Two Different Worlds - Punk Louis x Marcel -

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Gripping the knife firmly, Ashe had a plan. The plan had formed after the shooting, while the whole time leading up to this moment, all she could think about was the two boys. 

Now she would get rid of them. Get them out of her mind. For good. She smiled to herself, wrapping her fingers tighter around the knife as she positioned it carefully at Harry's throat, as she began to mumble a prayer she made up on the spot. 

"Dear heavenly father, I pray today that you sit and you watch me sin, but I come out of this, and you still love me. You forgive, just like you do others, Father. I need to do this.. and I pray..Oh God, I pray. I will, like, go to church every Sunday, or whatever. Just, please. Amen, or whatever."

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Louis was pratically running down the halls, hoping he would get to Harry for visiting hours before someone from his family went and took the time. He need his baby. He needed to hold the younger boy in his arms. 

He felt the glares from the old folks and the falculty of the hospital, but he didnt care. He had taken over an hour to drive there, he deserved to see his boyfriend, if they were even still together. 

Remembering that moment when Louis saw Harry's ring at his feet, tears started creeping up to his eyes, but he forced them back. He wouldnt let Harry see him cry. He would be strong. For his baby. 

Room 334, 335, 336,337  -- Where was room 338?

He couldnt seem to find the door, which caused him to get scared. Had Anne lied to him?  Is there even a room 338? He took a sharp turn, to see if he missed it, but he bumped into a cracked door. 

337,339.

He turned around once more, praying he didnt pass it up. Or praying there actually was a room 338. 

Then, ]a scream sounded and Louis's whole body tensed. His mind went into a wild frenzy of "What if its Harry?". His fist clenched tightly, and he ran into a random room, hoping it was Harry's.

But to his luck, it wasnt, and he walked in on someone sleeping, and of course, woke them up. They shouted, screaming for security, but that immediantly died as Louis popped back out, searching again for 338. 

"Please, Please, Please, Harry. Please, be okay." Louis spoke. His head was spinning. What was happening to him? 

He heard another, much more familiar scream and he frantically continued searching, until he was back at 337. Taking a sharp turn to see if the room was behind him, Louis fell to the hard floor, whining before stumbling back up.

The looks from other people were burning into him, but quite frankly, he didnt care. He bit his lip, finally seeing the room and he rushed in, seeing a girl with tears streaming down her cheeks, bloodied hands and a knife at the floor. He looked at the petite body on the bed, and met the eyes of his lover, who was whimpering, but had no injuries. 

He looked at the woman, then back to Harry. 

"H-Haz." He breathed.  

Harry's eyes rocketed to Louis, his whimpering growing louder as he hurried away from the nurse to Lou's open, warm arms. 

"S-She tried to kill me, Lou!" He yelped, tears choking him. 

Trying to soothe the younger boy, the elder stroked his hair and rubbed his back, biting his own lip. He glared at the nurse, who looked away from him. 

"Explain." Louis demanded angrily to her. 

"H-Hes right.." Ashley spoke, her voice hoarse as she bent down to pick up the knife.

Watching her move, the boys arms tightened around Harry, to keep him safe. 

" I was going to but he turned and I slipped, c-cause the floor 's just mopped. A-And I accidentally cut my hand, a-and I screamed, then he did and you came i-in."

Louis seethed, trying not to tackle the nurse as he spoke again. "Why?" He said it calmly, though his anger was very clear through his clenched teeth. 

"C-Cause im sick of it! I can hardly go anywhere without seeing one of you, or both!"

"And?"

"Ive moved cities, and hopsitals, and he's back! And you're back! I just wanted it to all be over! I c-cant stand it anymore!"

"What do you mean?"

The nurse then began to mumble and whisper incoherent words that neither Harry or Louis could hear. Her eyes were shut tight and her uninjured hand gripped at the hemmed edge of her white, bloodied, hospital shirt.

The two boys looked at her, quite scared as she began talking louder, seeming to say a prayer whilst speaking in some sort of other language neither of them understood. 

"I-Im scared, Louis." The elder could barely hear Harry, as his voice was quiter, more muted, by the loud ringing in his ears.

"W-We... Wehave... t-togetout." Louis slurred, barely hearing or understanding himself. He grabbed the boys arm and walked out as quickly as he could, and at that moment, it wasnt very quick.

Louis didnt know what was happening. Had the nurse put some sort of evil curse on him? Harry helped Louis walk, obviously understandng he was having a slight bit of trouble.

"Y-You can do it, Lou. Just keep going straight.." Harry spoke softly, rubbing his back. "You can do it..." 

a/n : yay.