Deception - H.S

Chapter 75

Trigger warning: violence

Harry Styles

We made sure the people in the car that crashed first were dead and so were the other two that I shot, however, the ones in front were alive, injured but alive. One of them was shot in the thigh and the other in the shoulder, I don't even know how Liam shot someone in the fucking thigh while they were in a car.

They were bleeding but they would survive, it wasn't a severe injury. Instead of killing them, we decided to take them with us to the safe house for interrogation. All of us needed more context as to who they were and why the fuck they were trying to kill us and then they had to be stopped.

We tied them up with the ropes we had along with the weapons that made Liam gloat, yapping about how it was his idea and we were wrong to decline it. So those two were in the back of Niall's car while Hope, Louis and I were in mine. I cleaned his wound to the best of my abilities given our situation, finding first aid kits in the trunk of our cars and using all the gauze by soaking it in alcohol and placing it over his wound. Then, Hope grabbed a top of hers and used it to put pressure and try to control the bleeding. Niall and I had carried Louis to my car as carefully as we could, Hope getting in from the opposite side so his head was resting on her lap.

I hate to say it but he wasn't looking good and that was freaking me out, there was too much pressure on me. He is my oldest friend and if something happens to him right now, his blood will be on my hands.

I have been driving for two hours now, the fastest I have ever driven but we were still a while away from Phoenix. Hope was giving me updates on him every few minutes but he just kept getting paler and more tired, the bleeding was still there, slowed down a little bit still there, his body was starting to feel cold to the touch yet he was sweating.

He was stuck with Hope who was trying to engage him in conversation to keep him awake but unfortunately, he had something against her.

"Don't let him bleed on my seats." I make a random comment, maybe it would help get the pressure off.

"I will bleed on your fucking seats if I want to, Styles!" Louis yelled back, groaning in pain. Good to know he is doing better than imagined.

"Just shut the fuck up and keep your blood inside your body!" I bite back.

"Just stop it!" Hope yells at the two of us. "He shouldn't be yelling, it will make his bleeding worse." her voice gets soft and I check on her through the rearview mirror, seeing her look opposite Louis' direction and wipe under her eye. This was affecting her more than I thought it would, she wasn't that close to Louis though.

Oh fuck, her dad was shot in front of her... and now she has had to watch people get shot repeatedly because I'm too selfish to let her out of my sight. We know this isn't about Deception anymore, we could possibly find a new drummer if needed but I didn't want to.

"Harry, his body is really cold." Hope's voice was scared and wobbly.

"I know... just- just keep him awake." Fucking hell. He couldn't do this to me.

"Hope?" Louis' hoarse whisper calls out, I watch through the rearview to see what was happening.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry... I've been a dick to you." Okay now, this was something I wanted to hear.

"Shh... please just don't talk..." His hand was in hers while she held onto it for dear life like if she let it go, he would let go as well.

"Like I'll ever listen to your commands..." He lets out a small forceful chuckle. "I have to tell you though, just in case I don't make it." He must be truly feeling like shit for thinking that way, this hasn't happened before.