Louis wakes up from a coma with no memory on how he ended up there. The only people who know the truth on how he got there are him and the person who put him there.
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The one where the innocent boy develops a toxic and unhealthy relationship with a...
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It felt like everything was in slow motion.
This crazy motherfucker seriously whipped a gun out and shot it at me. I felt the wind from the bullet as it grazed right past my ear.
"HARRY, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"What?" He says carelessly with a chuckle.
"What do you mean, what?! You just shot at me!"
"I told you not to wear a skirt," he said in a frightening calm voice.
"You shot a fucking gun at me because of a fucking skirt?!" I frantically yelled.
"You should have fucking listened to me! I don't like to be disobeyed Louis, and you know this!" He angrily scolded me, his nostrils flaring in the process and the veins in his neck and forehead protruded.
"Whatever Harry," I said while rolling my eyes and crossing my arms across my chest.
Which I shouldn't have done because that got me a hard slap across the face.
"Don't catch an attitude with me!" He retorted. How could he expect me to not be upset about this?!
"Harry, you shot at me!" I hysterically shouted, and then lowered my voice with realization, "you could have killed me."
"Baby, I would never," he said in a more calm voice, and then added, "I'm highly trained. I have perfect aim and I know exactly where to shoot so it doesn't kill a person, so don't worry your pretty little head," he said while walking closer to me, and placing his hand that isn't holding the gun on my cheek that he slapped, and then kissed the warm skin. The sweet gesture made me smile and feel all warm inside.
"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.
"It's okay baby," he said and kissed me on the forehead. "But, right now, I need to prepare you."
"For what?"
"For anything," he said softly while stroking his thumb on my cheek that is most likely red from being hit.
"And you think shooting a gun at me will prepare me for anything?"
"It will."
"You're a lunatic," I said with a light chuckle.
"I know," he said, and then added, "stand back," and held his arm out in front of me and slightly pushed me back behind him.
"Oh, is it time to play with your little toy now?" I said while snickering to myself.
He chuckles and says, "my sweet little princess, this isn't a toy," and as he said that he holds the gun up and aims it at three rubber dummy targets that look like men.
He shoots at the targets, the loud sounds coming from the gun make me jump with fright but, holy shit that was cool. He shot each target dead on in the same spot, in the center of the forehead. I have to admit, he looks so damn sexy while shooting a gun.
