Louis' P.O.V
My thoughts seem jumbled since that kiss. It was amazing and exhilarating and brilliant, everything I've ever asked for. I've fancied Harry for a long time now, but I could never find the right words to say before tonight. Makes me wanna wish I had done it sooner.
Since then I had put my shirt back on and was sitting on the bench, patiently waiting for his to return.
Suddenly, I hear a piercing noise cut through the air as a sting of horror goes through me.
A gun. I immediately think.
Before I know it, my feet are carrying me towards the woods where my friend had just entered two minutes ago.
"HARRY!" I yell, terrified.
When I'm at the edge of the forest a murmur comes from my right, "Boobear..." says a shaky voice.
My eyes shoot in the direction of the noise and I run towards it. "HARRY!" I shout again.
My pupils are flicking around everywhere, but I see nothing. Suddenly, a lump in the ground moves slightly. A body.
"Oh, God." I mutter.
Running towards him, I drop to my knees and cradle him in my arms.
"Harry," I whisper, my vision blurred with tears.
I stroke his curls, supporting his head.
"L-Lou-" he sputters, but I put a finger to his lips.
"Shh..." I whisper. "Don't speak."
He moans, "But Louis-"
My eyes bare a million tears as I blink, "Quiet. Please." I beg him.
He smiles weakly, "Don't worry, Louis. I'll be okay."
I shake my head, "What happened?" I whisper.
He takes his hand away from his stomach and I suck in a breath, "Harry. You're shot."
He laughs, "No kidding- Urrr-" pain shoots to his stomach again and he rolls onto his side, facing me.
"Louis," he says, "No matter what happens, I'm going to be with you, okay?"
I sniff, "Don't speak like that, Harold."
He laughs, a tried, worn out laugh, "You know how I hate it when you call me that."
"Im calling the Ambulance, Harry. You need to get to a hospital." I say through tears, fumbling the phone from my pocket.
After a convocation that lasted what felt like an eternity, I snapped the phone closed and let out a sigh of relief.
"They're coming soon. Don't worry, just hold on." I say reassuringly.
"Louis-" he squeezes out.
The tears are forever going, "Please, don't speak. You need to keep your energy."
He shakes his head, "I wanted to give you something."
I smile through the tears, "Harry, you didn't have to-"
He takes a box that was beside him (and I neglected to notice) and hands it to me, "Happy birthday, Louis."
My heart sinks, "Harry. Don't-"
He pushes the box to my chest, insisting I take it.
I give in and open the box.
"Oh, god. Harry-" I can't finish my sentence. In the box lie my favorite sandwiches: Prawn with prawn crisps.

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Save You Tonight (A Larry Stylinson Love Story)
RomanceIt's Louis' birthday and Harry has something special planned for him. On a lonely and peacful beach, surrounded by forest, Harry and Louis have a dinner by candle light, talking about everything and nothing. But what if the night only lasts as lon...