You're armed, I'm dangerous - Larry Stylinson

9

When he got back to the room, he was clad in a dark pair of joggers that were a tiny bit on the small side, but not uncomfortably so. He'd left the hoodie off as he obviously needed to re-bandage his side.

His hair was dripping wet and wrapped in a dark towel. The warm room was very pleasant on his cooling skin, and he quickly spotted Louis sitting cross legged in the armchair by the fire.

"Hi."

Louis sat bolt upright popping his head around from the back of the chair and jumping up.

"Hi." Harry smiled slightly, as Louis visibly blushed as he saw Harry's bare top half. "Did the hoodie not fit?" He tilted his head to the side, slightly confused, "It does, I just need to re-wrap my side."

Louis nodded, "Yeah, course" He pulled out a med kit from a cupboard in the corner of the room, gesturing for Harry to sit on one of the chairs.

"Do you need help?" Harry nodded, slowly realising it would be really difficult for him to do himself. "Yeah, please."

Louis nodded as Harry sat down. "Can I?" Harry nodded, "Do what you need to do." Louis nodded, tracing his fingers around the wound to check the swelling and bruising, "It's looking a lot better." He looked up to Harry, who was biting his lip "What?"

Harry cracked an eye open, "It tickles," Louis rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Some scary assassin you are." Harry gasped, "Heyy."

Louis shrugged and went back to the wound, adding antiseptic as well as checking the neat stitches. Louis stopped after a few minutes, "Can you lift your arms for me?" Harry nodded, wincing slightly at the movement

"It shouldn't take you long to heal from here," he said once he had wrapped the new bandages around Harry's torso. Harry nodded, slowly bringing his arms down, "Thank you." his voice was quiet, and a little hoarse from lack of use.

"It's fine."

"It's against the code, they could kill you for this." Louis nodded slowly, "I know."

"Why?" he carefully put the bandages down before responding, "Couldn't just let you die." Harry gave him a confused look, "I wasn't even in your year," Louis smiled, "I know that, but we are a dying breed until this year's graduates progress, we have to stick together."

Harry paused, "Yeah, okay,"

They caught eyes for a second, "You should rest, I'll get you something to eat, okay?"

Harry nodded and watched Louis slip out of the room as he settled back into the armchair.

-

When Louis returned Harry had finally drifted into a light slumber now that he was finally fully comfortable (on antibiotics and quite a high dose of painkillers). Louis smiled and carefully placed the plate he was holding onto the coffee table before sitting cross legged in the opposite armchair.

It was only a few moments before Harry began to stir, Louis supposed armchairs weren't the most comfortable place to sleep if you were sitting upright in them.

"Hey," Harry's eyes cracked open, and he sent Louis a weary glance. Louis immediately pointed to the plate near Harry and the other boy picked it up, slowly returning his gaze to Louis. "I know we aren't friends or anything, but I owe you a favour now, so if you ever need me, y'know, yeah," Louis nodded a thanks as he leant back into the chair letting a soft silence fall over the room, only perpetrated by the sound of the crackling fireplace.

Louis watched Harry carefully, he wasn't entirely sure that bringing a trained assassin into his personal hideout was the best idea, but he was damn well sure he wouldn't have had it any other way.