Dangerous | l.s.

IX

"Louis! Oh my god, you're bleeding!"

"Harry-ah fuck-what are you doing awake?" Louis asked, groaning in pain as he sat up.

"I'm a light sleeper, especially in new places. What happened to you?"

"I'm fine Harry," Louis mumbled.

"No, what happened to you?"

"I said I'm fine Harry, now please go back upstairs," Louis said taking another swig of the alcohol.

"And I said no," Harry said stepping closer. A mutter of 'oh shits' was heard in the background, no one ever told Louis no. Harry was now walking on egg shells.

"Goddamnit Harry, I said go," Louis said again but Harry continued to move closer. He was now next to Louis and starting to unwrap his wound. "I knew I shouldn't have let you stay here Harry, you're really testing my patience right now," Louis said shaking his head. Harry gasped once he had completely unwrapped the wound and saw it was from a bullet.

"Bitch at me all you want Louis but let me fucking help you. You've been shot for fucks sake," Harry snapped. Louis was taken back, in the past few days that was the first time Harry had ever been defiant or raised his voice at him.

"We have a doctor on the way," Louis mumbled quietly. All the other men in the room watched as Louis let Harry talk back to him, something that would have never normally happened.

"Yeah and what happens if you bleed to death before they get here. I've taken medical courses and I've removed a bullet before. So, let me help you," Harry said with pleading eyes. "It's the least I can do, since I guess I'm so unwelcomed here."

Louis went to say something but stopped. He didn't really mean what he said about letting Harry stay, he loved having him here. He wanted him here. But instead of saying anything he just shook his head yes and let Harry help.

"Zayn, Liam or any one of you please go get me a first aid kit," Harry said and three men scrambled off to find one. Zayn and Liam came and sat down next to Louis and looked at him with soft eyes.

Luca returned with the first aid kit quickly and Harry reassuringly rubbed Louis' non-injured arm. He noticed how tense the man looked and all he wanted to do was ease his pain.

"Louis, I need you to trust me. This is gonna hurt so might want to take a big swig of that right now," Harry said gesturing to the bottle, as he disinfected the wound. "Okay Louis, I'm going to pull the bullet out now and then I'm going to stitch the wound. It's not as deep as I thought it was, we won't even have to plug it," Harry said giving him a weak smile.

"Oh yay," Louis said sarcastically and took another sip of the alcohol. His face scrunched up in anticipation as Harry picked up the tweezers.

"Alright, on the count of three Louis. One... two... three..." Harry said as dug the tweezers into Louis shoulder and grabbed hold of the bullet. Louis bit his lip so hard to avoid screaming, that he drew blood. "You're doing so good Louis. Almost done," Harry said as he disinfected the wound again. "Just gotta apply some pressure and stitch you up. Lucky you, you were barely grazed."

"See look at that dude, Lucky Louis," Zayn chuckled, shoving his non-injured shoulder.

"So lucky," Louis said holding up a thumbs up as he held back tears while Harry stitched him. Of course he has had wounds worse than this, but that doesn't mean that they still don't hurt like bitches.

After about 20 minutes of stitching Harry was finally done and Louis took a deep breath as he examined his work. Harry really did know what he was doing. All the other men had left the room by now and it was just Louis and Harry now. Louis could barely look at Harry after he had been so rude to him.

"Alright Louis, you're done. Just careful to not use that arm so much to avoid tearing the stitches. And you should still get that real doctor over here to get you some pain meds and an antibiotic to avoid infection," Harry said. He smiled at Louis hopping to get some sort of positive reaction out of him but nothing.
He looked emotionless.

"Cool. Thanks doc, will do. I'm going to my room now," Louis said standing up and walking straight up the stairs without glancing back at Harry once.

Harry sighed in defeat and headed up to his room too.

-

The next morning

Both Louis and Harry had extremely restless nights. All night Louis lied awake in pain, thinking of what he had said to Harry and how sad his face had looked. And across the hall Harry lied awake thinking of Louis and how he felt that he was starting to fall for him. But he couldn't fall for him, because Louis was one of the most dangerous men in the world, and not after what Nick did to him, and mostly because Louis would never love him back.

Louis decided that he couldn't take it anymore, despite not wanting to-he has started like Harry. His personality, his humor, and most definitely his looks. So, when morning came he went straight to Harry's room and pushed open the door.

"Harry, about last night-I didn't mean what I said," Louis said, now stepping into his room. Harry looked up from the book he was reading and made eye contact with Louis before looking back down again. The tension between the two was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"You know Louis, it's fine. I understand, I'm not one of your friends, we aren't friends,"
Harry said shaking his head. He wished they were friends, he wished they were more. But with Louis that would never happen, so instead he pushed the man away. "If you really don't want me here, I can go."

"You know it doesn't work like that Harry," Louis said stepping closer to him.

"I know," Harry said accepting the truth that he agreed to be here. That he agreed to the fact that the only way out is to die.

"So, what do you expect me to do Harry?" Louis asked, he stepped closer again. Now there was only a few inches of space between the two of them.

"Kill me, I guess," Harry said with a shrug.

"I could never do that, besides I want you here," Louis said.

"You're just saying that," Harry said shaking his head.

"Am not," Louis said shaking his head. "Here let me prove it to you," he said. Before Harry could even react Louis was pressing his lips to his. Harry loved the feeling and immediately kissed back. When they finally broke apart, Louis had a cheeky smirk on his face and asked, "Are you convinced?"