down at him so loud his ears almost rang. Liam came running in the room and looked furious too, but not the same way as Niall.

"I told you he'd betray us, Liam. I fucking told you! Now see where he got us. Stuck with this brat," Louis had sat up in shock and as Niall referred to him, he mercilessly grabbed a handful of Louis' hair and pulled his firm grip closer to him. Louis cried out in pain as Niall held him up over the edge of the bed so Harry could see.

"Niall don't you dare touch him-"

"You've been telling us not to kill the brat, and for what. You did start liking him, didn't you? But okay, fine," Niall's smirk scared the hell out of Harry by now, his sarcasm didn't do anything good either, "I won't kill him. But guess what, Harry, you'll fucking beg me to kill him, you fucking moron!"

Louis cried out again when Niall hold his firm grip on his hair and pulled harshly as he stood up and dragged Louis with him out of the room. In pure panic and rage, Harry jumped right onto his feet, ready to kill Niall if he dared to hurt Louis more than he already did.

But Liam stopped him. He stood in the doorway when Harry ran right into him, watching Louis getting dragged down the stairs in pain as he tried to move Liam aside. Louis screamed his name desperately and Harry cried his back until he couldn't see him anymore.

As it had no use, he stopped beating Liam, but this wasn't over. Liam could fuck off because Harry would do anything to safe Louis from Niall right now. He didn't even want to start imagining what he was going to do to him. It hurt his heart too much.

"Liam, let me through! NOW!! Fucking- I don't know what Niall could do to him, Liam please." His shouts ended in a pleading tone, hoping Liam would have merci and see Harry really didn't want Niall to touch him.

"Harry, open your fucking eyes! He doesn't want to help us so he HAS to be killed! Don't you understand? You're only making this harder on yourself! Stop caring about him and-"

"I CAN'T!" He screamed at the top of his lungs and Liam pressed his lips together, "I fucking can't, Liam! Don't you understand that's what i've been trying do this whole time? Not to care about him? Well guess what, I do! I fucking do, and I can't let Niall hurt him!"

Liam's cheek clenched, but relaxed right after, "Fuck, Harry, how did you get yourself into this..." he mumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know but please, please, let me save him from Niall. I can't stand the thought of him getting hurt-"

He stopped himself when a loud, muffled scream interrupted him as it echoed through the house. Harry's eyes widened as he recognised the voice immediately and he didn't need a second more to hit Liam hard in the stomach so he bend and grabbed his tummy in pain.

"LOUIS!?" He screamed but Liam still wouldn't let him true, standing in the doorway and grabbing Harry's wrists.

"NO! let me go to him!" Another scream of pain filled the house and Harry's crying became louder again as he heard the hurt in Louis' echoing voice. He swore he was gonna kill Niall.

"Please-" he choked and broke in tears in Liam's grip. He held him tightly and released his wrists so it became more of a hug. Harry hadn't had a hug in years.

"Fuck Harry, please don't tell me you love him." Liam growled a bit but the way he hugged Harry showed he did care about his college, about his friend.

"Harry, do you love him?"

"I- I don't. No, Jesus, I only know him for two weeks. But I do care about him Liam. So much. I really don't know why, I wish I could turn it off." he sobbed.

When another few screams and cries were heard, Harry's arms tightened around Liam in an attempt to make the pain he felt himself go away. It didn't help, not one bit. Every second he knew Louis was in pain, it hurt him too.

"Go." Liam released him, "save him, it's bad enough we're set to kill people, but I won't let Niall torture someone you love."

"I just said-" Harry frowned as Liam hadn't believed him earlier.

"Just GO!" Liam shouted and Harry nodded a quick thank you before sprinting out the room and jumping off the stairs.