broken promises [larry stylinson]

chapter 19

*harry's POV continued*

"louis! liam!" i whispered.

shahid [aka naughty boy], our arch enemy, was in the room holding two guns to their heads.

"LET THEM GO!" i yelled.

i ran towards shahid, but it was too late.

he pulled the trigger and it hit louis' arm.

"YOUR FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!" i said, through deep sobs.

i ran towards louis. "no please- i love you. don't you leave me."

shahid ran off.

louis squeezed his eyes shut to try to fight back the pain.

"harry-" he started.

"shhhh- its okay!" i said, stroking his cheek.

i looked down at his arm.

it was gushing blood.

i picked him up and ran out the door and then out of the café.

"come on lou, stay with me." i said, stroking his hair.

i ran to my car, carrying louis, and jumped inside to look for my phone.

shit, shit, shit, SHIT! NOT NOW! wheres my fucking phone!?!

i had no fucking idea where the bloody hell my stupid phone was.

finally, i found it!

i pressed the power button and i pressed "emergency call" on the lock screen.

i dialed the ambulance.

god please hurry up! i dont want louis to die because he's bleeding to much.

i prayed and prayed while i was on the phone.

when they asked where i was, i literally said i was in the middle of nowhere. "um, i dont know- uh please just hurry. im near a café called uh small french err- i dont really know. but theres a high way and office building-" i said fast.

"sir slow down." the operator said. "you mentioned your near a french cafe an office building and a highway? is that correct?"

"uh um yeah. PLEASE JUST HURRY." i said sobbing.

"okay, our emergency vehicles are on their way. stay on the phone with me until they reach your location sir." she added.

i nodded and gulped. "o-oh- okay."

"whats your name young man?" she asked.

"harry- eh harold edward styles?" i said, which sounded more like a question.

i tend to say things wrong and stutter when im nervous.

i looked up and down the highway.

no cop cars. no ambulances. no nothing.

"where are your cars?!" i asked, angrily.

"on their way sir. repeat to me what happened again- i know your scared but bare with me." she said slowly.

so i tried my best to tell her what happened.

"okay. whats this man's name?" she asked.

cops and ambulances came speeding towards me.

thank god.

"their here!" i screeched.

"okay. tell all the information to the doctors and police okay?" she asked.

"okay!" i said, shaking.

i hung up, louis still in my arms. he had already lost huge amounts of blood.

i stared at the sight, which made me almost faint.

i hate blood!

"get him up." one guy said to the other, hoisting louis on the stretcher thing.

they then loaded that onto the ambulance and drove away, leaving me with the cops.

"let me go with him! please!" i said weeping in front of the police officers.

i ran towards the speeding ambulance but they were too fast.

i collapsed onto the ground, and buried my face into my hands. "why cant i go with louis?" i asked.

"we cant let you sir. your not his legal guardian." one officer said.

"your friend, the irish one, is coming to pick you up." the other said.

then liam came over to us. "hes running away!" he shouted from the distance.

the cops immediately turned around to see shahid flee from the small little french café.

"stay here!" one officer shouted and they both chased after him.

A/N: sorry i havent posted in like 2 or 3 days- idk. but now i have to go to bef hehe. i feel like all my authors notes end with "sorry gtg to bed" sorry xox.

anyways i had my chorus concert tonight and we were awesome as usual and now im super tired so once again, like i said, goodnight! xxx have sweet dreams🌙💕 - brookie