THE ARCHER ➵ l.s

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This took longer than expected and could've been posted earlier because I left it on the same ending as the draft did, but I think I included all the things necessary for this chapter. But, hey, we've got a holy trinity; fluff, smut, and desperate louis :>

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AQUARIUS

You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger

Linger, The Cranberries (1993)—

This chapter contains mention of abortion.

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The car ride is eminently silent. If he were to speak, he doesn't know what he would say. What could you say after watching your 'friend' kill somebody? In cold blood, with no remorse on his face or even disgust towards something so violent. Clyde's death was exceptionally worse than Connie. Connie suffered a simple gun wound to her chest, died the instant the bullet went through her heart. However, Clyde got his face smashed in by a lamp. Harry wanted to ask Louis what he did after he left, how they're supposed to get away with this. This is more complex than Connie, Clyde was practically mutilated. The police don't take that lightly.

Another thing that kept nagging him was what Louis must have thought when he got into the bedroom. Harry was blatantly struggling, he said he didn't want it many times; but what if Louis doesn't believe him? Or worse, what if Louis thinks he's deficient? A frail idiot who can't defend himself. There were so many thoughts racing in his head but the one thought that kept blinking like a warning alarm was the fact that Louis killed someone.

Harry shifts his gaze to the driver, whose knuckles pale from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel. Unease settles in Harry, noticing how blasé his expression was, how glacial his eyes looked. It only made the silence more disturbing. Not a single word was spoken, not a single noise was made⎼ Louis didn't even look at him.

The gravel crunches beneath the tires as Louis' car approaches his house. The lights are still off, hopefully meaning his parents haven't woken up. He doesn't know how long he's been gone, it doesn't feel like that much time has passed. But the car ride definitely felt like hours. Even as he sits still, staring at his home like it'll somehow vanish if he averts his gaze, they don't speak a word.

A beat passes before he finally unbuckles his seat belt. He reaches for the door handle, moving to push it open when it suddenly locks. He stills, cautiously peering over at Louis. The silence is deafening, save the chirp of the crickets outside. "Don't tell anyone." Louis eventually says.

Harry pulls a face. "I know."

Louis stares at him for a moment, an expression that he can't decipher before the door unlocks. Harry swallows the knot in his throat and looks away, finally pushing the door open. He quietly shuts it behind himself and walks at a leisurely pace, nearing his house.

He wonders if they've found Clyde's body yet.

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Harry sits at the breakfast table the next morning, his head throbbing with a minor migraine. Anne works swiftly in the kitchen, fixing them plates of English breakfast. The dishes clatter and the television, along with the radio, which tolls through the house, accentuating their morning. Across from him, his father reads the newspaper, his oval glasses perched on his nose. Harry shuts his eyes sleepily, his elbow propped on the table and his head resting on his hand. His mother would typically scold him for having his arms on the table, but he's too tired to care, and a shocking news break grabs everyone's attention.