LOUIS' POV

"Liam will you hurry up! She's loosing a lot of blood." I held the red rag to her wound.

It's been ten minutes and she's been bleeding nonstop, I'm surprised she's still alive. Liam responded by slamming his foot on the gas pedal.

Lyn kept looking at Claire and I in the back seat, she was sitting next to Liam in the front. I didn't pay any attention to her since I could care less about Lyn, I wasn't a huge fan of her.

The rag now was no help whatsoever, it was just as bloody as her wound. I looked around the car for something to use to put more pressure on her bullet wound, but there was nothing. I groaned and just grabbed the bottom of my shirt, then pulled it over my head.

Good thing I hate this shirt anyways. I rolled it up in a ball and pressed it back down on her right hip. Her breathing was slowing down, I could see Lyn in the corner of my eye biting her nails.

"Liam." I said in a warning tone.

The car slowed down and then he killed the engine. "I'll go get Ashton, Lyn come with me."

They both jogged up to the door, I sighed as I turned my shirt around to a new spot. I could hear running footsteps, and then the door opened.

Ashton looked down at Claire, "Grab her and follow me. Liam keep pressure on the wound."

I handed Liam my shirt, and I managed to pick Claire up. It was difficult since I was in a car, but I made it.

The second I got out of the car, I got goosebumps. The wind was blowing very hard as Ashton led us inside. He took us to his living room, he cleared his table and put a couch pillow down.

I gently set Claire down, and watched as Ashton brought out all of his supplies. "How much blood did she loose?" He asked while lifting up her shirt and cleaning the area around her wound.

I shrugged, "Beats me, a lot."

He rolled his eyes, "Thanks, that helps."

Lyn began to hysterically sob into Liam's shoulder. I clentched my fist, trying not to scream at her to shut her mouth.

"Liam why don't you take Lyn on a walk or something." I said calmly.

He nodded and led Lyn away so I couldn't hear her annoying crying anymore. Ashton grabbed some tweezers and began to dig out the bullet.

I yawned and grabbed a chair, and sat next to the table and watched as he pulled the bullet out. He set it down on a paper towel, and more blood began to ooze out.

"So who is this girl anyway?" He asked.

"She's my soulmate." I answered bluntly.

Ashton looked up for a split second, but he looked back down. "How'd you meet?"

I tried not to laugh, "I sorta kidnapped her, mate."

"That doesn't surprise me," He paused for a second, "Wait, is this that Claire girl on the news?"

"She's on the news? Sweet." I rested my chin in my palm.

"So do you like her?" He questioned while grabbing some bandages.

I shrugged, "It's been like a week, plus I don't like girls. I just shag them."

"Yeah whatever," He snickered, "You used your shirt to save her life, she'd probably be dead if you didn't."

"Well do you expect me to just let her die? I'm not that cruel, geez."

"Louis you kill for fun, that's inhumane," He shook his head, "Anyway, I need your help. Can you hold her up while I wrap this around her waist?"

I stood up from my seat and held up Claire while Ashton wrapped around the bandage thingy. I tapped my foot while I waited for him to finish, once he was done, I laid her down again.

"You like her." He stated.

"I do not, she's just funny because she thinks she's all tough and shit." I mumbled.

"Name one reason why she thinks she's tough?" He crossed his arms.

I signed, "Well I made her kill someone and she didn't cry."

"You are a cruel arse." He shook his head again and walked out.

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The sound of movement woke me up from my slumber. I wanted to slap whoever woke me up, but it was Claire waking up. I realized I was asleep next to her on a chair, I almost cringed because it looks like I care.

She sat up on her elbows and looked at her bandage, "What the- Louis?" She said and looked at me.

"What?" I asked, and then I remembered that I wasn't wearing a shirt.

She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips, "Is it hot or something?"

"No you idiot I used my shirt so you would stop bleeding." I snapped. "You almost died, you would've slowed us down."

"Don't need to get all pissed, I asked a question." She sat all the way up, wincing the entire time.

"You might re-open the wound if you move too much." I said.

She ignored me and hopped off the table, almost falling while doing so. She held her wound while walking over to the couch, once she was there, she collapsed on it.

"The table wasn't comfortable." She said and re-adjusted herself.

Before I could respond, Liam came running in with a panicked expression on his face. He almost never looked panicked, but when he did it only meant extremely bad news.

I grabbed his arm and led us both into the back porch. "Speak."

"Ashton's not on our side, we have to go. Now." He whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"I heard him talking on the phone, telling someone where we were. He needs to go, and so do we." He said in a rushed tone.

"Alright you take care of him and I'll get the girls in the car." I handed him my gun and we both walked into the house.

Claire was half asleep when I got back, really? I shook her awake and she swatted my hand away. She's lucky she's in bad condition or I'd swat her back.

"Claire we have to go, now." I didn't wait for her response, I picked her up and ran to the car and put her in the back seat.

I walked back in the house, ignoring Claire's shouting and found Lyn. "We have to go, don't ask questions just follow me."

Lyn nodded and followed me to the car. I didn't waste anymore time to start the car and wait for Liam. Several gunshots could be heard, and a few seconds later, Liam came running out and came into the car.

And then we were on the run, again.

Notes

Sucky chapter it's been a rough week but heyyy new cover! Hope you guys sorta like it...?

-JJ ,xo