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

10

Another two weeks and no progress was made, Harry nor Louis had said anything. Harry still had to be careful with his wound, although he was off the antibiotics now, and Louis' head wound was almost all gone.

They were making tea in the kitchen, Louis hadn't gone out for a mission, so they had stayed inside and watched tv/eaten snacks all day. They had reached that time in the evening when they couldn't have dinner yet, but they wanted a snack, so tea it was.

Harry put the kettle on and jumped up onto the counter waiting for Louis to emerge from one of the cupboards (which he was getting mugs from)

Louis stood up and put them on the counter. "What's up, you seem tense?" Damn the body language classes from the assassin program. Harry shrugged and looked down. "Don't know, just thinking." Louis came and stood in front of him, placing his hands either side of Harry, "Penny for your thoughts?" Harry smiled softly, "It's just been a really nice few weeks," Louis' heart jumped into his throat, "Yeah, it has."

Harry glanced up to make eye contact, "I guess what I'm saying is-"

Louis stepped a little bit closer, "Yeah?"

"I guess what I was trying to say was, I really like you,"

It came out quieter at the end but the weight that came off his shoulders felt like he was ready to fly. But before Louis could get a response in edgeways, he kept talking.

"And I know for people like us relationships are really difficult," His breath caught slightly and Louis' heart almost broke, "And I know that more than anyone else," Louis nodded encouragingly, "My last relationship died because of my line of work," Louis tensed slightly "and I just wouldn't be able to ensure you were safe."

He didn't stop talking, green eyes sparkling with unshed tears, so Louis grabbed his face and forced him to meet his eye. "Harry, you don't have to protect me. I'm a trained assassin, your boyfriend was an untrained med student."

Harry harshly pulled away from Louis' grip, freezing up as his eyes glassed over, "How would you know that?"

He could see it in Harry's eyes, the hope, the trust dying. Louis fucked up. Louis fucked up big time. "I-"

"Louis? How?" Harry's eyes were welling with tears. "Please, Louis, no. Not you too please no,"

He didn't answer. How was he meant to explain?

Tears gathered in Harry's eyes, "God, it was you, wasn't it? Please say it wasn't," Louis raised an eyebrow, "You killed him, didn't you?"

"Haz–" Harry jumped from the counter, sending Louis stumbling backwards. "God, how was I so stupid, I should've known I couldn't have trusted you!"

Harry tried stemming the flow of tears with the sleeve of the jumper he had borrowed from Louis earlier in the week, figuring out it was pointless he just angled his face away, walking quickly from the room, shouldering past Louis, leaving him standing helplessly in the kitchen until the older boy heard the door slam. Louis dashed into the corridor, "Harry! WAIT!", Harry had left so fast that he the door had bounced back open again.

"Please, I didn't-" Tears ran down Louis' face. He should've known it wouldn't last forever, but he wasn't ready for it to end this soon.

"It wasn't me, Harry."