Mr Bump - A Louis Tomlinson fanfic

Chapter 5

~i am soooo sorry for the wait! but i had a massive dose of writer's block on this chapter, i just couldn't write :( :( sorry it's not great but hopefully they get better! exams are over now :) hope you enjoy you guys~

~HARRY'S POV~

I was drunk, tired and confused. Trying to shove the key in the lock, I was stunned to see the door was wide open. I stumbled up to the flat I shared with Louis. The lights were on, but it was eerily silent. 

"Louis?" I called, rubbing my forehead. No answer. "LOUIIIIIIIISSSS?!" I screamed. He was probably asleep. I was cautious, where was he? The flat looked empty. It was odd. 

I shuffled over to his bedroom door, hearing strange snuffly noises. It was ajar. I pushed it open fully, and almost choked at the sight.

Clara was shivering on the floor next to the bed, her eyes rolled up in her head. 

My eyes flickered to Louis' bed. There were blood stains and clothes everywhere. Clara cried out in pain, croaking out my name. 

"Shit." I whispered, running over to her. "Clara, can you hear me? Wh-what happened?" For a scary moment, I thought she had done this to herself. She trembled, then went still. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck!" I hollered, fumbling with the pockets of my chinos, tugging out my iPhone.

I rang Louis first, but his ring tone echoed throughout the hall. He had left his phone at home.

I tried Niall, and he answered on the third ring.

"Harry, mate! Thought you felt sick?" Niall was the only one who remained sober that night. 

"Niall. Listen. Something's happened to her. To Clara, th-there's blood everywhere... I don't know what to do man!" I whimpered.

Niall was silent for a second. "Shit... I'll get Louis, bro. Sh-she's alive, right? Just hold on, man."

"I don't know Niall. Please, get Louis quick!" I urged, before hanging up. I sat alone in the room, shaking Clara. How the hell was I going to explain this, when I didn't even know what had happened myself? Louis was going to kill me. 

~LOUIS POV~

I had never run so fast in my life. All I could think of was the creepy man who we had met on our arrival at Clara's house. How the hell had he got in? Was Clara.. alive? What was I going to do?

I hadn't realised how far away the club was from our flat. I had to have been running flat out for 15 minutes, nothing to accompany me except by pounding heart and dangerous thoughts. I couldn't think straight. Sweat was flowing down my face, but it only pushed me on.

I finally began to recognise street signs and roads. I began to slow down, and finally reached our appartment. I shouldered the door open, sprinting up the stairs. I stopped before opening the door to our flat, trying to calm my breathing. I swallowed, and opened the door slowly. It creaked loudly in the silent appartment.

"Louis? Louis mate? Is that you? We're through here..." A voice called from my bedroom. My hands were shaking. I wasn't nervous because it was Clara. I was nervous because there could potentially be a dead person in my bedroom. It had only been an hour since I had kissed Clara. What could have happened to her?

I couldn't bring myself to open my bedroom door. Harry was muttering quietly to himself, and there was the unmistakable sound of liquid dripping.

"Louis? Bro, hurry up! I need you!" I swallowed my fear, and pushed the door open. I'll never forget what I saw.

Clara was completely still, her face chalk white. Her hair was matted and bloody, her right arm at an odd angle. The bedsheets were torn and stained, with clothes and other various items strewn across it. Harry was shaking, and the room was colder than it had ever been. Someone had definitely been in here.