You And Me - A Collection of Les Twins One Shots

Fear

A/N: I've had a few finished one-shots that I didn't plan on posting. But since it's a bit of a dark time in the fandom, I wanna spread some bro love until they give it to us again in real life.

It comes on the local news.

Laurent is at home with mami and they've just finished dinner. He helps her to wash the dishes, hoping the task will distract him from the fact that Larry is out there somewhere with friends while they are still not really on speaking terms, when the news moderator's voice cuts through the silence. 

It's a special report that wasn't scheduled and Laurent's head snaps up at the urgency in the guy's voice because the only other time he's ever heard the same kind of panic in a news report was when there were terrorist attacks in the city. 

Turns out he's right.

They say something about a shooting. Some madman running amok on the outskirts of Paris and it's like a shock to his entire system. 

Within a split second, Laurent's entire body is frozen and his pulse is 150. Tension creeps into every bone of his body and suddenly he's hyper focused on the way the faucet drips into the sink, each drop reverberating through the living room like a cymbal, yet he doesn't blink or move at all. He's just rooted to the ground, unmoving.

"... evacuated after a shooting, outside the... police officer who was shot dead by a gunman on the loose... opened fire in the middle of a neighborhood in Montmagny—"

Laurent doesn't remember dropping the plate or the resounding shatter of porcelain against the kitchen floor. The guy keeps on talking and Laurent feels panic crawl at his throat. He vaguely registers his mom's voice, but can't be bothered to turn toward her before his feet carry him across the room. Toward the TV. No. Nononono...

"—unidentified attacker shot dead one person and badly injured another outside a Paris night club—"

Before he knows it, he's fumbling for his phone and pressing speed dial. It rings once, twice... goes to voicemail. Laurent feels dizzy with fear. It's like the room is closing in on him. It gets tighter and tighter and he finds it hard to breathe and his heart is going so fast it feels like it will jump right out of chest. He props his arms against the backrest of the couch, black spots creeping into his vision and his mom's voice grows louder now, becoming more persistent, but Laurent doesn't pay her attention. 

His focus is narrowed down to the phone in his bruising grip and the persistent ring of his call going nowhere. 'Pick up, pick up, pick up. Please, please. PLEASE. God, please—'

It goes to voicemail a second time and Laurent lets out a choked-up sound that's half sob and half growl of frustration. His vision is blurring and his mom is shouting at him now, demanding answers but Laurent can't focus on anything other than his brother. And then he's moving, stumbling, bolting out the door, not even caring to grab a coat on his way out.

His mother is hysterical somewhere behind him, but he's out of the house before she knows it and fumbling with the car door. He stalls the car twice in his haste, the phone still clutched between his ear and shoulder and once he pulls out of the doorway he's downright flooring the gas pedal, running every single red light and breaking every speed limit.

The radio is on low but not low enough for him to hear the "—hostage situation in the infamous night club Alfa Four—" and he dodges the other cars like it's nothing, causing havoc on the streets but it doesn't matter. His own life means nothing to him. 

All  that matters is Larry.

When Larry's phone goes to voicemail straight away on the fifth call, Laurent starts calling everyone else in his contacts who might be with him. John doesn't pick up and neither does Rubix.