One Of Her Students.

Chapter Twenty

The man stood in front of Aiden, his hands made their way to his side. They brought back a gun and all Harry did was crouch in the bushes, unable to move. He felt paralyzed in shock. The man’s eyes were a haunting blue that Harry could never forget and his mouth was in a perfectly straight emotionless line. His fingers moved as he pulled the trigger. Harry flinched a bit at the noise of gun fire, but was still unable to move. Aiden fell to the ground with a small yelp, his breathing quickened. The man crouched down next to him, feeling his pulse. He was still alive. But looking at the gun wound, he knew that he would bleed to death. He wanted him to suffer, so he left him there. 

As soon as the man left, Harry ran out of the bushes. He fell to his knees next to Aiden. Tears were already falling from his eyes as he bit his wobbling lips. Aiden looked up at Harry, tears in his eyes as well. Harry cupped Aiden’s face for a second with his free hand - the other was applying pressure to the bleeding gun wound. He pulled away his shaky hand from Aiden’s face and called the ambulance. He then looked back at Aiden, who had his eyes locked on Harry’s face already. Harry moved foreward, keeping his hand pushed on the wound, and placed his face into the nape of Aiden’s neck. Aiden was shaking slightly as his breathing quickened even more.

"I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I love you. Please don’t leave me. I need you. I really do need you. I don’t know what I would do without you. I’m sorry." Harry repeated over and over again into the silence in quiet whispers.

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Harry awoke with a gasp as the memories fled through his brain. He was trembling as the memories basically cut open every single scar that he had from that night. They were clear as day again. It wasn’t that he forgot them, he just didn’t want to think about it as much. Tears burned in his eyes, he shifted in the bed - touching someone’s leg in the process. He froze. He sat up and saw Louis sleeping peacefully. A smile formed on Harry’s lips because he was so distracted by the dream that he had forgotten about the day before.

Louis was his.

Louis told him that he had broken up with Eleanor and everything was suddenly good in his life again. He could tell people that he had an amazing and perfect and beautiful boyfriend. He wasn’t alone anymore and people would know it too. He wouldn’t have to be known as the boy with no one - no family, no friends, no boyfriend. Because he felt like he had a family and friends again. He felt loved again. And the fact that Louis wanted to stay with him at Niall’s because he didn’t feel like going to Eleanor just showed him that he really was just his. 

But his mind went back to his dream, causing him to tremble again. Mostly because he felt like Aiden would think he was replacing him. Just like his dad had told him, those words had stuck in his mind. He could feel warm tears trickle down his cheeks again as he wiped them quickly, but they soon started falling heavier and quicker than they were before. He tried to stop crying, but it made it worse. 

Louis’ eyes fluttered open at the sudden movements next to him on the bed. The bed was moving a little, but it was moving enough to wake him up. He sat up quickly as he heard the noise of a soft sob through the silence of the quiet room. His face met Harry’s in the darkness, they could barely see each other. The only way was because of the soft shine of the moon through the window.

"Babe, what’s wrong?" Louis frowned, wrapping an arm around him.

Harry shrugged, pushing himself closer to Louis. “Nothing, just a dream. Go back to sleep.” He murmured quietly into Louis’ neck.

Louis’ fingers played along the soft skin of Harry’s back under his shirt. “Tell me about it.” He whispered into his curls.

Harry frowned, his lips wobbling again. Louis felt them moving against his neck, he pulled away and kissed his lips softly to try to stop them. “Don’t cry.” he whispered quietly.