Demons //h.s

Chapter Seven

This is going to be short and sucky I'm sorry ily

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"Scarlett!"

My head swims in and out of consciousness, my eyelids heavy and headache throbbing. I can hear voices calling out my name; two male voices. I can hear them arguing and it's making my head worse, so I use all my strength to bring myself back to life and confront the annoying noises.

"What?" I rub my eyes, sitting up from the comfort of the couch. How did I end up here? I try to move my head but a stabbing pain erupts from the back of it when I do, and so I lay back down. Louis and Harry stand above me, both of their faces looking worried and relieved at the same time. "I can't remember." I state, wearily touching the back of my head.

Their faces drop instantly. "You received a pretty bad hit to the head when you fell." Louis says, scratching his neck and throwing knives at Harry with his eyes. Harry looks guilty, and I can't seem to remember why.

"Shouldn't I go to hospital?" I ask, confused.

They both shake their heads furiously. I agree, not really in the mood to argue. Louis tells me to stay on the couch while he talks to Harry in the hallway, although I can't really get up.

"Maybe it's best if she doesn't remember." Harry.

"That just puts her in more danger. You have to stay away, do you understand?" Silence follows Louis's words and they stroll back into the room, looking duller and more scared than ever. Louis sits down on the couch across from me, his hands knotted together in his lap. Harry chokes on laughter and leaves the room, earning another glare from Louis.

"Now Scarlett, how are you feeling?" I hear Harry burst out in laughter from the other room, but I don't have the strength to laugh. Louis ignores him, waiting for my answer. I shrug my shoulders, not feeling like speaking. He nods in understanding, asking a few more questions before he leaves to get a glass of water for me. Memories are slowly coming back to me: dropping off Amber with Harry, coming back with Harry, Harry chasing me, Harry...

Louis enters the room, followed by a grumpy looking Harry. His left eye is slightly swollen and the skin around it is starting to bruise, the blue and black colours showing through and oddly matching his green eyes. The middle of my chest hurts, like someone has squeezed me too tightly, and it is slightly hard to breathe.

Dropping off Amber with Harry, coming back with Harry, Harry chasing me, Harry hurting me.

My hands start to shake as the memories return, Louis's face paling and Harry quickly running out of the room. Anger and confusion floods through me. I stand up too quickly for my liking, my head swirling before I start running after a guilty looking Harry, Louis chasing and yelling behind me. Louis grabs my arm and stops me, wrapping his other arm around my waist. I panic, almost hitting Louis. He lets me go slightly but still holds onto me, leading me back to the couch.

"No running yet. Or beating up Harry - yet." He says without any emotion, trying to calm me down. I here the front door slam and another surge of anger jolts through me, but Louis still holds me down.

"What did he do?! What is going on Louis!?" I pretty much scream, batting his hands away. Emotion flashes on his face, but he doesn't talk. "Why is it that he is dangerous? Why is it that I've started having freaky nightmares ever since I met him? How come there was a rose that he bought on my kitchen top at midnight, Louis?! Why did he hurt me?" I continue, the questions falling out of my mouth. Tears have started leaking out of my eyes as well, no longer able to control my emotions.

Louis's face drops, his chin trembling. His hands find mine and knit with mine, pulling me up into a sitting position.

"You need to get far away from here, far away from Harry. Do you understand? You need to get Amber and you need to go, and I need to be with you. We can't wait here any longer." He says slowly, pulling me up from the lounge. "Only take what you need the most, we have to get out of here. Leave no trace behind." He pushes me towards the front door, telling me to pick up Amber, and that he will gather a few things.