Over Again (A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Louis' pov

We arrive early and take our stakeout spot behind a wall. Liam looks the most tense I've ever seen him. My phone clock flips over to the correct time and I sigh in anticipation. Almost instantly Matt walks through the door. I recognise him immediately from his hair. I hear Liam gasp as he notices Niall's bruised body lying over his shoulder. I put my arm around him feeling sorry for him. Matt leaves and we look at each other worriedly.

He returns this time with Zayn. He turns around and Liam visibly jumps in shock at the terrible black eye on his face. I hear a sob and pull him toward me.

"You and Zayn?" I whisper.

"Ha in my dreams." He laughs dryly. In this time Matt has left again. The only person he could possibly bring now is Harry. I'm proven right when he walks back in with my Hazza slung over his arm. Shockingly there doesn't seem to be a bruise on his body. Matt is now stood in the centre of the room scanning it. I push Liam and he nods anxiously. Then suddenly he gets the confidence and strides over straight to the boys and strokes Zayn's face. He seriously loves that boy and Zayn must be a fool not to do anything about it. He stands back up and heads over to Matt. The two of the speak then he turns around and looks straight at Harry. Matt doesn't notice, but my eyes are drawn back to my boyfriend. His green eyes open and stare right at me. I know he can't see me, but it seems he can. It's then I notice my hair is slightly sticking out. Oh shit.

"Please join us?" Matt turns on his heel and directs this at me. I swallow nervously and walk out. I know Harry is watching my every move and that helps slightly.

"I was just saying what a hard bargain Liam makes." He smirks at me and I want to smash his skull so badly.

"Leave." I state simply.

"Hahahah yeah, sure." He laughs right in my face.

"Leave now or I promise you right hear with God as my witness that you will be seeing your dead sister very soon." I growl as threateningly as I can. He crouches down to a little black bag on the floor. He stands back up with something in his hands.

Liam gasps as he realises what it is, but I stay frozen and silent. He wouldn't shoot me surely?

"Not you." He smiles and I realise I asked that question out loud. Then he turned and walked over to the row of sleeping boys. He heads straight past two and stands over the third. He raises the gun right at Harry's head.

A loud shout forces me to reopen my eyes and I see Matt lying on the floor in agony. Harry stands above him, growling down at him. Liam pushes me toward him and I run over tears streaming down my face.

We reach each other and my heart soars with relief. My Harry: safe and alive in my arms at last. A bang interrupts our happiness and I spin around wondering what's happened. Matt is sat up now with his gun back in his hand. I swallow and then Harry smashes his foot into Matt's face. The ginger man sighs and his eyes close. I look up once again to see Harry and Liam crying and staring at me. What? I look down and notice a large pool of blood dripping down from me. I suddenly feel a huge pain in my stomach and realise he did shoot me. The thrill of being with Harry had made me not feel the pain.

They're both still staring at me and Harry suddenly rushes over, sobbing as he rips his t shirt off and holds the fabric to my wound. My last thought before the world goes black is how lovely he looks with no top on.