Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Extraction

Update time!

Okay, so this chapter takes quite a turn. You'll see!

Warning: This chapter contains descriptions of panic/PTSD, mentions of self-harm, violence, and murder. Please read carefully and know that you are all lovely, brilliant, wonderful people. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise!

Also, you may hate me for the ending of this one. 😅

Enjoy!

Chapter 45:

  "Hmm?" I hummed out as I felt myself waking up. I heard someone saying my name, but I was in a daze. I finally cracked opened my eyes to see Niall standing by the sofa just as he had when we spoke last night. He was still leaning over, using the arm for support. I yawned, looking down and seeing that Harry was still asleep in my lap. His head was tucked against my stomach, hands clutching onto me as he curled up into my.

   I couldn't hold back the smile on my lips as I stared down at him.

  "You really are whipped, aren't you, mate?" Niall pointed out, making my smile drop as I glared at him. He was an annoying little shit. "I mean, you're one thousand percent gone for him."

  "Niall, it is way too early for your shit. What the hell do you want?" I wondered.

  "I guess the pleasant Louis I spoke to yesterday is long gone now," He sarcastically stated before shifting his weight to his opposite leg. "Liam called. He said the extraction team is almost here. We should get ready to go."

  "Why so fucking early?" I grumbled, looking over at the old wooden clock in the cabin. It was six in the goddamn morning. The sun was barely rising above the horizon. It was an orange-yellow glow that I knew would eventually fade to blue.

  "Does it matter? C'mon. We have to get ready. The guys are picking us up here, and then we're heading to a secondary location away from the main base." I knew it was just a precautionary measure.

  "What did Zayn say last night about Kellen?"

  "He was pissed," Niall admitted. I expected as much. If I ever found the man, I wouldn't hesitate to punch him in his fucking face. "I told him what you said about moving all of the other members, and he agreed that it's the best thing to do. He was going to talk to Isaac about it."

   "Why the fuck does he always need Isaac's permission?" I muttered.

   "Isaac was a leader in the gang. He has a lot of experience and could give us a lot of advice and insight."

   "Isaac's a fucking waste of space," I nearly roared, feeling Harry jump in his sleep. Luckily, he didn't wake up. Niall's eyes were wide in surprise as I reminded myself that I shouldn't get so worked up right now.

   "Do you have some sort of beef with Isaac?"

   "Just forget it," I spoke through a tired sigh. "Drop it."

   "O-okay?" Niall said, obvious confusion in his tone. "Well, as I said, we need to get ready to be picked up. Liam said he would call when they were five minutes away, but they are en route now."

   "I'll wake Harry. He'll probably want to change your bandages before we leave. And maybe he can do something about the finger with our equipment back at base."

   "I'll admit, I was furious and in disbelief when I lost it," Niall thought aloud, holding his hand out to display the four fingers that were remaining. "Think it's sort of badass now."

   "Eh, maybe if you lost a thumb or something. You know, an important finger," I drawled out in a sarcastic manner.

   "I still have this finger," Niall said before sticking his middle finger up at me.