Louis & Harry ( a Romeo & Juliet story)

The Cottage

"What exactly do we have here?" Zayn's voice billows over them, the rest of the crew begin to come into focus through the darkness. "A little romantic getaway?" He snickers and looks at Harry. "Daddy's favorite, so innocent huh?" Harry averts his eyes, tightening his grip on Louis's arm. "Does Dad know you're screwing a Tomlinson?" Zayn leans over and ruffles Harry's hair.

"Don't touch him." Louis says sternly, pulling Harry behind him. Harry's head was down, like he wanted to say something but couldn't work up the courage, especially with Zayn.

"I'll touch whoever I want, he's my brother and he's coming back with me." He moved towards Harry but Louis stood his ground, moving Harry even further behind him. "Let's go Harry, Dad's looking for you."

"I'm not going anywhere!" Harry shouts over Louis's shoulder. "Just leave us Zayn, please." The last part was almost whispered, a plea.

"Either you come with me willingly, or I come over there and take you." Zayn and the rest of the boys take a step closer, their threatening stares burning a hole right through Louis and into Harry. Louis can hear Harry breathing rapidly behind him, he doesn't know what to do, he just knows that they can't take him, they WON'T take him, not if they don't want to die.

"You take one more step closer and I'll make sure your ride home is an ambulance." Louis says through gritted teeth. He hears Harry slightly gasp when he says it, he reaches back to squeeze his hand in reassurance. He knows these are Harry's brothers but he wouldn't let that stop him from doing everything in his power to protect him. Harry was his life now. Without him, the world had no meaning, the sun had no light, the world was dark and gray. Without Harry he was nothing.

"Back up Tomlinson." Zayn says walking toward him. Louis is sweating, Harry is grabbing on to his waist in fear. The sweat drips down his temples and into the scruff of his beard, and it's like it happens in slow motion. He bends down and lifts up his pant leg, gripping the pistol strapped to his calf. He holds it tightly and swings it up to meet Zayn, pointing it right at his face but not firing.

"Louis!" Harry gasps. "Don't Louis." He pleas, squeezing his waist tighter.

"I won't, as long as this asshole backs up and leaves." He keeps the gun pointed at Zayn, whose hands are now on top of his head, slowly taking steps back.

"Woah, relax Tomlinson, think about what you're doing." Zayn laughs, Louis could tell he's scared. The rest of the boys look at him for guidance but he doesn't look back.

"Zayn just leave, o-or i'll tell him to shoot." Harry says, and he sounds serious.

"You don't have the balls princess." Zayn snickers. The rest of the boys laugh along with him, even though they are visibly nervous. Louis can feel Harry's hand tighten where it's gripping him. Before he could think, Harry was grabbing the gun out of his hand, he reaches to try and stop him but he cocks it  back and fires a shot down. Louis hears Zayn cry out, he looks up and sees Zayn cradling his leg on the ground, the dirt caked up around him. Harry shot him directly in the upper thigh, and he still stood there with the gun still pointing at him, tears forming in his eyes and a mixture of sweat and rain dribbling down his neck.

"The same thing is coming to all of you if you don't leave right now." Harry points the gun at the rest of the boys, swinging it along each way.

"We're leaving, see? Just relax Harry." They approach slowly to pick Zayn up and carry him to their car before slowly backing away, all of their eyes still on Harry's shaking hands.

"Go!" Harry shouts, causing them all to hobble out quickly, Zayn's faint grunts of pain getting quiet before they hear the door slam and the car drive away over the gravel. It won't be long now before the cops find them and it will be a hell of a lot harder to hide from them. He looked over at Harry, the gun was still in his hand but now it was hanging loosely by his waist side, tears were streaming down his face but he didn't move a muscle.