Angels and Demons (larry stylinson)

XX

There he was, beautiful as ever. Harry could've sworn Louis was glowing, but then again he was pretty sure he was simply hallucinating, or already dead. He really couldn't be sure, since he still seemed to be in an exorbitant amount of pain. Zayn still had a blade pressed to his neck, and Harry was waiting for the moment he'd chose to slide it across, and then it'd be over.

However that's not what happened next. Instead, Harry watched as Louis pulled out a gun and fired shots.

"WHAT THE FUCK LOU!" Zayn shouted, hopping up and down, grasping his hand, which apparently Louis had shot. Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been hold as the blade fell from his neck. He proceeded to slump over in the chair as much as possible, not really having any more strength to keep his body upright. If it weren't for the chains holding him to the chair, he'd be laying on the floor, in a puddle of his own blood.

"I told you to never lay another fucking finger on him, didn't I?" Louis' voice was menacing, like Harry had never heard before. He couldn't help but glace up to see his face, contorted with rage, nearly unrecognizable. It was incredibly frightening. Not that Harry was scared of Louis to be exact, but he was definitely scared. Honestly Harry just didn't understand anything he was feeling or seeing at the moment, and he was pretty sure he was sitting on the line between life and death.

"You can't be fucking serious Louis. He's an Angel for Christ's sake! A fucking pigeon!" Liam shouted out from somewhere behind Harry. Then there was another gun shot, and the small yelp from Liam. "my fucking foot" he whined.

"I told you, to never touch Harry again. I made that very clear. I told you if you ever did I would kill the both of you. I don't care if you're my two best men on the job, I don't care that you're Demons, and he's an Angel. I don't care who the fuck you think you are in comparison to him, but you've quite clearly broken some of my rules here. I'm afraid I can't simply let you go." Louis said casually.

Harry could hear the shuffling of Liam and Zayn from behind him, their anxious footsteps, trying to put distance in-between themselves and Louis. He figured he should tell them it was pointless, after everything they themselves had told Harry about Louis. The fact that they thought they wouldn't get caught or Louis wouldn't punish them if they had killed him. Though, that was still on the table.

"What exactly did you think was going to happen when I found out Harry was dead? More importantly what did you think was going to happen when I found out you fuckers killed him? Did you think I'd just let it go, because it was already done anyways? Because we'd have bigger fish to fry, like murdering the Prime Minister? You really are fucking idiots. You deserve everything I'm going to do to you. Plus you already know what's coming, right? You've watched me tear someone apart before. Well now you get to be on the other end. How exciting for you!" Louis said.

Harry found himself growing weaker and weaker, he let a moan out as he collapsed in on himself even more. Suddenly Louis' focus seemed to shift to Harry.

"Shit, Niall, can you, like, he needs to, we have to get him out of the chair." Louis rushed out, clearly panicked. Harry opened his eyes as best he could to see Niall moving towards him quickly, stopping at the table and picking up a pair of bloody pliers. Harry shuddered; feeling the spot on his arm where they'd previous used them.

"Harry? Are you alright? Well, I mean are you still alive? Shit, I can't even tell." Niall brushed the hair that was stuck to Harry's forehead away to get a glimpse of his face, and saw his eyes open to slits. "Louis we really need to get him out of here. I mean I know you got an agenda with these guys but Harry's not gonna make it if we stay much longer." Niall shouted towards Louis.

"Fine." was all Harry heard Louis mutter before he heard a few rounds of gunfire, followed by the slumping of Liam and Zayn's bodies. Harry focused in hard on Nialls face, which clearly displaced an expression of shock, fear, and concern. Louis jogged over to where the two boys were.