H a n d • G r e n a d e s
Chapter One: Me Without You

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Silence hung over the dimly lighted trees as very soft gentle wind brushed the leaves of the tall branches that gave them dimension. Marvelous rays of the setting sun pierced through the pines with a teal glow because of the storm clouds that slammed full force into the city prior. The natural floors covered in dead flaky leaves were cursed by he who tried to be as quiet as he could, walked across them. All eyes and ears were turned on to their maximum look-out as the dirty blond tried to stay hidden and out of sight.

SNAP! With just a step he had crushed a twig under his foot and cursed under his breath as he heard his name being called out from the thicket. Heart beating now, out of his ears, and breath coiled in his throat, he tried his hardest to not laugh and cry all at the same time. He broke into a full sprint and he knew that he was making too much noise. Scandalous crinkling sound, the trees had made as he rustled through the density of the woods. It was then when he caught a glimpse of the thick deep dark brown mop of curly locks out of the corner of his eye did he gasp and nearly laugh. He made a sharp turn away from the ghost, to the right, and then looked down to see where in fact his feet were taking him. He had forgotten that the pair were running down an elevated path and when he had turned with a roll of an ankle he almost fell to his nose.
Making an odd almost grunt noise out of his nose in sake of laughing, he held onto the beanie on his head and ran down the steep hill caked with brush and mud. It wasn't until he slowed down did he feel the burning sensation through his left ankle; he did truly roll it and his high tops did no good to prevent it.
Not wanting his companion to catch up to him, the now breathless young adult paced himself to a higher speed. To any one human, every tree and every path would look the exact same in these woods but to him, he knew each one by name. So when he says that he had little no idea where he was at this very instant;

it was a very strange almost frightening thought for him.

Heart leaping into his throat, he abruptly stopped, crashing against a tree. His sweaty hands pressed against the tree as all of his intentions from hiding from his companion. His light blue-green eyes gleamed around the side of the tree. Instantly he had spotted the lights and shadows of the camp where he dared to step foot.
His chest ached with a burning fever because of his want to just step inside and take one look. Just, one.
He wanted to know exactly how much the camp knew about him. Scratch that, exactly how much truth they knew about him. But, what made him so intrigued about the camp that lusted for his own bloodshed, was that to have a look at the information they had had about his life, he would be turning himself in.
Knowing that now was not the time of all times to be turning anyone in, the young adult just turned back and ran the other way.
Just a few seconds later as he turned onto the path, something, or someone, had collided into him send him down to his back. The wind was taken from him as the two fell down the hill until a tree stopped them. With a groan he looked up, wondering what year it was because of the sudden impact.

"Lewieh!" The dirty blond just groaned relived that it was his companion. "You got to watch where you're goin'; I can't feel my own stomach right now!" His deep voice was raspy from the tiredness of running and the dirty blond underneath him just ignored the comment.
With a lift of his knee, the blond kneed him right on his thigh, over the sciatic nerve.

"Urghhhh! Lou!" the curly haired moan as he limped over off of the still-dizzy blond.

"Now, you can't feel your leg." With little trouble, the curly haired boy stood up and pulled the blond to his feet. He was nearly a head taller but still two and one half years younger than him.

The two made eye contact and not a second went by before the two broke. Laughter was heard through the woods as they tried to stay on their aching feet.

"You can't do that anymore Lou! They know it's you who does it!" The taller boy exclaimed.

"Yeah, Yeah, I know. But you shouldn't have made the night-watcher so angry!" The older boy lectured as the two walked away from the tree they had impacted and towards the path.

"S'not my fault that the opportune moment was just waiting to be seized! C'mon, I know you wouldn't have let it go if you were in my shoes." His British accent thickened as he pronounce shoes, making Lou's stomach twist but he just shrugged as he knew that curly was one-hundred-percent correct.

"Hazza, Hazza, Hazza." Lou just smirked mumbling the one and only name that made his stomach feel like a professional gymnast when it dripped off his lips.

After some time they were crossing the outskirts of the woods hand in hand. The two enjoyed the silence between them, they actually loved it. They would whisper something or point or laugh making each other perfectly joyous.

Louis Tomlinson. 1/5 of the rebellion, friend to all. His quirky and witty spirit lightens any mood. He is the oldest, smallest, and definitely the leader.
Being the oldest and leader of five, Louis feels as if it is his job to protect the other boys and to make them feel happy and loved. Even though he does an amazing job at succeeding at his self-given job, he does feel stressed to know that he he is the 'most wanted' through the UK. That's why his closest friend is always with him...

Harry Styles. 1/5 of the rebellion, curly haired cute show. He has the cutest and most optimistic personality out of the five. He is the tallest, skinniest, and definitely extremely full of himself. Actually, before the five birthed the rebellion, he was labeled 'the flirt' of the group; everyone thought that that nickname was perfect for him.
He is and always will be Louis' best and closest friend. Some people even believe they are in an intimate relationship but the couple-y friends never confirmed it publicly; they do, though, like to keep things hidden and personal so it is still a predominate rumor to the public.

The pair swiftly made it through the woods, still cautious of the potential dangers among them, but clung to each other still in fun times. It was within a few minutes of the daily death of our sun when the boys arrived back to the apartment flat they lived. Between the five of the rebellion, two were shard. One for the three middle, and the second for the oldest and youngest. Of course, there were many other various reasons for this odd split up.

Harry, Hazza you could call him but only if your name started with a Louis and ended with a Tomlinson, fished the keys out of his coat pocket and unlocked the brick red mahogany door to the flat.

"...just by the time he had actually realized what in fact was going on, he was already on his way to the hospice..." Harry's voice and Louis' hysterics were silenced at the sight of their flat. Louis subconsciously slammed the door closed, neither of the two taking their eyes off of their surprise.

Niall Horan. 1/5 of the rebellion, clown of the group (you could call him). He is loyal, absolutely hilarious, and someone who has a very keen relationship with food. The blond irish young adult is always 'playing off', per say, of Louis' jokes.

Niall stood in the center of the flatmate's living room with tears in his eyes with a policeman standing next to him just eyeing Louis and Harry down.

"Sit down." the police grumbled. Louis' heart sped up and sweat smothered his forehead. Harry slipped his hand into Louis' in sensing his fear. The two sat down on the sofa next to Niall right across the small coffee table from the police man.

"Now, I know who you three are and I know you're Louis Tomlinson," he started, pointing at Louis. All color in Louis' face drained as he realized that this could be it; he might die tonight. "And I know that you three know the consequences of rebelling against the revolt. But," the six eyes widened and now spent 110% of their attention on the police officer. "I will not charge anything against you, I am Liam's uncle." Niall let out a puff of held back air as Louis relaxed against Harry.

"Liam is a part of the rebellion, I presume," the three boys nodded rather quickly. "Even though I do work for the government and have been moved to fight for the revolt against the UK, I am still hiding you guys because it is the right thing to do. You five are fighting for our country and there are very few to no other teenagers who are willing to do what you guys have done so far..." he was about to finish his sentence when the front door opened.

Liam's uncle jumped to his feet, hand pressed against his revolver against his side.

"Hey, is everything aright? I saw that there was a police..."

Liam Payne. 1/5 of the rebellion, 'daddy' of the rebellion. Even though Louis os the leader, Liam helps him keep plans safe and secure and helps try to map out the best and most secret places to hide when certain battles take place.
He is not shy but is very reserved and absolutely fun to be around. Niall and he are inseparable. Like Louis and Harry, the public think that they are in a relationship but it hasn't been confirmed, even between each other. Despite this 'love triangle' fact, Zayn, Louis, and Harry think that they are perfect together.

Liam's eyes widened and he stopped mid sentence in sight of the police officer. His fearful expression then turned into one of confusion. He quickly shut the door so that anyone walking by wouldn't see the police.

"Why... How... You're not taking us away?" he asked. Even though Liam and his uncle have had a very rough past, the two are still family and are still protective over each other.

Liam's uncle nodded and sat down, gesturing Liam to sit. He then turned to the door as if he were waiting and not but a second later, Zayn burst into the room.

Zayn Malik. 1/5 of the rebellion, fighter of the group. He had a certain fiery passion within him to fight against the revolt that is trying to dump the government of his own country. He was always in the battle field, fighting against the other soldiers.
He loves the other boys so much and will protect them with his life. At the age of 18, he was separated with his family and girlfriend because of the revolt who stormed the country. He is 20 now.

"Oh dear..." he trailed on, anger fuming.

"No, no," Harry jumped up, "It's okay. He won't take us, or stop us, the least he'll hide us." Harry explained. Zayn was confused and a little taken back. He and Liam then walked over and sat ont he couch. Harry on the left end with Louis glued to his side. Niall was frozen in his seat with Liam next to him, almost laying against the blond. Zayn sat next to Liam, studying the police officer not completely complying to his claim.

"Now that we're all hear, yeah," the officer started, "I will not seek you out to the opponents, I won't help you neither, my life is already on stake for finding you five and not reporting you." there was a long pause. It was uncomfortable but not on awkward terms, more of an eerie tension that was thick enough to be sliced with a drawn knife.

"I will, though, keep an eye on you and will not, under any circumstance, tell any officer about you." By that time, Liam was not shooting daggers at his uncle and Zayn cooled down as Niall savored the fact that the tension had lifted. The officer then stood up, tipped his hat and left the flat.

Ten seconds of shocked silence overtook the boys. Until Zayn bounced to his feet.

"How did the officer find us?!" He exclaimed. Louis and Harry looked at Niall as the Irishman looked down to his feet.

"Niall?" Liam asked for him to spill.

"I was walking back from the Subsistence Location No. 5 to pick up the food for the week when I was spotted doing something, 'suspicious'," Niall bent his fingers like a quote when he said suspicious.

"What did you do?" Louis asked, patience now wearing thin.

"I just received the rations with my number and walked out rightly. I never said anything profound or suspicious, nor tried to steal or threaten anything or body! I walked out of the facility and some loud mouth decided to pick on me. He said that I was part of the rebellion, in which he really had no idea that I really was, and so a few officers arrested me. I knew that the police who volunteered to take me home and question me looked familiar but I couldn't put a finger on it until he identified himself as Liam's uncle!" Niall exclaimed, hands thrown from him. His eyes were still glossy, even more now. He was sorry. He truly was.

The blond sank into the arms that fell around his slim shoulders. Liam held him as Niall's eyes never left the standing Zayn's.

"Alright Nialler, we just need to be much more careful now that we are getting bigger. We can't risk our identities just because of rations and medical needs." Harry explained. Everyone agreed and soon, they all decided that they were going to all sleep in the same flat instead of splitting into the two.

"Now, where were you two?" Liam asked as the five had settled down now casually talking in the living room. Harry sat where he had before, this time Louis curled up against him, head resting on his shoulder.

"In the woods just walking when we were spotted by officers," Zayn's eyes flared as Louis just smirked, "It's okay Zanie, we ran from him and were injured in the process." Harry finished with a smirk. Louis' eyes slightly widened as his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

Niall chuckled as Zayn smirked. Liam sent Harry a death glare. Liam was always so protective over everyone that if any form of sexual confrontation comes up, he will be like your own father through the whole relationship.

About 15 minutes later, Zayn escaped to bed early, Niall and Liam were talking and laughing about who knows what in the kitchen as Harry and Louis were in the living room, sharing a blanket watching the telly on the sofa.

"I'm afraid for tomorrow." Louis finally whispers to Harry. Louis laid into Harry's chest as both of their feet were propped up on the table. Harry's arms wrapped around his core with the blanket draped over both of them.

"How come?" Harry's raspy voice asked. He then rested his chin on Louis' shoulder eyes traveling from the side of Louis' face back to the telly.

"Because," Louis answered, "the army can just come in and storm our flat tearing all of us apart and can kill us. I don't want that Haz, we need to win."

"And we will. I cannot have that happen, it won't with me still alive, boo." he tried to reassure Louis.

"Well, okay. But it sometimes feels like I'm not doing enough to fight back, like we can stop them so much faster and better than the times before." He confessed. Harry then nodded.

"Then, we'll try harder and make up more strategic battle plans. We won't give our identities away and defeat the revolt as we do." Louis soaked in his words and nodded in agreement.

Louis felt Harry slip both of his hands into Louis' as his lips pressed against his neck. Louis pushed himself against Harry's stomach and chest. Louis then bent himself to the right so his lips met Harry's. Harry kissed back, instantly biting on Louis' bottom lip.

"I love you, Lou." Harry told him, breathless.

"I love you too, Hazza." he replied, left hand finding itself tangled in harry's sweaty curls.

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