I Want to Believe In Me (AU Larry Stylinson and Ziall Horlik)

Chapter 22 x

Chapter 22

[Louis’ POV]

I watched as Harry walked out of the room. I don’t know what possessed me to hug the guy. I mean, I just, I don’t know if it’s going to be the last time I see him. Naturally if that is the case, I want him to have a good memory of me. I didn’t want him to remember me as a pretentious ass hole that was always causing problems. I’d rather him remember me as a guy who cared about him in some way.

I sighed as I paced around the room. It was far too quiet until I heard muffled voices coming from downstairs. Oh god. What if there’s more than one guy? They probably overtook Harry and tied him up in the back of a car and left him for dead.

The panic began to settle in as I heard the muffled voices getting closer. I didn’t know what to do. Well that was until my eyes zeroed in on the lamp that was beside the bed post. I grabbed it in haste and stood behind the door so that when the perpetrators opened it, they wouldn’t see me.

I waited for what seemed like an eternity before the door swung open. Harry came through it first and then some other guy followed in behind him. I didn’t take any moment’s hesitation. I hadn’t even been focused on what Harry was saying. I just jumped into action.

I used the bottom side of the lamp and bashed it into the stranger’s head. He fell to the floor with a rather large thud.

“Louis!”

I looked up at Harry’s frazzled expression as he yelled my name.

“What?” I asked. I was highly confused why Harry looked so terrified.

He got down on his knees and hurriedly flipped the boy over on his back. He began to poke and prod him until he looked at me and said, “Help me get him onto the bed.”

“But why?”

“Louis just help me please!”

I didn’t question Harry’s intentions any further. I just did what he said and grabbed the boy’s ankles while Harry picked him up from under his armpits and we proceeded to carry him over to the bed. As we placed him on the bed, he let out a groan of pain.

“Oh god,” Harry mumbled as he sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Harry?” I asked as I cautiously stepped towards the distressed boy. “Who is this?”

“Liam. He’s technically my boss.”

“Technically?”

“He’s going to take over the agency as soon as he’s ready. And you could’ve killed him Louis!” Harry’s voice escalated as he stood up. His face was twisted up in rage.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. I was ashamed of rashness in the situation. I didn’t mean to be so irrational. I was just afraid that Harry was in trouble. I avoided Harry’s glare for two reasons. First off, I couldn’t stand seeing him upset with me. I don’t want him to be mad, but it’s a nice change of pace from his naturally impassive demeanor. Secondly, I didn’t want to admit to myself that this was my fault.

We heard a groan from the bed and bustled over to Liam as he began to stir.

“Liam?!” Harry said frantically as Liam began to open his eyes.

“Oh my gosh that was some hit,” he grumbled as he reached up to his head.

I stayed a fair distance away from the two other boys. I didn’t want to endanger Liam any more than I already had. I’m pretty sure he hated me.

As if he was reading my thoughts, Liam sat up and glanced in my direction. I was shocked to see a smile form on his face. “Well you must be Louis Tomlinson.”