Harry
" Run, run, run!" Louis urged, my arm resting on his shoulder, his arm barely holding my weight from collapsing to the ground. I put a hand to my bleeding nose, attempting to stop the flooding blood. Bullets flew around us, Louis effectively maneuvering us away from the consistent attacks. I urged my legs to not give out on us yet, to not let me down, even though every bone of my aching body, was barely fighting away the inevitable unconsciousness.
I had lost all sight, as Louis threw me into the passenger's seat, quickly rushing to the driver's seat. I felt the vehicle's haphazard motion, as Louis moved from one lane on the road to the other to escape their following shootings.
" Apply pressure on anything that's bleeding!" Louis yelled, his voice frantic, as he laid the back of my seat down, leaving me almost in a horizontal position.
" Everything is bleeding!" I yelled, my voice sounding foreign, distant, as my eyes began to close, against my own free will.
" Don't pass out on me, Harry, hang in there, okay?"
" This is all your fucking fault." I hissed, my head pounding with something other than the rage.
" I know, I know, I know!" He yelled, swinging the car to the right, bumping me into the door.
" Dammit, Louis," The pain had spread from my head and pretty much my whole face, to my side.
" I'm sorry, I am just trying to not get us shot."
" Yeah, well, you're doing a lousy job at it." I coughed, sensing a bitter taste in my mouth, but choosing to ignore it.
" Are you still with me? Harry, are you alright?" His hands shook me slightly, causing the pain to flare up pretty much everywhere.
" I'm still here. I think I am fucking blind, but I'm still here."
" You're what?! Oh Zayn is going to slaughter me!"
" Good, you fucking earned it, you, childish, inconsiderate, irresponsible-"
" Okay, okay, I get it. I fucked up. I'm sorry." I gave a mere nod, groaning, at the ache devouring me whole. I had received several punches to the stomach, along with some kicks, a hit to the head, and of course a punch to the nose that was now broken. I bet I had a few broken bones that I couldn't quite feel yet, but would surely kick in later on, once I was conscious enough to actually process all my injuries.
An hour passed of Louis maniacally driving us home, occasionally shaking me to trigger any sort of response. A response which he normally didn't quite appreciate.
" Alright, Harry, we're here, I'll take you straight to Rick." I felt the car finally coming to a stop, followed by a door opening and an arm lifting me off the chair.
" No, no. No Rick, take me home."
" Harry, you need to get yourself checked out, you look like a fucking mess, it's bad."
" Jeez, aren't you a delight? Take me home, we'll get Zayn, and we'll handle this shit. Rick already has loads of patients he needs to take care of."
" Zayn? I think I'd rather deal with Rick than Zayn. I wasn't joking when I said he'd kill me."
" Yeah, well, I am sorry that I don't give a fuck right now. Home, Louis. Now."
" Dammit, alright. Hang in there." He fixed my posture, holding the arm surrounding his shoulder tight, as he guided us home. I barely managed to drag my legs behind us, attempting to breathe through my blocked, non-functioning nose. His own breathing was ragged, due to my heavy weight probably, as he huffed to release some of the tension. Moments later, I heard his foot colliding with a door several times before it opened.
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Rupture // h.s au
FanfictionRupture: [noun] a separation into parties or within a party; a schism. In a world of destruction, riot, and division, she was set to kill all, stopping at none. Then he came along, and he reminded her of what it was like to feel. When everybody else...