It is what it is

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LOUIS POV

When I wake up the next morning the feeling of dread fills my stomach, I had a rough sleep, tossing and turning and plenty of nightmares filled with images of Charlotte's dead body and the events of the night before. My name being yelled through the ballroom, the fact that I was the target. It's unnerving and I get a shiver up my spine, I don't want to get out of bed and face the day. I wasn't raised to be weak though and my father would expect me to suck it up and deal with what's happening. I somehow feel like I'm disappointing him, letting it affect me so badly, I'm supposed to be strong and show no fear. I can't help the uneasy feeling in my stomach, someone wants me dead and although my father receives regular threats from terrorists and religious groups, our security team we have is of course the best in the country. Why did this slip through their fingers? who were they? how did they fool the most informed, intelligent security detail in the U.K? I just don't understand and the thoughts swimming through my mind are unnerving.

I sigh and roll out if bed, I have no desire to shower or dress myself and I want to go and check if there is any news in regards to Charlotte. When I get out of bed I notice a neatly made queen size bed in the corner of the room, when I woke up throughout the night I noticed that Harry was sleeping in the room win me. To say I was grateful was an understatement, I feel safe with Harry, more so than Jeremy or William and I've grown up with them.

Harry must have gotten up already.

I make my way to the door, my grey sweats hanging loosely on my hips and my white long sleeve pj top hangs off my shoulders. I don't even check my hair and know it's probably sticking up all over the place but I couldn't care less. I open my bedroom door slowly and peek outside, William is alone standing outside my door, guarding me.

"Good morning Louis" he says as I walk out.

"Morning Will" I say back.

"Everyone is in an early meeting in your fathers office, you can head to the kitchen for breakfast if you like" he tells me.

"Um, yeah thanks" I say smiling slightly.

I start walking down the hallway, I don't really feel like breakfast and I want to know what's going on in the meeting. I'm never allowed into security meetings or anything and I've never really had a desire to go or care really, this time though I want to know why I'm being targeted and what's going on. I slowly sneak down the hallway, even if I have to listen from the outside of the door so I'm not seen I don't care, I need to know what's going on.

I reach the end of the hallway, and to the doors where the meetings being held. I can hear something that sounds like a movie being played and it's really loud, I can hear a mans voice, a mans very angry voice. I slowly ease the door open, I see about 50 guards in my dads spacious office, they all have their backs to me facing the big projector screen on the wall. They are all dressed the same, black suits, white business shirts and black ties, their radios and ear pieces all clipped onto their belts. I can make Harry out though, I notice him Immediately, his long chocolate curls pulled into a tight bun, he is sitting on the corner of my fathers desk watching the projector with everyone else. I then move my eyes towards the screen and take notice of what's playing. A man in a nice grey suit in his early 30's is talking, he is good looking with short dark hair and brown eyes. He is cleanly shaven and looks extremely important.

"We will not stop until justice is brought against you, we will not stop until you are hurting as much as us. We will kill your son Mr Prime-minister, Louis Tomlinson will be ours and when we have him we will show you what it's like to feel pain. We will torture him, rape him over and over again, we will then break every god dam bone in his little body. He will beg us for mercy but we will have none, we will kill him and you will watch on helpless as we do" the voice booms into the room.