Never Knew I Needed - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 10

[A/N] AWW YEAH THIS STORY'S CHAPTERS ARE IN THE DOUBLE DIGITS NOW! AND GUESS WHAT?! CHARACTER POINT OF VIEW SWITCH UP. I know, I rarely do it... but some parts of this story can't be told from Louis' P.O.V... And sorry its a tad short... I just wanted to get one more chapter up before school starts up again this week. Before I let you start reading, I must again quickly tell you how much I love you guys! And I love reading your comments! They make me so happy! OKAY YES. So IMMA START on this chapter now. ENJOY.

[Harry's P.O.V]

I'd finished showering, and I was laying on the couch. Louis had claimed that his room was too warm for his liking and was sprawled out on the love seat. It was late, and Louis had somehow fallen asleep before me. For some odd reason sleep really didn't want to come to me. I tossed and turned on the couch, kicking my blanket onto the floor. It wasn't like the couch wasn't comfortable, because it was. It was certainly more comfortable than the love seat that Louis had insistently wanted to sleep on.

A knock on the flat door made me stiffen in surprise against the couch. Who on earth would be knocking on the flat door this late? Unless it was Niall or Zayn.... I scooped my blanket off the floor, wadded it up, and threw it at Louis.

"Louis..." I whispered hesitantly, figuring he wouldn't appreciate being woken up. "Wake up. Someones at the door..."

"What?" he grumbled sleepily, pulling his face groggily from his pillow.

"Someone just knocked at the door," I said, biting my lip slightly at the irritated look he was giving me.

He let out a huff but rolled to his feet, "Do you not know how to open a door?"

"Well it's not my flat, really," I mumbled defensively. "It's probably someone you know."

Louis shuffled to the door, unlocked it, and opened it just enough so he could peer out it. He made a slight gasping sound, "Oh."

"What?" I asked, clutching the pillow to my chest, fear coursing through my body for some strange reason.

"Open the door wider, I know he's in there," a gruff, and terrifyingly familiar voice said.

I saw Louis shake his head in protest, but the door was thrown open anyway, causing Louis to stumble backwards. And then, much to my horror, in stepped my worst nightmare. Dean.

I yelped, instantly leaping to my feet. I didn't want Dean anywhere near Louis.

"What are you doing here Dean, what do you want?" I asked, frantic to make him leave.

"You haven't been doing what I asked of you, have you Harry?" he asked in a sickly sweet tone. "You've been sharing our little secret, isn't that right?"

"No!" I gasped. "No Dean, I promise!"

"I bet this one here knows it," Dean grabbed Louis by the arm and yanked him roughly towards him.

"Don't!" I pleaded, and Louis observed me with confused eyes. "He doesn't know!"

"Don't lie to me, Harry," Dean snarled. "You'll only make it worse on you and your little pal here."

"He has nothing to do with this," I begged. "Let him leave."

Dean suddenly had a gun, one that had seemed to come from thin air, pressed to Louis' temple, "I told you that if you shared my secret with anyone, they'd pay too."

"Stop!" I tried to take a step forward, but my feet wouldn't move from the ground.

"This is all your fault, Harry," Dean smirked.