Jammed (Louis Tomlinson au)

Chapter 15

"Why are you here?" Was my first and foremost question. I figured I could at least work my way from the top, and maybe by then Louis would relax. He sat still and I doubted that I would be able to get him to move for a while. I really needed him to though, so I could get someone in to clean up. But with Mallory gone, who was actually still on my side?

"Well I was... I was uh, dropping off the bags, like I said I would. And uh... I was about to leave and then um, I heard something and... Yeah. That's about what happened, as you can see." He stumbled with his words, his voice barely audible over his heavy breathing. The body still sat in between us and Louis couldn't take his eyes off of it.

"But why were you here for like forty five minutes past the time it should've taken. It doesn't appear like it took you that long." I meant to loosen his stress a little but obviously that wasn't happening. Louis tightened his grip on my gun, his finger barely inches from the trigger. His gaze moved from the body to the gun over and over as we sat in silence, as if he was still trying to understand that he had shot the gun.

"I um- I uh, I just wanted to make you some dinner. I figured you didn't really cook and... Yeah." His thoughts were incomplete but still hearbreaking as I watched him tremble. I simply didn't know what to do. I wasn't a trainer and never did I have to explain to someone the issues of working a job like this. I also wasn't really big on talking about dating, which also seemed to be looming over our heads.

"Oh my God, you're an idiot." I almost laughed as I came over and sat myself up against the wall that Louis was already leaning on. He barely even turned my way, but sighed as I spoke and pushed some beads of sweat off of his forehead.

"Thanks, that's exactly what I need to hear right now." His sarcastic tone caught me by surprise, but if this was his way of defending himself I could deal with it. It was also the most confidently he had spoken, which gave me hope that this wouldn't be so difficult. At least, if I could get him to let go of the smoking gun.

"That's not what I meant. I'm sorry I just, it would be a lot easier to protect you if you listened to me and stopped getting yourself into situations like these." I turned my head and saw that finally Louis was looking at me rather than the gun or the dead man. However, his skin was still pale white, his eyes dark and cold, and his expression confused and almost angry.

"I don't need your protection. As you can see I handled this myself, but you're the one who got me into this all in the first place." The color began to rise back into Louis' cheek with every word spoken and soon his anger was very prominent. It was a common emotion to express after using a gun, oddly enough.

"I did? Because last time I checked this was your virus, buddy. I didn't choose to follow you around in London, or work with you in any setting after. I did my job, if you can understand that." Louis still seemed to be struggling with whatever the job entailed. I had a feeling no one really told him from the beginning, and that wasn't a mistake on Mallory's part. He was probably hoping to scare Louis into leaving me to fend for myself alone, which at this point probably looked like a good plan. The question was did Mallory know that before or after finding Louis.

"Okay well if it wasn't for your carelessness maybe none of this would have happened. It is your job to protect stuff like this, apparently your whole team has been having some issues with that lately. So, not my fault." Louis was seeming to distract himself from the scene by arguing with me, which was more successful than I had originally thought it would be. We were both engaged in the conversation and I was happy for once that Louis wanted to pick a fight.

"Don't come in here and act like you know everything, Louis, because you don't. Pieces of this whole fiasco may have been because of me but the entire problem is not my doing, neither is it yours. Next time you make false accusations, you may end up like that guy." I tilted my head in the direction of the body lying feet away from us but Louis refused to look. It was probably a good idea, but he was getting on my nerves and I sort of wanted him to get all pale and quiet again. At least for a minute of peace and quiet.