I Can Be Your Hero, Baby [Lilo] (Very Slow Updates)

Chapter 4

Harry and Louis left right after they silently finished their waffles. There was hardly any time to pack their things. They had about ten hours before the poor girl was set to die, but this trip wouldn't take as long as their other ones did. It would take them eight hours, at the most.

Still, Louis pushed Harry along, telling him to kindly hurry the fuck up. It didn't matter how long it was estimated to take them, it almost never worked out the way they wanted it to. Harry didn't see how it wouldn't this time. They were driving through an extremely familiar area, they had plenty of gas, and they had everything they needed in their bad.

"Louis, please calm down." Harry said for the hundredth time (though this was the first time he'd said please). "We're going to get there in time. I don't know why you're getting so worked up-"

"She's being abused." Louis said, his eyes widening. "She could be being beaten right now. For fuck's sake, Harry, she could be getting so hurt. What if... what if she's getting sick of it? What if tonight pushes her over the edge? What if we can stop her from getting hurt? What if, Harry? What if?"

Harry was silent after that. Louis didn't say anything, either. They both sat in a not-so-comfortable silence for a while- about six hours, actually. Louis was about to apologize (a long overdue apology) for snapping when his head began to hurt. It was a dull ache at first, and he pushed it away as being stress. But then it started hurting worse. The pain increased much too quickly to be a stress headache, and it hurt too much to be normal.

"No," Louis whispered to himself, not loud enough for Harry to hear. There was a buzz in his ears, and his palms were beginning to sweat. He pressed his hands to his ears on impulse. Harry, seeing the movement from the corner of his eye, frowned. His grip on the wheel tightened. Was Louis just fucking with him? There was no way Louis could be-

"Shit." Louis said, clenching his eyes shut. His head was hurting so much he couldn't breathe. He couldn't even think properly, which he shouldn't have been trying to do now anyways. Louis couldn't believe he was having another vision. He'd never had one when he and Harry were already on their way to save someone. Why was it happening now?

"L-Louis?" Harry stuttered, but Louis couldn't hear. His vision went white, and suddenly he couldn't see his own atmosphere anymore. He was in a bathroom. Well, he wasn't exactly there, but that's what he was seeing.

"Who is it?" Harry asked. He wanted to pull over but he couldn't. He knew Louis would yell at him for doing such a thing, especially when they didn't have much time anymore. On top of that, he was in the middle of a freeway. Harry tapped his foot impatiently, trying to think of something to do. When Louis was pulled out of the vision, he was usually too shaky to write. Harry guessed it would have to do.

"Liam," Louis said, slamming his hands back over his ears to stop the unbearable ringing. This vision was causing his entire body to ache, not just his head. He wanted to scream and cry and punch- the pain was so awful. "His name- name is L-Liam."

Louis saw a boy crying, wiping his eyes violently. He had a razor blade in his hands, which doubled suddenly. There were two, four, six, eight, ten. Why did this kid have so many blades? Where were they all coming from?

Liam stared at them. Louis did, too. Louis felt like he was in that room, like he could reach out and touch Liam. He tried. He tried so hard to reach out to the poor boy in front of him, but he couldn't seem to reach him. It was frustrating, too. Liam was right there, and Louis was right there. Louis could lean in and kiss the boy's cheek if he wanted to- if he wasn't just watching this scene from overhead.

"Drop me off." Louis said to Harry. He pressed cancel on the address they were going to and punched in the one that was fresh in his mind, burning like a burger that had just been set on a grill. Harry looked at him like he was slightly insane, but he didn't ask questions. After all, he didn't have to turn around or lose track. In fact, wherever Liam was right now was only a few blocks away from where Danielle was.