Louis studied his options carefully, his face a blank slate as he tried to find a way out of the situation he had just put himself into. He sighed defeated before he surrendered.
Harry crowed from across the table signing
'Check mate!' And bumping Louis chess piece aside, with his own. Louis sits crossing his arms with a pout in his face
"How are you so good? You've played two games!" Louis says and Harry chuckles, shrugging and looking to Louis he signed
'Can we play scrabble?' He asked, hope in his eyes. 'Nobody will ever play it with me.' He says pouting to try and guilt Louis into playing.
Louis smiles "sure, darling where's the board?" He says and Harry blushes at the new nickname, quickly pushing the chess pieces back into the box and hurrying away.
It because clear to Louis after only a few minutes why nobody ever played scrabble with Harry. He was good. He played Quartz for for 24 points in the first couple of rounds but Louis knew he was truley screwed when Harry played Cazique, a word he'd never even heard of (he made Harry look it up to prove it was in fact a real world). That earned him 77 points, which was tripled to 231 because he placed it on a triple word score. By the end of the game Louis biggest word was Quack, for a mere 20 points.
Harry grinned as he kissed Louis, he had scored over 400 points, whereas Louis scored barely 100.
Louis grumbled while they put the board away and set up for supper, tonight was only take out Pizza so it was simple.
They had just taken their seats when sparrow began to howl and ran to them, snarling and snapping at the wooden kitchen door with vicious intent.
Louis pulled Harry close as he stepped back, unsure of the current threat.
Sparrow let out a low growl as the knob to the kitchen door turned and the door glided open silently on it hinges. Harry snapped to get sparrows attention and told her to defend and she came closer planting herself in front of Harry and Louis, between them and whatever was coming in.
Ryan stepped into the room.
Sparrow went to lunge, but Harry snapped his fingers and she stayed put.
Standing in front of himself and Louis.
"Well what the fuck do we have here?" Ryan sneered.
That's when Harry seen it. Ryan held a shining silver gun in his hand.
Harry gasped and pushed Louis behind him, a thrill of fear raced through him as he made an effort to protect his boyfriend.
Ryan raised the gun quickly and pointed it at them as sparrow, who had spotted the gun way before Harry, looked to him for instructions. Harry signed to her to retrieve and she began creeping forwards.
The gun was instantly pointed at her and she lunged, bounding sideways to avoid getting shot but it didn't work. A loud bang sounded and sparrow helped, blood spurting from her white fur, staining it.
Harry shrieked and went to attack the bastard but Louis held him back because the gun was back on them. Harry quickly signaled sparrow to go hide and she did, although reluctantly, slink under the table, flopping to the floor with a groan.
"Your going with me now, or the next bulled will be in him" Ryan threatens and Louis face take on such an intense look of fear it's nearly comical.
"Okay! Don't hurt him, please don't hurt him" Louis says trying to go forward but Harry grabs his arm and holds him back, his face reflecting Louis own fear.
