Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in the appropriate places in the story where you can read them. Please check my bio for the link to the translations! These include POLISH (Polski), SPANISH (Español), ITALIAN (Italiano), FRENCH (Français), RUSSIAN (русский), CZECH, CHINESE (中国的), ROMANIAN (român), PORTUGUESE (português), BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE (português do Brasil) SLOVAK (slovenská), DUTCH (Nederlands), GERMAN (Deutsch) Direct link to translation masterpost is: http://room_317.livejournal.com

AU The Dog and Armed Swat Team unite to bust open one of the most active and dangerous terrorism rings in Britain. When Louis gets wounded during a bust, Harry and their team have to race against time to find out if they have a rogue cop amongst them. Please note that chapter 9 (Ambush) contains mature scenes and has been automatically set as 'private' for readers by Wattpad. I cannot change this - sincerest apologies - but that means if you want to read/see that chapter then you have to friend me or whatever it's called here. Feel free to unfriend/unfollow after that chapter, I'll take no offence.

(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

Five year old Harry has been blind since birth. He has no confidence and finds the world boring. That is, until he meets Louis – another kid, two years older than him, with difficulties. They’re polar opposites and on paper it should be a disaster in the making, but they soon find it’s not the case.