Lost

Nineteen

Harry;

I fade in and out of consciousness, the noises from the fight in the kitchen echoing into the living room.

I fight to stay awake and get up. I have to help Louis. He doesn't know.

He doesn't know what I know.

I struggle to lift my self off of the couch, my head pounding as everything spins. I manage to stand and I stumble to the doorway of the kitchen.

Zayn is on the floor, Leyton repeatedly hitting him. Blood trails from his nose as he gets hit over and over. Louis leans against the wall, clutching his stomach, seemingly attempting to recover from being hit himself.

Liam comes barreling at Leyton from the left, tackling him, and the two tumble across the floor in the opposite direction. Louis stands shakily and starts to make his way to help Zayn.

I see my opportunity and I'm about to go through the doorway when someone grabs me from behind, pulling me away from the other room. The person pulls me into their chest and backs up away from the doorway, dragging me along with them. I loll my head back onto their shoulder and see a mop of blonde hair.

"Harry stay away from there, you'll get hurt!" Niall says, laying me back down on the couch.

He glances back over at the doorway, the loud crashes and bangs distracting him.

I try to get back up only to have him push me down again, giving me a stern look.

"Harry, no. You're in no condition to fight right now."

"But he doesn't know!" I say hysterically.

I must've hit my head pretty hard because I know that didn't make any sense at all, but I also can't formulate a different way to explain either.

"Who doesn't know? What don't they know, Harry?" Niall says, eyebrows knitting together.

I struggle to come up with a way to tell him what I know, but my mind is all foggy. It's like I know what I want to say, but I just can't figure out which words to use. It's beyond confusing and extremely frustrating.

"Louis! H-he doesn't know..there's another!" I say, again trying to get up.

"Another what?" Niall asks.

I stare at him, my eyes wide with panic as I open and close my mouth, but no words come out.

When I had been upstairs in Leyton's room, there had been something in the corner that had caught my attention, but then he had slammed my head against the door frame, and I had completely forgotten about it.

It was only a few minutes ago that I remembered, that I realized what it was.

A monitoring device. To control-

"Another what, Harry!?" Niall says again, getting frustrated at my lack of response.

" A bomb!" I yell back, grabbing the collar of his shirt, "There's another bomb!"

Louis;

I stumble over to Zayn, clutching my stomach in pain. I glance over to where Liam and Leyton are fighting. It's impossible to tell who's winning, but if anyone can hold their own against the impossibly huge man, it's Liam.

I kneel down on the floor next to Zayn, who looks pretty close to passing out.

I see Niall pull a dazed Harry away from the doorway and nod my thanks to him. Then I turn back to Zayn, lifting him up and dragging him off to the side of the room. He's in no shape to continue fighting now.