Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 10

"Dudley, please, put the knife away- ooff!" Harry stopped dead from Dudley's knee pounding his stomach. "Can't... breathe..."

"Put him down!" Harry heard Louis say. He was distantly aware of his surroundings, though his hearing was blurring and the only light was the street lamp a few yards away.

"Aw... your little boyfriend is sticking up for you. How disgusting." Rox then kneed Louis in the balls, causing Louis to double over in pain.

Harry and Dudley now were locked in eye contact. Dudley look mad, manic, maniac; crazy, in fact. "Please don't." Harry managed. "Do what you want... with me... leave Louis..."

"Oh, don't worry, 'brother', we won't touch the faggot anymore. He didn't betray us." Dudley whispered, and Harry saw the glimmer of light on the shiny blade that reflected the street lamp. Harry knew whatwas coming next, so he looked over Dudley's shoulder to Louis, who was gagged by Spike, but crying nevertheless.

An eerie silence descended. Louis never head what a stabbing sounded like, but he knew he would regret it when he saw Dudley's arm propel forward and heard the plunge of the blade.

With a surge of energy, Louis freed himself from Rox and Spike, and when Spike tried to hold him back he twisted round and found himself landing Spike one in the face. Dudley and Rox had fled by now, and after Spike picked up on what happened, he grabbed the other short guy and legged it.

This left Harry and Louis alone, in the cold, dark alleyway. Louis collapsed on to the ground beside Harry and removed his gag. He put a hand on Harry's cheek and pulled out Harry's phone out of the younger boy's pocket. While stroking Harry's cheeks, Louis dialed 911.

"Hello, I need an ambulance. Yes, my boyfriend's just been stabbed. It's in the alleyway opposite crate street... come quickly - there's lots of... lot's of blood."

Harry looked through his heavily lidded and blurry eyes, and felt Louis hand on his cheek. Even though the hand was dead cold, it felt warm inside. He was dimly aware of the sharp, achy feeling on the left of his stomach, as Louis put the phone in his pocket.

"Hang in there, Haz... there's an ambulance on the way. It's fine now, Hazza, everything will be fine. You'll be in a nice, comfy warm bed and I'll be there every minute of the day." Louis was talking to cover his sobs but he couldn't cover up the tears that were falling down his face. Louis held his head to Harry's.

"Don't... cry... don't..." Harry blanked out. Louis kept his whimpering to a low, so he could hear Harry was breathing.

No, he kept his whimpering to a low, in case Harry wasn't breathing.

NO NO NO, obviously he can't think like that. Harry will be fine... won't he?

Harry was being wheeled in to a spare room in the hospital.

"Sorry, you can't come through at this point. Keep calm, and ring any relatives Mr Styels may have."

Of course! Louis forgot - Harry's mum. He pulled Harry's phone out of his pocket and looked through his contacts. 'Mum' was right beneath 'Louis3'. This made Louis' heart pang with sadness, as fresh tears formed. He pressed the green phone button and held the phone to his ear. It beeped a few times before someone finally picked up.

"Hey, Harry! What have I told you about ringing me up at work, dear?" 'Dear'. This showed the close bond they had.

"Hey... is this Harry's mum?"

"Why, yes, of course. Who's this?"

"This is his friend, Louis. He's been in an... accident. Look, he was stabbed." Louis didn't know how else to put it.

"Excuse me?! Is this some kind of joke?" She bellowed.

"No, ma'am! You have to come to the hospital now! Quickly!" With that, Louis hung up.

It was ten long, agonising minutes for Louis until Harry's mother showed up; the same time as the doctor.

"Hello. Are you Harry's...?" The doctor questioned.

"Best friend." Louis replied.

"Hiya, are you Louis?" Harry's mum approached him.

"Yeah... you must be Harry's mum." Louis put an arm on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Harry's mum then began to cry. "Is he... he...?"

"No, no, no! Far from it, in fact! I came out here to see if you were here, Mrs Styels. Would you like me talk to you... in private?"

"No, course not. Louis saved my boy's life."

"Okay then. The blade that was used was, luckily, not infected, and still quite sharp. This is a good thing, because the knife was pulled out easily, and the only thing your son has lost is a considerably large amount of blood. We have managed to stop the bleeding though, and we'll wake him up first thing tomorrow morning."

Louis and Harry's mother both embraced.

"Call me Anne, by the way. Now, you must tell me everything..."