Take Me To Church || Larry

07

Of course many would say that Louis was absolutely crazy and a terrible person for what he just did but it had been five days. Five days since Harry hadn't returned from his trip to Beverley.

Louis was beyond nervous and terrified of what happened to Harry.

So there he sat in what was an older model of the popular black Ranger Rover truck.

Yes, Louis knew very well that stealing a car, and an expensive one at that, was terrible.

But, in his defense he was gonna bring it right back after he found Harry.

The man or woman who owned the truck was staying at the motel so it was inevitable that someone would eventually steal a truck like that in that neighborhood.

Louis tried to tell himself these things to make himself feel better.

Harry was just going to absolutely kill him, but Louis thinks maybe he might understand better because, well Louis did this out of pure worry.

It's not like Louis' never stolen a car before. He isn't proud of it, but he did one time when he was leaving Doncaster.

It was an old abandoned car that didn't look like he had been used in ages.

Also, the person had left their doors unlocked.

So, really, Louis was saving the car from being stolen from actual thieves.

Louis was also very glad in this moment that his old drug dealer taught him how to hot wire cars.

Louis was bouncing his knee up and down and shaking because he was so beyond scared for what happened to Harry.

He really needed to smoke right now, but he promised Harry he would stop everything. Not just drugs, but also smoking.

He needed to calm himself and turned on the radio and rap music started blasting through the speakers. Louis jumped back in surprise.

He shook his head and tried to change the station, but couldn't figure out how.

He just ended up lowering the music and just let some sort of sound flood through his ears to distract from the noise his brain was making.

After about 4 hours Louis saw the exit for Beverley and put on the signal and got off.

He drove down the familiar road and soon his blood ran ice cold. He saw a body lying in the middle of the road.

It appeared to be a boy and he wasn't moving.

Louis jammed on his breaks and ran out of the car.

Once he got closer to the body he almost fainted.

He knew that long beautiful brown hair and long legs anywhere.

It was Harry, his Harry.

Louis ran over to Harry and saw he was lying facedown on the gravel road.

Louis gasped when he flipped him over and saw his face had deep scratches and had bruises all over it.

He looked down his body and saw his shirt was gone. He saw that on Harry's chest was written one word and it was carved into his skin.

Louis almost threw up at the sight in front of him. He continued to look down and saw that his ankle appeared to be broken and his legs were limp and didn't move.

Louis felt Harry's heart beat and it was very faint, Louis almost barely felt it. Louis screamed and tried to get someone to hear him.

Louis wasn't sure where the nearest hospital was and he didn't know how he would bring Harry's body to his car anyways.