It Will Rain (Larry Stylinson) {co-written with @Liz_Forever}

Chapter 10

Looking over the letter multiple times had me feeling like I was doing the right thing, I just needed to get Louis out of this wretched place. It had been a day since Niall’s letter was received and a day since I started writing one of my own to Niall.

Ever since the letter was received, I could see Louis’ mood had changed slightly. He would smile a little more now than he did before. Even though he was still sad that there was a chance he wouldn’t survive, his mood was one that never went below the determination to be able to go home to his family and never look back at this place, and me.

“Fuck!” Silently drifts out of my mouth before I’m bringing my middle finger up to my mouth to stop it from bleeding. My skin is so dry where a simple touch to the corner of a piece of paper will slice my skin. Louis’ asleep on his cot across the room, he had been complaining recently that his shoulder has been hurting, and I knew exactly why. The way he had to sleep was basically all scrunched up, facing the wall when he was chained. I hated having to chain him up, but I never wanted to risk having someone come in and catch us. We’d both be sentenced to death in an instant.

The bleeding had subsided as the anticipation grew higher. I had to send this letter to keep Louis safe, and I believe that Niall is the only answer for that.

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Dear Niall,

This is a lot to ask, I know, but if you care about Louis you’ll listen and help me.  Louis’ precious and he needs to be kept safe.

I’m asking you one simple thing, please just help me to keep him safe. He means the world to me and I’d do absolutely anything to keep him safe; risking my life would be one of those anythings.

He can’t take this cold, harsh weather anymore, and he can’t take this harsh captivity he’s living in. If he doesn’t leave soon, he’s not going to make it through the next couple months. Already I’ve had to give him almost all of my food rations and even more when a friend of mine smuggles us other food, but even that isn’t helping him.

Now, the first little snit bit may have had you thinking to yourself “Why the is he telling me this shit?” but I’m getting to the part where I need your help. Louis’ going to die if he doesn’t escape in the next month or two, it’s a given, but I can’t have him die and I know you can’t either. So, I ask you to help out and save him.

My real question is, are you up for the challenge?

I know this is vague, but write me back as soon as possible and I’ll explain more; I absolutely promise that I will.

Sincerely,

A hopeful Harry.

P.S. This whole exchange is going to be kept a secret between the two of us until further notice. Louis cannot know no matter what, this is in a way confidential.

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The sleeping figure across the room has me grinning like an idiot. A simple glance at him makes all the worries go away; it’s like this war doesn’t even exist, except it does. You can hear the gunshots and the screams all night long, they haunt your thoughts, they haunt your dreams, and most of all, they haunt your life.

Before I head over to my loves cot, I tuck the letter under the shitty mattress. If Louis saw the letter it would ruin everything. My feet carry me over to my love where I cuddle up next to his cold body. Louis turns over and cuddles into me and wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

I place a light kiss to the top of his head before I’m drifting off into a –somewhat- peaceful sleep.

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I’m awoken by light kisses being placed on my bare chest, the lips ice cold and cracked.

“Wake up,” The lips breathed out against my chest, the cold breath making goose bumps trail up and down my body.

My eyes open with a smile on my face as I look down at the small, scrawny boy.

“You’re so skinny, just skin and bones,” A frown finds its way to my face. “I’m sorry, so sorry.” I say as I hold his body tightly to me, placing a light kiss to the top of his head.

Louis shivers making me hold him as tight as I can. It’s getting harder and harder to hold him tight; my arms are getting weaker and weaker from the lack of movement.  All I did now is lay with Louis, keeping the both of us warm, and “healing”. Everyone thought that the people who got shot, me included, had to rest and heal before we could go back out to our line of force.  It was so excruciatingly painful not being able to fight.

“Get me out of here, get me home. I want to go home,” Louis continuously reiterated. All he did was tell me how much he wished to just be home with his family, having me by his side and loving him every second, every minute of the day.

The letter, Harry. The letter. I had to keep reminding myself that Louis was the reason I wrote that letter to Niall, he was the reason I was willing to give up everything and leave. He was the person I must keep safe.

Every thanksgiving meal when my family would all get together and eat a nice dinner just the four of us, my dad would always tell us, “No matter how hard life gets, you always have the people you love to look back at and be thankful for. Your family will always be there for each and every one of you, but when you find someone that you would do absolutely anything for, you have to go to the ends of the Earth just to make sure they are safe and sound.” That was the reason why I love my father so much; he’s the one who keeps reminding me that Louis is worth it, he is worth loosing so much.

“Zayn told me that some of the troops are going out to find some more supplies, and he told me that you and I would be safe to take another shower today,” I said lightly as I placed a soft kiss to Louis', already greasy, caramel locks of hair.

“I need a shower. A nice hot shower with you,” Louis looked up at me and winked making me smirk.

“A hot shower seems nice, really nice,” A banging sounds on the door making the both of us jump a little and me to stand up quickly before taking a deep breath as the door opened to show Zayn.

“They all left about 20 minutes ago, you two are able to go take a shower now,” Zayn informed us with a soft smile on his face before exiting.

“Shall we go take a shower then?” I asked Louis as I began to unlock his hand and ankle cuffs.

“We shall,” Louis chuckled a little as he stood up slowly. We both made our way out of the room and down to the showers where we both quickly discarded of our clothes and got into the steaming hot water.     

The feeling of hot water meeting my cold skin made me groan a little at the burning sensation, but it quickly subsided when it started to feel amazing. Since I’ve been here, I always had to take cold showers to conserve the hot water for the generals, so I got use to cold water, but now that the water is hot, I don’t think I could ever go back to cold water.

“Your wound is healing up nicely,” Louis noticed as his hand traced around it, examining the wounded area. “You’ll probably be back out on the battle grounds in a few weeks time.” Sadness filled his voice, but even though his was sad I was still trying to hide the smile that was almost forcing its way on my face. He’d be out of here, hopefully soon.

“I swear, you are spending too much time with Liam,” I stated with a light chuckle which was returned as innocent eyes looked up at me. “So beautiful.” My hand started to stroke Louis’ face as I admired every aspect.

“You are too much for me to lose. I don’t want you to die,” He mumbled, looking up at me with tear filled eyes.

“Trust me, you will always have me. If it’s not physically, then I’ll always be in your heart,” Sincerity filled my voice. It saddened me that we would most likely be split up until the war is over, or maybe even forever. I don’t know, but I knew that one thing was for sure; I was in love with Louis.