Our Possession

17

Edward stubbornly woke up with a rough shake of his shoulder. He groaned and tightened his grip on the boy laying on him.

"What is it?" Edward glared up at his brother who dared to wake him.

"The Tomlinsons broke into the house. W-We need to go now," Marcel rushed out, adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder.

Edward nodded quickly and sat up, waking Louis gently.

"Louis come on, Doll you need to wake up now." Edward got out of bed and carried the sleepy boy.

Louis huffed in protest, hiding his face into the crook of Edward's neck.

"Doll, people broke into the house. You need to wake up." Edward grabbed the glock from his brother and shoved it into the waistband of his sweatpants.

That made Louis sit up and look around the room, noticing Marcel quickly placing all sorts of guns into his dufflebag from the wardrobe.

"Where's Harry?" Louis mumbled, hiding his trembling hands by clinging onto Edward.

"H-Harold is trying to leave before they realize that we know they're here. He's getting the car now," Marcel said, grabbing a TMP and zipping the bag, lifting it back onto his shoulder. "They're probably already inside of the house. W-We need to leave."

Edward nodded and gripped onto Louis before opening the door slowly. He looked out into the hallway, once he was sure nobody was outside, he walked out of his room, letting his brother walk ahead.

Louis could hear his own heartbeat. He only held onto Edward just as tight as the man's grip on him, tucking his head into his shoulder.

The complete silence of the house seemed unnatural, as they carefully made their way down the long hallways, looking for the garage.

At the sound of a window breaking, Edward hit his brother's shoulder, catching his attention. "Take Louis, I think they're coming in from the South, the garage is just down the stairs to the right. I'll cover you from behind, get Louis to Harry."

Marcel took Louis from Edward's arms, grumbling, "I could've done that."

"Yeah but you didn't," Edward snapped, taking out a multi cal machine gun from the duffle. "Now go, or I'll shoot you myself."

Louis rolled his eyes, even in a situation as serious as this one, they still managed to fight.

Marcel seemed to notice Louis' reaction, as shortly after, he held the boy against his chest and walked carefully down the stairs.

"I can walk you know," Louis whispered, wrapping his arms around Marcel.

"If you walk then-"

Gunshots rang echoed throughout the house, causing Marcel to run down the rest of the steps, reaching the garage door and knocking on it roughly, before turning around to shoot the intruders that approached his brother.

Louis put his trembling hands over his ears, but that didn't do much to block out the deafening noises.

"We need to leave!" Marcel shouted at his brother over the booming sounds of the guns.

Marcel held the back of Louis head against his shoulder as he continued to shout at his brother, hoping for him to notice him.

Louis took the courage to turn around, and he really wished he didn't. He saw Edward hiding behind the stairs, shooting at the men at the top of the stairs, his friends, his family.

"Liam?" Louis shouted, he could notice the man's messy hair from anywhere.

Everything moved in slow motion for Louis after that. Liam lowering his gun to see Louis' surprised face. Edward turning around to look at him with surprise in his eyes at Louis' realization, Edward getting shot, and slowly falling onto the ground.

Louis screamed and struggled against Marcel's strong grip, trying to go help Edward's bleeding, unconscious body.

Between Louis' quest to push Marcel away from him, he somehow ended up being taken from Marcel by strong arms.

His tears blurred his vision, and Louis was too focused on the fact that he wasn't with Edward, to realize that he was being taken away.

"I need to help Edward please," Louis sobbed, panicking against the restraining hold.

"Baby, go to bed, don't worry about Edward, I'll protect you." The strong arms rubbed his back gently.

Gentle. It made him think of Edward.

"Oh, Edward," Louis croaked out.

The reminder of the wounded man made him cry even harder.

What if he's already dead?

What if they killed Marcel and Harry already too?

Louis forgot about all reservations he held against Edward, he forgot about all the wrong the man has ever done to him.

All Louis could think about was the fact that the man he grew to somewhat care about was in danger, and he couldn't do anything about it at all.

That night, Louis cried himself to sleep on the warm shoulder than reminded him too much of Edward.