Heart of A Serial Killer (Larry)

Chapter 4: Questioning

Though he was broken and battered, Harry didn't think Louis was dead.

Sure, the man inside the car was un-moving and Harry couldn't actually see if he was breathing - since over half of Louis' body was turned away from Harry, and the only parts of his body that could be seen were half his hip, his arm and the back of his head - but a little something inside Harry said Louis was still among the living.

Unfortunately.

You had one job, Mother Nature, Harry thought. One fucking job.

Everyone had been quiet for the past fifteen minutes; even the thunder had dulled down into nothing but a slow and almost unnoticeable rumble. The only sound that could really be heard was the muffled sobs of who Harry assumed was Zayn; he had taken the silence and slow retreat of Harry's arm from the wreckage as a sign that his friend no longer had a beating heart.

Harry reached inside the car window again and unlocked the door; slowly moving back and positioning himself on the back door of the silver Prius so that he could open the driver's side one. He placed one hand on the window frame - some of the broken glass cutting the flesh of his hand and making fresh blood slide through his fingers, not that Harry noticed - and slipped his other in a dent on the under frame of the door. He only used a little strength as it wasn't hard to rip the door off its torn hinges and throw off to the side that the others weren't on. He had a clear entrance into the car now and moving up to sit on the door frame, he was surprised that Louis hadn't flown right out the windshield. The man wasn't wearing a seat belt, and had still managed to stay in his seat.

Or he was awake for a few moments and tried to get out the car before he fell into a deep unconscious slumber. Because that happened more often then Harry wanted it to.

Harry got in a good position to be able to grab the man inside the car, first grabbing his arm to pull him closer and not bothering to be gentle as he slipped an arm under Louis' torso and one under his knees. He had to give a bit of a tug on Louis' right leg as it was stuck, but after a few good pulls it was finally free - and bleeding, but Harry didn't care - and the taller boy held the small man close to his chest before turning around and jumping off the wreckage; landing perfectly on his feet and looking up to Zayn and Liam, who left no time to sprint over and start lightly shaking Louis and calling his name while asking if he was alive and okay.

It was apparent that their prayers were answered when Louis lightly shook his head and let out a soft cry before moving in closer to Harry's toned chest.

Liam was speechless as Zayn erupted in cheerful shouts and fist bumped the air, oblivious to the rest of his tears that continued to stream unknowingly down his cheeks. Liam was still frozen and Niall was making his way over; the Irishman staring down at the man with his eyebrow raised, he looked like a puppy seeing a baby for the first time and was wondering what the hell it even was. Harry had to stop himself from laughing.

Zayn made Harry put Louis down, of which he attempted to gently lay the broken man on the dripping wet grass but failed un-caringly as he heard the small thump of Louis' head hitting the earth. Liam snapped out of his reverie and held off a glare for Harry; because, after all, he did help them find Louis and got him out the car. Even though he was being a little rough ...

Everyone crowded around Louis; Zayn trying to gently shake him into consciousness while Liam looked over his body and checked for his wounds, wincing when he saw the 'gruesome' ones that involved seeing the torn inner muscles or the bones that broke through Louis' flesh and protruded into the air, making the muscled boy look like he was about to be sick. Harry once again bit back a laugh from the look of horror on Liam's face: he had seen so much better.