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CLAIRE'S POV

The sound of crashing caused me to jump a little, I wasn't asleep and the sound wasn't too loud, but loud enough for me to hear. I looked at the clock, it read 3:27 am.

Grabbing a flashlight, I threw the blanket off me and quietly walked out of the room. Once I was in the hallway, I could hear heavy breaths in the living room. I knew for sure it was Harry, he probably trying to escape.

When I shined the light on the ladder, he wasn't there. I was about to scream for someone, but a large hand covered my mouth, fucking Harry.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered.

I bit his hand, hard causing him to quietly curse and let go. I turned around and kept the light and my eyes on him. He was holding his hand with his other hand, and glaring up at me.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing?" I didn't even bother to whisper.

"Trying to escape, what does it look like? I thought I was being quiet." He sarcastically laughed, "That seemed to work out perfectly."

"Tell you what, let me chain you back up on the ladder and I won't let Liam beat the shit out of you again." I said.

Harry smirked, "I'll let you chain me up any day, love."

"Don't test me, Styles. I can scream and three people will grab there guns and be here in less than ten seconds." I snapped.

"But Louis won't be one of those three, since I beat the shit out him." He grinned, "Probably the best thing that I've ever done."

"Liam!" I shouted, "Liam!"

Harry's eyes went wide and he tried to make a run for it, but I tackled him before he could go anywhere. Liam was in the living room in a matter of seconds, "How did he escape?"

He helped me up and aimed his gun at Harry who was on the floor. I shrugged, "They were handcuffs, he isn't a baby he's strong."

"Thank you." Harry winked, but stopped his flirting when Liam clicked the safety off.

"It's okay," Liam got out some more handcuffs, "These are specially made for strong criminals."

"Where did you get those?" I questioned.

Liam laughed, "I'm a collecter, go back to bed. I'll take care of the prick."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine, I have a gun, he doesn't." He kept his eyes on Harry, I knew Liam could easily beat Harry, so I handed him my flashlight and found my way back to my room.

After hitting my toe and shoulders on the walls several times, I finally got into bed. "Is everything okay?" Louis' tired voice asked next to me.

I got under the covers and sighed, "Yeah, Harry tried running for it."

Louis sat up, "And you went out there alone?"

Here we go, "Well, yeah."

"What if he had backup, he could have taken you again and no one would have known until morning!"

"I was fine, I called out Liam anyway. I had everything under control." Some of that was a lie, I had to tackle Harry, but now everything was okay.

Louis was silent, that was not good, he was pissed. I could hear him breathing heavily next to me, I pursed my lips knowing that he had a great argument and have every reason to be mad.

"You need to sleep." He said, again.

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see. "I'm not tired."

"Well thanks to you, I'm awake."

Before I could say anything, Louis found the side of my face and turned it so our faces were close. I bit my bottom lip and leaned in, those same sparks were flying when we touched.

I put my hand on Louis' chest, I could feel some scratches that Harry had left, but I ignored them. It just showed how much stronger Louis is. Louis managed to flip us over so now I was on top.

His hands found there way down to my waist, he pulled off my shirt with one swift move. I giggled into the kiss, it was easier for me because Louis slept in his boxers.

Louis briefly pulled away from the kiss, "I'm the only one, right?"

"Of course, why would you even ask?"

"Because I know Harry likes you." His voice was full of anger and fear.

"Too bad for him." I leaned back down and connected our lips.

Louis flipped us over again, so he was in full control now. I pulled down his boxers, and he took off my shorts. I ran my hand through his soft hair causing him to groan, he loves it when I do that.

"I love you." He mumbled.

I smiled, "I love you too."

LYN'S POV

"Lyn, are you awake?" Liam's voice asked next to me.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm awake."

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him, "I did something early this morning."

"Like what?"

"I killed Harry."

I sat up and looked at him, "Why?"

"I tried not to, I really did. It's just, everytime I looked at him, I saw your hurt eyes. He's done nothing but harm to all of us, and before I knew it, I took him outside and pulled the trigger."

I honestly was surprised, but I wasn't unhappy, I did believe that Harry got what he deserved. "You did the right thing." I plastered a fake smile on my face.

Liam didn't smile, he just pursed his lips. "I'm so sorry."

"What?"

"You can cut the act, what's really going on in your mind?"

I shrugged and played with my blanket. Lots of things were going on in my mind, but I couldn't find the right words to form them. I honestly just wanted to sleep forever at the moment, but I didn't want to drive myself crazy by staying inside forever.

"Lyn, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"How do you feel about marriage?"

I froze, "What about marriage?"

"Do you think it's a good idea? For the two of us? I mean, it's been almost a year since we've known eachother, I don't see anything else happening." He had a point.

"I need a moment to process all of this before saying anything. A lot has happened over the course of three weeks, you know?"

Liam nodded, "I'm not telling you to make any decisions right now, I'm just suggesting."

"I know." I gave another fake smile, "But I can say, it doesn't sound like a horrible idea."