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For people knowing Harry, it wasn't a secret that this man was a hopeless romantic and wasn't minding crying once in a while, when he felt comfortable. Still, he never had been a fan of those love movies, in which one person ends in the hospital, which breaks the couple apart and the viewers would cry for hours about their love and the sad plot. Harry always had taken his distance from death, like... the topic... not DEATH. And yes, he was in a mafia. But he had learned to see death in a different light, in a distanced light. When it's about people you love, no matter in what way, you can't keep your distance, though. Louis was the best example for that; he was the leader of DEATH and since the death of his family, his life had never been the same.

Quen's death had done much to Harry. And he hadn't even loved her in a romantic way.

The feelings Harry felt in that moment were terrible, there was no way to describe it. Was he panicked? Yes. Was he sad? For sure. Was he feeling helpless? Oh, definitely.

The only difference between Harry's situation and those movies wasn't just that he wasn't walking through the hallways of a hospital, but the ones of the headquarters of DEATH he was in. No, it was the realness of it all. He couldn't google what happened to spoiler himself about a happy or bad ending. This wasn't a movie.

Harry wasn't in a movie, when he walked as fast as he could without looking idiotic. The worst thing was: He still had to act as if he was okay. He couldn't scream, cry, run, while thinking about the possibility of the worst case to happen. The worst case. Harry gulped, legs walking quicker immediately, the pressuring feeling in his throat getting bigger.

It felt like hours until he arrived at the door he was allowed to enter finally, after being told he couldn't for a while.

After a short knock on the door, his hand touched the doorknob. Without waiting any longer, Harry opened it to enter the room immediately.

"Louis"

"Harry"

***

The moment Harry's eyes looked into his favorite shade of blue, his tensed shoulders fell, his legs gave up. He stumbled as he walked quickly towards the bed.

"Lou!"

For the first time in a while, Louis gave him a warm smile. He didn't move much otherwise. His lower body was covered by the blanket, his upper body was in a big button up shirt, which was opened, showed his naked chest. It wasn't naked really, it was tightly wrapped by bandages.

"Haz"

Now, his right arm lifted slowly, Harry immediately held it so his boyfriend didn't have to do that by himself.

"Can I hug you?!"

"Yes, but carefully, please"

The younger didn't wait any more seconds, leaned down to hug Louis, one knee steadying him on the mattress, closing his eyes, which were filling with tears finally. Now that he was in this room, had Louis back in his arms and felt safe, knew the little one was safe, it overwhelmed him.

"Fuck", he sobbed, felt the urge to hug him tighter, to never let him go. To never let them be separated ever again. His face pressed into the elder's neck.

"For a moment, I thought... there was the sound of the explosion and then we saw the building crashing down and we couldn't contact you... and, and then you said you were fine and we had to leave and Bullet, he... and then I heard about your gunshot and I thought maybe I would never... fuck, for a moment I thought..."

Louis let his boyfriend stammer those words into his neck, felt his skin get wet because of some tears his green eyes began to let go, felt the shaking of his shoulders when he sobbed, let go of trying to stay strong outside from this room. While exhaling, he closed his eyes, only opened his mouth, when the babbling of his boyfriend ended in quiet crying.