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On the surgery table was where Harry was placed as soon as they arrived at the mansion of Angel's Demons, put under general anaesthetics before Justin, the 'doctor', began to operate on getting the bullet from out of Harry's side.

Harry stared at the ceiling instead, feeling the slightest of tugging, but his mind wandered off to his flower boy, more worried on how he was going.

It broke his heart that Louis' innocence was beginning to get tainted from the cruel world.

Harry turned his head sluggishly to look at Justin, the Cuban man carefully making sure to stitch up Harry's wound after he pulled out the broken fragments of bullet out of his side.

"How's Louis?" He questioned as Justin put his equipment back on the tray.

The doctor glanced up and over at his boss. "He's fine physically, just a bit bruised from the fall you guys took. Mentally.. Well, he's quite shaken."

Harry sighed in regret, eyes shutting for a few brief moments.

"Go get Zayn down here" He ordered, hearing the doctor mumble 'yessir' followed by the sound of shoes walking on the ground getting quieter as he left.

Zayn walked into the surgery room a few minutes later, making his presence known when he cleared his throat; Harry blinking his eyes open and turned his head to his right hand man.

"You called for me?" The Bradford man spoke after a second.

"We need to get Louis' mother here. She isn't safe at their home anymore." Harry said then slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to look at the man who was sitting on a chair two metres from the bed.

"I'll go get her myself, if that makes you feel better." Zayn offered.

Harry gave a nod of approval. "Take someone with you."

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Louis sat in the extravagant looking bathtub, lamely washing away the colour of Harry's blood that stained his un-marred skin.

His eyes were glazed, in a way that only indicated that his body was now running on autopilot.

As the red stains washed away, the water began to change into a pinkish tinge, and the white bubbles began to fade, Louis unplugged the tub and stood up to wrap himself up with the fluffy towel.

It was only when a knock on the door really pulled the flowerboy from his mind.

"Yes?" He called out, drying himself off.

"Louis? It's Zayn. I set some clothes on top of Harry's bed you can change in to. And also, I uh. I'm going to pick up your mum from her work. She'll be safer here than out there."

Louis cracked a small smile. "Thank you Zayn." He whispered, his voice barely carrying through the wooden door.

The Pakistani man made a noise of acknowledgement, standing at the door for a brief second then turned on his heel and made his way out of the house.

Louis sighed, rubbing his face as he entered Harry's bedroom before he tugged out the clothes that were put put for him.

In an instant he knew they belonged to Harry, the lingering scent of his cologne making its way to his nose. He cuddled into the material for comfort.

Everything in his life felt like it falling apart. His father, who he never knew about aside knowing that he left his mother and him when he was just a baby, is now back in the picture. His poor mother was inconsolable when she found out that night Harry gave them the news, calling his father every ugly name under the sun (many which were new to the flower boy's vocabulary.)

His eyes caught on onto a photo of younger Harry (maybe in his late teens) with a lady who looked very much like him and a toddler. His mother and brother perhaps? The Styles family. He wondered how Harry got into all of this.

With a sigh, Louis left the bedroom in search for Harry, his arms crossed over his front to give himself a sense of security as he began to wander the halls.

It was very grand looking. Hallways that had dark royal Navy Blue Carpet stretched down the length of the floors with gorgeous surrealism paintings.

Vases that looked like they costed more than his house were displayed in glass cases, standing out from the ivory walls. Louis kept strictly in the middle of everything, afraid even just one wrong breath would push something to the ground.

As he proceeded down the hallways, he could hear voices of Harry's members talking, unable to quite make out the words, so he followed it best he could until he reached a staircase that lead down into the lounge. A large grand chandelier was what caught his eye, suspended over the lounge where dark couches sat, the room screaming expensive from the large widescreen TV that hung on the wall to the small aquarium that spanned the length of the far end of the room.

"Louis, how are you feeling mate?" The blonde Australian asked suddenly when his eyes caught sight of the teen in his peripheral vision, the flower Boy shyly stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm okay. I'm just looking for Harry," Louis squeaked out, eyes looking around and saw that Alec was there as well, the man standing there looking sympathetic for him.

"He's downstairs... Justin is just stitching him up." Alec cut in, "I'll take you to him. Follow me."

Louis smiled, though it was shaky and gave a nod, giving Luke a small wave as he was lead away and downstairs.

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Justin finished off stitching Harry up, wiping away remnants of blood that had dried up.

"You should be good to get up properly in about 2 days." He told his boss, putting down a small container of painkillers for Harry.

Harry nodded, grunting as he carefully shifted his body to move up the bed so he could sit up the slightest, inspecting his newest addition that now will forever leave a mark on him.

He was brought out of his thoughts when a knock sounded at the door, clearing his throat. "Come in," he grunted, resting his body back into the bed.

"Hey Harry, I brought someone who wants to see you." Alec's voice rang out, Harry's eyes immediately flying up to the shy flower Boy who was peeking out from behind Alec. The boss couldn't help the smile that played on his lips, holding his hand up to wave the boy over.

It seemed like that was all the indication Louis needed before he scurried over to Harry with a bright smile, stopping right by the bed.

"How are you feeling, petal?" Harry asked as he brought his hand up to run through Louis' damp fringe, cooing fondly when Louis pressed his head into his touch. He noted that Louis was wearing his clothes, the material so long it looked like Louis was swimming in his shirt and sweatpants.

"I'm okay." Louis whispered, the smiling dimming on his face. "What about you, Hazzy?" Louis eyes glanced down at his wound with sad eyes. "I thought I lost you."

Harry chuckled gently, bringing Louis in when he saw the boy getting upset. "I'm fine, baby." He mumbled, pressing kisses to his hair, feeling Louis grip onto him and heard him sniffle.

"Nothing will take me away from you." He promised. "I love you, Lou."

"I love you too, Hazzy."

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I was supposed to have this published a millennia ago.  Like July 2017 😂 ago. I'm sorry for leaving you guys hanging, but also not really cause at least I'm back. Don't know for how long tho.. Lol.

QOTC: What's your favorite debut song that was released by the boy's?

AOTC: For me, Zayn's song is one of the genres I love to listen to the most.

Can't believe I actually posted something 😂