Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch. 17; Milo.

"Hey." A voice murmurs lowly in his ear, and Louis jumps. It's Harry, smirking widely.

"Jesus you scared me." Louis says, glancing out. He's in a bush, naturally. 

"Not Jesus. Harry." Harry says, getting himself comfortable beside Louis. 

Louis snorts, rolling his eyes. "How'd it go?" He asks.

"Killed one, knocked out the other four. One of them kept calling me baby girl. The one who's dead tried to, like, grab my ass and what he believed was my vagina, so he's dead." Harry shrugs. "Stole their wallets, and a new gun."

Honestly, he expected no less from Harry. "You know what's funny?"

"Hm?" Harry hums, distracted. He's going through the wallets. 

"You weren't like this when we met."

"Well, genuis, I had to pretend that I was normal." Harry says. "I'm not stupid. I know when to not pickpocket people."

"Fair." Louis agrees. 

There's movement, and they both turn to watch as a guy walks out to meet Liam, sleek black hair glinting in the limited light. He looks like an older, slightly darker Zayn.

"Liam Payne." The guy says smoothly, with an American accent. "Pleasure to meet you."

"You too, sir." Liam says. 

"Is it done?" Milo asks. "Is he dead?"

"Yes, sir." Liam lies, nodding.

"Excellent." Milo cheers, clapping his hands. He reaches into his pocket, and Louis aims the gun. "Shame, though."

"What's a shame?" Liam asks, genuinely confused. Louis panics for a second, thinking she shouldn't of left Liam without any way to defend himself.

"Oh, just that your dear friend is dead." Milo says, frowning fakely as he withdraws an iPad and several wads of bills. Louis sighs in relief. "Now, to destroy this evidence?"

There's a crackling in the bush from where Zayn is, and Milo pauses, turning to face it.

"I thought I told you to come alone, Liam." He says lowly. "I distinctly remember telling you too. Didn't I? I do hope you didn't defy me."

He begins walking over to where Zayn is, and Liam's eyes widen in panic.

"Shoot him." Harry hisses in Louis' ear, creeping closer.

"He has to delete whatever he has on Liam." Louis hisses back.

"If you don't shoot him right now, Zayn's gonna die and we're all gonna fail this. Shoot. Him." Harry whisper-yells, eyes flashing.

Louis sighs, aiming and pulling the trigger, the bullet hitting Milo square in the back.

He crumples to the ground, a strangled yell gurgling from his throat, and the iPad falls, skidding across the ground and landing at Harry's feet (Harry stood up the minute Louis fired the bullet). He bends, picking it up.

Liam looks scared, glancing at Harry, then at Zayn, then at Milo's body. Zayn crawls out of the bush he was in.

"Is he dead?" Louis calls, and Zayn checks, nodding.

"Don't look at that, Harry." Liam says, sounding panicked. "Don't, Harry."

"Calm your tits, Liam." Harry scoffs, smiling widely cruelly. "He probably doesn't even have the file on whatever you did open, and I'm not gonna look. Your dirty lit-" he abruptly stops talking, glancing down at the device in his hand, smile slipping off his face.

He looks up, face neutral, and looks at Louis, then Zayn.

When his gaze finally falls on Liam, who just looks panicked, Harry's face contorts into a pained looking anger, and he throws the iPad at him, the device shattering on the ground near Liam's feet.

Harry begins stomping towards Liam, withdrawing a gun from his garter, and springs into action, tackling Harry to the ground and wrestling the gun off of him, tossing it to Zayn, who clutches it to his chest.

Harry fights him, looking livid. Louis has know idea what he just saw, but judging by Liam's face, it's bad. Really bad.

"Let me go!" Harry roars, and Louis does his best to pin Harry's wrists above his head.

"Stop, Harry!" Louis yells. "Just stop!"

Harry settles, chest heaving. Zayn looks petrified. 

"Liam, get out of here." Louis says calmly, turning around to face Liam.

"I'm sorry, Louis." Harry whispers quietly, just as Zayn yells "LOUIS WATCH OUT!"

A knife stabs into his side, drawing down roughly, anf Louis gasps in pain, feeling blood gush through the wound, and he falls to the ground, Harry untangling himself.

He watches, helpless, as Harry stomps over to Liam, managing to get Liam against the wall, the knife to his neck. Louis watches as his own blood drips onto Liam's shirt.

Zayn is sobbing at this point, and has sprinted over to Louis, shakily dialing for an ambulance.

"Harry, please." Zayn chokes out. "Don't kill him, please."

"He killed my family." Harry says, eerily calm and void of emotion. "My family, Zayn. Mum and Gemma are dead because of him."

Louis can't believe this. 

Liam has the decency to look embarrassed, he notices. He thinks, anyway. He's getting lightheaded. His vision is swimming. 

"Please don't kill Liam." Zayn says meekly, begging. "Please."

"He killed my family!" Harry shouts, punching the wall beside Liam's head. "Why does he deserve to live?"

"He killed- he killed them because he thought you killed someone he loved..." Zayn hiccups, still trying to save Louis. "If you- y-you kill him, you'll be making me lose someone I love."

Harry's head whips round, eyes wild, nostrils flaring. He sighs in defeat.

"Fine." He huffs, throwing Liam to the ground. "Fine." He kicks Liam a few times. "Fine. It's fine. The fucker lives. Whatever."

He claws at his hair, exhaling shakily. Then Harry looks down at him, blinking away tears. 

"I- I-" Harry says. "Get Louis to the hospital, ok? Make sure he's ok." Then he sighs. "Goodbye. Nice knowing you two. Sorry we... Sorry we can't be friends. It was nice having someone there for me for once." Harry bends, kissing Louis' forehead softly. "I was looking forward to getting to know you."

Then he stands, shaking his head, and glaring at Liam.

"Get revenge like that again and I'll hunt you down like sport." He spits, and Liam nods.

"I-" he begins.

"Save it." Harry snaps. "Just don't. Don't make me regret this. I'm doing this for Zayn. Not you. God knows he deserves something good, your idiocy has caused him a lot of grief."

Louis' head feels heavy, and the last thing he sees before he blacks out is Harry walking away, away from him.