I'm Here For You (A Larry/Niam Fanfic) ON HOLD

Chapter 10

Aye, sorry it takes so long for me to upddaaattteee :(

Oh, so yeah, you know the sneak peak thing? That wont be in this chappie..  haha it was supposed to be, but my mind went off on its on and....now I have more drama! Wey hey!

Anyhoos, this is dedicated to @chloeunicorns21902 , because, I LOVE HER COMMENT ON THE SNEAK PEAK ahaha its amazing!

If you havent noticed, i literally feel like im going to pass out. I just had my birthday party and honestly, i just need to sleep. But i figuered it would be a good idea to get this updated. So here you go!

And yeah, my birthday is tomorrow. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Whoooopppppp! Aha :D

Anyhoos, enjoy, while i sleep :D

~Bravery_Birdcage :*

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-Louis’ POV-

I ran at full speed, cursing myself for not driving the car farther down the road. I just didn’t want to take the chance of missing him.

 “Haz? Harry! Where the fuck are you!?” I yelled as I ran through the empty, dark streets. I had to find him. I knew he was out here somewhere, and he needed me.

It wasn’t until I heard faint whimpering and crying that I skidded to a stop, in front of an open, dark alleyway.

“Harry?” I called down it, unable to see very far in, but was still able to make out shapes and sounds.

“L-Louis…” it was nothing more than a broken whisper, quiet and begging, and broken. But it was loud enough for me to hear, and hand me tearing down the alley, skidding to a stop in front of Harry, a gasp escaping my lips.

“Oh my god.” I choked out, tears springing to my eyes as I fell to my knees beside Harry’s battered form, my hands flailing uselessly above him, unsure of what to do. I was afraid to touch him, in fear that it would only hurt him more.

Harry no longer had his shirt or jacket on. He was only in his pants and shoes, that were unbuttoned and hanging low.. There were cuts and bruises covering his chest, and there was blood everywhere. There was nothing on his face though, not a scratch, not anything, but the rest of him looked horrible.

“Hazza…” I trailed off, my voice cracking. I didn’t know what to say... there was nothing to say. I just bit my lip to keep from crying, and began to work quickly. I scrambled over to his jacket, and the remains of his shirt, staring at them in shock for a moment. Harry’s shirt had literally been ripped off his body, but luckily his jacket was still in check. So I grabbed it and crawled back over to Harry, pausing for a moment to look at him again. His eyes were closed, tears streaming down his face as he breathed slowly.

“Harry…”I choked out, tears streaming down my face. “Please, say something. Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“L-Louis…” he spoke my name in a broken whisper, which only led to a coughing fit. His coughs began to get violent, raking through his whole body. So I quickly, but gently, sat him up, carefully putting on his jacket and zipping it up. It seemed to help him, because I soft sigh escaped his lips and he leaned onto me.

“No…no hospital.” He breathed, his eyes finally opening to look up at me. “I want-I need to go-”

“Don't strain yourself, love.” I tried to make my voice strong as I looked down at him worriedly. “I’ll just take you home yeah?”