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Hide & Seek (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 34

If you knew the future, you'd wish you didn't.

*NARRATOR'S POV*


"Who?" Harry managed to put Louis back under the covers to rest, before joining the doctor in the hallway.

"The girl I called earlier, Marie and two other gentlemen are here. They all know Louis." She explains, an anewed smile on her face after observing Louis' and Harry's interaction shortly prior.

"He's sleeping now." Harry turns cold, because these people could not know he was here.

He had to stay but it would be better if he didn't. What if Louis woke up and he wasn't here?

"Do you want me to ask them to leave?"

Harry knew she was being sarcastic. "No. He would want to see them."

"Not your friends, I take it." She speaks as if it's completely understandable. Harry had nothing against Louis' friends, he'd just never choose them as his own friends.

Hushed yelling at the nurses' station draws both of their attentions, and Harry watches Marie - who he recognises as the girl from the only party he's ever attended - attempt to calm a well-tanned taller guy - who Harry knows to be Zayn. Beside them is a short, blond and uncomfortable boy who has his fingers through the belt loops of his faded jeans. Niall.
Harry's chin turns up a little as he glares at the trio. Zayn is the first to see him, whose eyes turn dark and jaw tightens stiffly. Harry knows why and it pleases him to know that the now evident dissatisfaction in both males' expression is because of him.

They start towards him, Zayn upfront and looking angry. Marie follows with Niall before they stop in front of Harry.

"What are you doing here?" Zayn doesn't care to keep his voice low and inaudible for the doctor.

"Zayn." Marie warns.

"Shut up, Marie." He doesn't look at her. "Why the fuck are you here?"

"I have to be here. Unlike in your case, Louis wants me here."

The doctor excuses herself by walking away. Zayn laughs, and Harry had the powerful urge to break the promise he made to Louis. Nobody ever laughed at him. He regrets not having worn a bandanna because that kept his anger at bay before he gave in and let nature take its course.

"Fucking wanker." Zayn insults. Marie is no longer standing behind her brother.

"Zayn, mate. Not the place." Niall grabs his friend's arm.

Zayn shoves him off and steps in Harry's face, a man much taller and less intimidated because Zayn looked pumped full of enough illegal substances to have him knocked out cold with one of Harry's delivered blows.

Marie had followed Dr. Annabeth to the door that stood behind Harry's tower of strength. The door had been closed and now the doctor ushered her in before explaining Louis' state and apologising for needing to leave. She had more than one patient on more than one level in this hospital.

Louis woken up to sound of female voices, and saw Marie sitting on the edge of his bed by his feet. "Hey, Lou."

"Marie." He can't believe she's here. It's been so long since anyone he's known from Middleston - with the obvious exception - has made an appearance.

She hugs him tightly for a short moment. "Missed you, you fucker."

"Ditto. What are you doing here?"

"Came to see you. Zayn," She sighs. "-Zayn, he called and the doctor answered. Said you were at the hospital so we came here immediately."

"What? You were already in Dynasville?"

"Oh....well, yeah. Whether you said no or yes we were going to stay in town for a bit."

"That's good, I guess."

Marie's smile sobers and her lips set in a grim line of contemplation. She fidgets with her fingers and Louis' hospital gown.

"What's wrong, Marie?" Louis could pick up on the symptoms of Marie's hesitancy.

"Why is Harry here, Louis?"

Louis' ECG just picks up again, beeping randomly and fast. Marie's eyes widen and she panics while Louis focuses on calming down. He thought Harry had left, it would have been a safe bet. A small part of him was glad Harry didn't though.

"Louis?"

"Marie, I can't......say."

"Is he hurting you? Did he do this to you?"

"Of course not! He wouldn't hurt me."

"Are you as delirious as he is? He's a god damn murderer, Louis!"

"Stop saying that." Louis shakes his head. "He didn't do those things-"

Marie glares at him. "He's done something to you. What, I don't know but you can't stay here."

"Marie. You can't come here to accuse my boyfriend of-"

"Your boyfriend! Have you gone completely insane? Harry is sick, Louis. Demented. Deranged.
Whatever you want to call it-"

"You don't know what you're saying. He isn't any of those things-"

"Listen to yourself! You're in a hospital, defending a serial rapist and cold-blooded killer."

"Stop! Please stop saying that about him." Louis raises his voice and throws back the thin sheet that covers him.

"Where are you going?" She calls after him, following his staggering steps to the door.

"To look for Harry." He curts.

"Louis, stop!" Marie relents in her argument for now. Clearly, the Louis she grew up with is missing and it would take a bit more effort to get him back. "I'm sorry."

He pauses at the archway of the door and looks back. "I'm sorry too."

"We gonna get you discharged from here and grab some food, maybe?"

"Sure-" He smiles at her, knowing that Marie was his friend under all her hatred for Harry. She'd get over it. But a bunch of shouts interrupts them.

"What the...." Marie gets off the bed and comes to stand by Louis.

The halls are empty but the noise travels nonetheless. People's heads turn to the door momentarily before trying to return to their conversations. Something's happening outside, and Louis knows because the electronic doors open to let a few security guards out and hurried patients in.

"Stay here." Marie says with a firm nod and hand on his shoulder. Louis still felt tipsy and if something less than safe was going on outside, then he didn't need to be anywhere near it.
Marie hurries down the hall in her sneakers, and Louis stands by the group of nurses against the desk. The doors are slightly tinted and the night is pitch black. Two disadvantages rolled into on unfortunate situation.

Marie stands just outside the door, allowing the censors to pick up her presence and keep from closing. Louis can see her shoulders tense up and he decides to investigate. The shouts get louder and there are sounds of bashing, somebody's being kicked around outside a hospital.
Louis gets to the exit/entrance and stands behind Marie, eyes frozen on the scene unfolding before him and feet freezing over from the low temperatures topped with standing on cold cement. He couldn't help it.

Harry and Zayn were at it, rough and careless. Harry was winning, his position on top of Zayn proving to be the dominant one. His fists were already bloody and Louis was betting they were split, but they kept on colliding with Zayn's jaw. Everyone admired Zayn's facial structure, but after tonight he doubted there'd be enough left of his previous good looks.

"Louis." Marie was trying to get him back in the hospital but Louis was paralysed. He stood,
staring at Harry as his dark side shone through.

Harry's knee had Zayn pinned to the ground, pressing harder and harder into his ribcage while he coughed blood and spat. Niall there, but when he tried to get Harry off Zayn, all that happened was he ending up on his ass with another bruise to the jaw. Harry's rings left indentations on every spot of skin it came into contact with.

Louis watched Harry in terrified fascination as he continued to beat the life out of these two
boys. He wasn't stopping, there was nothing to make him stop. He stared at Zayn with such hatred, his green eyes hard and distance, that vein in his neck was showing. Harry wasn't going to stop, everyone knew that deep down. This is what he did. He protected what threatened to take away the things he loved. If this was how he did it, then nobody cared to judge him.
Nobody noticed the flash of white in Harry's eyes because no one was looking for it. Louis saw, and that's what made him call out. "Harry!"

Harry heard the voice that could make him obey. So he did, stopped the pounding of his fists against skin and looked up in search of Louis.
Zayn coughed onto the ground, letting the blood mixed with saliva land on various blocks of cold tar. Harry saw Louis standing by the hospital entrance along with a pair of police officers, and immediately got off Zayn. Louis' eyes avoided Harry's as the bloodied boy stood and waited for Louis to make a decision.

Marie rushed to her brother's side, brushed past Harry and knelt beside him. Harry strode over to Louis, who was strong-willed enough to not step back against his instincts.
When Harry tried to kiss him for comfort, Louis turned away. So Harry tried again by brushing his fingers against Louis' cheek to guide him but it didn't help because Louis just turned the other way. Harry frowned in honest confusion, and secured Louis' jaw in his grip before pressing his lips to Louis'. It took a while for Louis to respond, and he did by holding Harry's T-shirt at the sides.

Louis smiled faintly when they pulled back. Harry bumped their noses together and smiled back.

"Everyone alright out here?" A tired and uncaring police officer addresses them.

When not one voice answers him, he and his partner return to the innards of the medical center.

"What was that!" Marie shrieks.

Harry chose to ignore her rude tone, and strip off his jacket to wrap around Louis' hardly covered shoulders. He wraps an arm securely around Louis' lower back and the other under the bend of his knees to lift him off the ground. It was too cold for Louis to be out here with no suitable clothing on.

"Louis!" Zayn has regained the balance he had before being knocked to the ground, and now earns a growl from Harry when he shouts for Louis. "Will you do something fucking sensible for once? Get away from him."

Harry tightens his grip and steps back as a reflex. "Lou?"

"It's alright." Louis reassures Harry before turning to Zayn. "I'm sorry, Zayn. I think you need to go."

"Go? Have you fucking lost it? He's going to kill you!"

"He won't. Zayn, please."

"No, Louis-"

"He's right, Louis." Another voice joins the crowd but nobody can see the source. "Get away from him unless you want to go down with him."

Harry stiffens like he knows the voice. Louis should too because he's heard it often enough back in Middleston.

"Niall saved us a trip to your flat by telling us you were here." Jeff steps out of the night into the buzzing lit-up sign of the hospital's indicators. "Came prepared this time."

Four officials step up behind him, all armed and staring Harry down who didn't flinch.
[A/N: I have a horrible toothache so I apologise if this sucked :( PLEASE let me know whether you loved or just hate it. And I think we've had enough non-cliffhanger chapters so......here you go! Enjoy Bandanna Harry in the Media secion :)]

Notes

Comments

@Suman98
Can you please MAKE another one I LOVE THIS STORY

OopsHi123 OopsHi123
9/30/14

Amazing. ...

Amazing. ...

Only on the prologue, but I love it so far.

charlie2cute charlie2cute
9/14/14

@Suman98

Awe :) your welcome!
and...... oh my gosh yay!