Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Nineteen:

Stop it, Louis.

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Louis cried.

Louis cried a lot.

He also screamed. He screamed his lungs out.

Harry had gone numb a while ago, Louis didn't know for how long.

Louis had told Harry he loved him.

He'd told him multiple times, he had screamed it, and he just hoped Harry had heard and understood.

Maybe Harry would die. Maybe Louis' plan had failed and he would lose Harry thanks to his own stupidity. Maybe he was going to be the cause of Harry's death.

Or, maybe he wasn't dead yet. Maybe Harry could survive. He was strong, so. Maybe he could fight for his life inside, maybe he was fighting death right now.

Louis was. Louis was facing death mentally because he could absolutely not bear the thought of just having killed Harry. That was not the plan. He had to follow the plan.

He had kissed Harry a few times, no reaction, but stopped because he already felt sick with Harry in his arms, but the bloody taste of his cold lips almost made him throw up.

It wasn't until Liam came bursting through the door that Louis looked up, still screaming excuses and -I love you-'s.

"What the fuck happened?!" Liam yelled over Louis' cries as he hurried to the two, Harry numbly on his back, shoulders resting on Louis' knees as the curly lad's head was pressed to Louis' chest while he swinged them back and forth softly with his cries.

"I didn't mean to, I'm so s-sorry. I didn't mean f-for this to happen." Louis cried between hick-ups when Liam stopped in his tracks as he was close enough to see the scenario, Harry drained in blood, a knife with the same blood a meter away from them on the floor, the same blood on Harry's hands, same blood on Louis' hands.

Blood on Harry's lips, same blood on Louis' lips.

"Fuck." Liam breathed and ran off to the bathroom to get a first aid kit while he yelled to Niall and Zayn who were also just entering the hall with shocked expressions from Louis' screams, "Ni, he has a deadly stabbing wound, put pressure! Zayn, get Louis out of here."

Liam walked back out with a first aid kid and a towel, murmuring quietly "this isn't gonna be pretty."

Niall approached quickly and Louis wanted to pull Harry away from him. Niall was the cause of all his trouble.

But Niall also seemed to have tears in his eyes. Niall. Fucking Niall with fucking tears who seemed fucking determined to save Harry's life, so he let him.

Louis didn't let go, though. He held on tight on Harry's torso just like before, just not swinging him anymore. He still cried softly and kissed his curls though. Harry's bloody mouth was slightly ajar and his eyes were closed numbly.

As he crouched down beside the two, pulling off his sweater and pressing it to the wound, Niall threw him a furious look, but Louis ignored him. He knew, and he agreed. Louis felt like the worst person alive. He didn't deserve this. Harry didn't deserve his bad end and Louis didn't deserve his good one.

Liam sunk down to his knees too on the other side of Harry, putting the little metal box on the floor and handing Niall the towel to press to the wound. Louis watched as Liam opened the box and took out things that scared him a fucking lot; a medical knife, a needle, tweezers, another bigger medical knife, some sort of plastic thread.

He didn't want to watch, but he didn't want to leave Harry. He didn't have much choice, though, when Zayn grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Louis screamed at him and kept in place stubbornly. Louis kept watching as Liam took a syringe, testing it by flicking his finger against it before lifting Harry's shirt and sticking the needle, professionally sideways, through the skin on Harry's lovely tummy. Bloody now, though.

"Is he strong enough t-to take anaesthesia?" Louis managed to whisper between sobs.

"It's not anaesthesia," Liam mumbled back, "it's adrenaline, to keep him from passing out completely."

And Louis sure believed him when Harry's eyes shot open, still tiredly though, right after Liam had injected the fluid.

"Oh my god, Harry! Haz, Hazza can you hear me?" Louis sobbed continuedly and Harry's eyes looking up at him, pointing out that Harry was aware of his surroundings as he whispered a voiceless "Lou?" was enough for Louis to let out a relieved breath and hold him even closer, "thank god, thank you. Thank you."

"This is gonna hurt." Liam said as Niall backed away with the towel and Harry's face crunched in pain as he tried to scream through clenched teeth. Louis' eyes shot open in shock as Harry stiffened and kept making strangled noises, he looked down and saw Liam beginning to stitch the stab wound... without anaesthesia.

"Liam what are you doing?!" Louis almost screamed but Liam just frowned in concentration and kept practically torturing Harry as he stitched the wound. Harry's face was still contorted and several tears left his eyes, soaking the hem of Louis' shirt under him.

"Needs to be stitched, he can't take anaesthesia right now or he won't make it." Liam mumbled and Louis understood, he really did. But he couldn't take it. So when Harry finally couldn't take it anymore and actually opened his mouth to let his hurting noises escape, Zayn tried a second time pulling on Louis' arm and he even snaked his arms around Louis' tummy from behind him, pulling him backwards until Louis softly laid Harry's head on the floor, stood up and turned in Zayn's arms to hug him.

"We'll have to bring him to the hospital-"

"No, no hospital. He said no hospital," Louis sobbed again in Zayn's shoulder, "he can't go back to jail."

Louis' eyes opened and his body stiffened though, when Zayn answered.

"I might have an idea."