The Hostage and the Wanted

Harry didn’t know what to do as he drove further into town. Louis was getting worse and his eyes kept wanting to close.

“Lou? Heya, mate, you got to stay awake, alright?” Harry kept trying to keep Louis conscious as he turned another corner before pulling off into a deserted parking space and turning the engine off, getting out of the car and opening Isabella’s side door. “Sorry love, pardon my hands,” He excused himself, turning her pants pockets inside out trying to find something that might help them, especially finding a place and getting off the streets of London and away from the people looking for them. He’d have to deal with one thing at a time and seeking shelter was first. “Let’s see where you live, sweetheart.”

Harry pulled out an identification card, reading the address. It was a bit away from where they were, over an hour’s drive. East London, less populated, her house appeared to be out in the country –away from people, which was perfect.

“Find what you were looking for, Hazza? You cheeky sod.” Louis chuckled, his eyes barely open but Harry was relieved to know that his friend was still conscious and somewhat aware.

“Yeah, we’re going to Isabella’s. It’s going to be about an hour or so until we can get out to there though because it’s way out in East London, think you can keep awake until we get there?”

“I can try.” Louis shrugged before yelling out in pain.

“When we get there, I’m going to go and find you a doctor.” Harry promised, reaching into his pocket and cutting Isabella’s hands free before pulling them to the back and securing them securely with another flexi-tie. It would make handling her easier and with it just being Harry, he wasn’t taking the chance.

“She’s going to be pissed when she wakes up.” Louis snorted as Harry bent down and pulled the flexi-tie on her ankles to make sure she was secured –although he did wish Louis would have left her gagged because when she finds out where they’re going, he had the feeling it was not going to bode well.

Looking around through the bags, he found the duct tape and ripped a long jaw piece off, placing it just below her nose before adding three more pieces of the same length so it covered her entire jawline, guaranteeing at least some silence for the time being. He felt bad doing this to Isabella but his options were limited now that he was a man down.

“Mate, bit overkill, yeah?” He noted as Harry went back to the driver’s side and got back in, driving back onto the road and toward the house.

“Keep talking to me Lou, I need to make sure you stay awake.” Harry encouraged as Louis sat up and leaned forward, draping his arms over the front passenger seat.

“No offense, Hazza, but you can’t expect me to do all the work, you got to put some effort into not boring me to death too and mate? You’re failing miserably.”

Harry chuckled, he could work with that.

“Alright, twenty questions, yeah?”

Louis snorted.

“Yeah, whatever. I go first.”

Harry waited.

“Can we throw Isabella into the boot?”

“No.” Harry frowned, his eyes glancing sideways before going back to the road. “Why would you ask that?”

Louis reached one of his hands to the scarf he had bunched in his shirt to keep the bleeding under control. Judging by the slow moving flow if liquid escaping, they weren’t doing a very good job at helping with controlling the amount of blood escaping his body.

“Because I want to lay down. She’d be perfectly safe in the boot.” Louis murmured, which made Harry roll his eyes and pull off into a less populated area and getting out again, opening Louis’s door and helping him to the passenger seat, putting the seat back as far as it would go, followed by adjusting the back so he was laying down. “This is the best that can be done. We are not putting Ella in the trunk, poor bitch is already traumatized enough by us.”

He got back in and started the car again, glancing back in the mirror to make sure the van hadn’t found them. So far, so good.

“You’re no fun,” Louis muttered. “Ok, fine, what’s the plan Stan? We go to her house, I get fixed up –with any luck. Then what? We let her go?”

“We need to discuss this when you’re thinking more rationally. I don’t think now is a good time. I’m not sure what we’re going to do, neither of us exactly thought that far ahead.” Harry shrugged, seeing Louis groan.

“The problem is, she’s wanted –she’s involved in something that got us involved. You just shot a bloke in the throat-“Louis began but was quickly cut off.

“Which, if you remember was your fault. Calling me out like that and throwing me under the fucking bus, not cool mate. I’m still pissed with you for that. You’re lucky my gun was ready to fire or we could be dead. It’s not like I killed him –I don’t think.”

Louis chuckled.

“I knew you had it in you.”

Harry felt the familiar stab of anger but decided to let it pass, he needed to get them someplace safe and then deal with the elephant in the room. Sometimes he wished Louis used his head more.

“Survival mate, you should know all about that, eh?” Harry hit back, keeping his tone neutral.

Truth be told, their lives sucked. Broken homes and parents who didn’t give a damn if they had lived or died. When their dreams of becoming something fell through, they were left with a choice to survive or a choice to succumb to the streets. They somehow survived it all and broke from the stereotypical tragedy you hear about street kids. They made something of themselves –even if it wasn’t in the best light.

“So do you, mate. We did what we had to. No use wondering if it was worth regretting or not.” Louis said, deciding he needed to try and save his strength.

Harry let the car die to a comfortable silence. He had a lot to think about, they both did but now that the stakes were high and it was too late to go back, they were forced to move on. Unfortunately, they were now involved with a girl whose past seemed even more fucked up than theirs.

With a sigh he continued onward to the house, hoping to get there before it got completely dark. He had to find Louis a doctor. The only way he was going to find one was taking them from the hospital and that would get them even more noticed.

“God Louis, we are so fucked.” Harry murmured, knowing what he had to do –although really not wanting to. Kidnapping a doctor was a felony and punishable by up to thirty years in prison alone –but he was already batting a thousand and this was a life and death situation. He knew if he didn’t get help soon, Louis was going to be in real trouble.

“What else is new?” Louis chuckled, feeling a warm sense of euphoria start to overtake him. He knew that wasn’t a good sign but the surrounding darkness was welcoming and he willfully let it take him away.

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