Save You Tonight (A Larry Stylinson Love Story)

Forever and Always.

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.