Undercover (Larry Stylinson)

14. cut too deep

Trigger warning: self harm

When Harry came to, he was livid. His brows were furrowed as tightly as he could possible manage to make them, his upper lip quivering with rage.

"How could you?" he growled, turning to Louis.

"How could I what?" Louis asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"You told them my name," Harry said, his deep voice vibrating through the room.

Zayn and Liam sat uncomfortably in their seats, afraid to move. Harry turned to Louis, glaring at him.

"I didn't," Louis cried. "Why would I?"

"Well how else would they know my real name?" Harry demanded. "You were the only one here who knew it. Not even my employer knew it."

"Harry I didn't - " Louis began. But Harry was already rushing outside. He sped through the living room and to the front door, slamming it loudly behind him.

"What the fuck was that?" Louis asked, turning to Liam. "Why would he blame me?"

"Dunno, mate," Liam said with a shrug. "He'll cool down. Just an emotional lad."

"There's only one other person who knows his name," Louis said, raising an eyebrow. "And that's you, Liam."

Liam's face instantly flushed red. "I didn't do it."

Louis stood up, standing over Liam. "Tell me the truth."

"Okay, okay fine," Liam said, putting his hands in the air.  "I told McCormac."

"Who?" Louis asked, his hands shaking.

"My friend at the security company. Harry works for him. He had the right to know his real name," Liam said. "Didn't think it would end up in the news."

"You're fucking brilliant," Louis said, shoving Liam on the chest. Liam sat up, rubbing his chest and giving Louis a dirty look.

"I should probably go," Zayn said, rising to his feet. "I don't support violence."

"You should have left a long time ago," Louis said with a tight smile.

"Sorry, Zayn," Liam muttered. "Talk later."

"This is a fucking nightmare," Louis groaned, tugging at a lock of his hair. "I can't fucking believe you."

"I'm sorry," Liam replied, standing up next to Louis. "How can I fix it?"

"You can't," Louis said. "You fucked everything up. But at the very least, you can come help me find him before he runs off."

Liam nodded and followed Louis out the front door and into Harry's driveway. To their surprise, the front door was open.

"Harry?" Louis called as they stepped inside. "Harry, are you okay?"

No one replied.

"Where do you think he is?" Liam asked.

"Dunno," Louis replied, switching the kitchen light on. "His car was in the driveway."

After looking through the house, the two lads made their way to Harry's bedroom, where they heard soft sobs coming from the closet.

"Harry?" Louis said softly. He knelt down next to the closet and slid it open. "Harry we're so sorry."

"Get away," Harry moaned as he continued to cry.

"Just calm down," Louis cooed.

"I trusted you," Harry hissed. "You were the one person I trusted."