Baby, We're Fireproof

Chapter 37

Louis' Pov

For the rest of the night I try my best to act normal, as if I didn't just have that phone conversation with my dad about my boyfriend.

Damn it feels so nice to call him that. My boyfriend.

Zayn must notice that I'm acting different because he gave me a pointed look before walking into the kitchen. That bastard somehow can find out anything.

I excuse myself before following Zayn, the other boys being to caught up in a conversation about what bubble tea flavour is best. Why? I have no idea.

"Alright, what's wrong?" Zayn crossed his arms.

I sigh, knowing it's best if I just tell him. "That was dad, he wanted to talk about the 'Styles Son'."

I watch as all the colour drains from Zayn's face. "What?"

"He's some how found out Harry's in this area. And he's planning on getting me to basically kidnap him."

"Fuck." Zayn bites his bottom lip. "This isn't good."

"I know, I don't know what the fuck to do." I shake my head, feeling myself get worked up.

"What do you think your dad will do to him?" Zayn asks quietly.

"Probably torture him until he gets as much information as possible, use him as bait to get whatever the fuck he wants off Harry's parents and when Harrys no use to him, he'll kill Harry."

Even just saying it is painful. I'm suddenly hit with images of Harry, tired up in a chair covered in blood while screaming in pain. All while my dad continues to hurt him before putting a bullet though his head.

My chest feels like it's about to collapse in on itself, my breathing getting quicker.

"Hey, hey. Lou." I feel hands grab both of my shoulders. "Calm down, just breath. We won't let that happen."

"How Zayn? What can we do to prevent dad from doing that? Even if we refuse to give him Harry, he'll just send someone else to do it. I don't know what to do." My eyes start to sting so I quickly rub violently at them.

"We'll protect him Louis. As much as we can." Zayn gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before walking back into the living room.

I need to come up with a plan to help Harry. And fast.

***

I'm sitting at my desk doing homework when I hear someone knock on the door. I sigh, knowing no one else is home so I have to go open it.

I walk down and open the door without looking though the peep hole. That was a mistake, wasn't it. Because it's none other then Eleanor on the other side.

"Louis." She says in a sickening sweet voice. "I haven't seen you in forever babe."

"I've been busy." I say in monotone voice.

"Well you haven't been answering any of my calls or texts." She crossed her bangle clad arms. "Beginning to think you don't want to be with me."

"Maybe that's because I don't." I smile sarcastically and shrug my shoulders. It may sound harsh but she's a total bitch. Plus I saw her litterly yesterday snogging the life out of some random guy so I don't feel the tiniest bit bad for being with Harry or sounding mean.

She has the audacity to actually look sad. "But babe, we were so good together."

"Yeah, no. We weren't. Plus I'm not into you and I know you're not into me."

The sad mask drops as a smirk crosses her face. "It's that little queer you've been hanging out with, Harry? Isn't it? Has he finally brainwashed you into falling for him?"