Dedication: MaddsLeigh .
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As many of you might already notice, I suck at writing intense moments. Oh well. I am determined to finish this story this year.

I am soooo excited for this month! Liam's new song! AHHH Louis' new song!!! YAS! mother fuckin DUNKIRK!!  1Ds 7th ANNIVERSARY!1!1!!!!!¡!!!?!

P.S. I couldn't help myself from publishing this chapter!

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Previously

"I love you, Lou."

The sound of a gunshot rang through the air of the normally silent neighborhood, and before anyone could move, the two fell to the ground in each other's arms as tires screeched away down the road.

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The sound of ringing was the only thing Louis could hear as soon as his head processed what happened, blinking his eyes open with a gasp. Everything he looked at was now showing in multiples, scaring the disoriented boy.

"H-hazzy?" He croaked out, trying to blink away the daze in his sight, coughing from the added weight on his chest.

The boy whimpered when he realized the weight belonged to Harry, gently shaking him. "Haz? Harry! Get up, Haz!" He said desperately, heart hammering in his chest when Harry was unresponsive. Dread began to settle deep at the pit of his stomach.

Tears pricked in his eyes, "Harry!" He cried, pulling himself out from under him and almost felt sick when he noticed red pooling on the ground. He swallowed down bile when he realized it was on his hands.

His hands began to shake and tears started leaking from his eyes, dripping down his face and falling on Harry's skin.

His Harry couldn't be dead. He didn't even get to say those words back to him.

The boy scrambled for Harry's phone that was just to the side of him, unlocking it after several attempts from his shaking hands.

Ignoring the blood smearing on the screen as he pulled up Zayn's contact.

"C'mon!" He cried out when the first time went to voice mail and redialled the number. His hand reached down to run through Harry's hair. "Its okay Haz, it'll be okay." He sniffled, pulled back to reality when a voice finally spoke through the phone.

"Hello? Helloooo? Harry mate, everything okay?"

The flower boy scrambled for the phone. "Z-Zayn? Its Louis. H-Harry.." He gasped out. "He got, got shot! And I don't know- there's so much blood."

Shakily, Louis brought a hand to Harry's neck to feel for a pulse and almost sobbed in relief when he could feel a weak thrumming under his fingertips. 

Zayn's eyes widened on the other side of the phone at the mansion, calling for Michael and Luke to get the infirmary ready, getting Alec, another member to come along with him. "Fuck- okay, Louis. We'll be there." He spoke as the two ran out to a car, shoving the key into the ignition and sped down the driveway.

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Christian growled as he got a report from one of his lower rank members.

"Fucking idiot! You were supposed to shoot Styles when he was alone!" He yelled, throwing a vase at the wall, missing his right hand man by mere millimeters.

"I'm sorry sir, I misheard your orders." The shooter spoke, eyes on his boss with his arms crossed behind his back.

"Misheard? Did you fall deaf through the middle of when I was speaking?" Christian hissed as he stalked forward until the tips of his shoes were touching the shooter's.

"No sir." The man spoke.

"Well, since that has happened, you not only left Styles most likely alive by now, you put my son in direct danger with your carelessness!" He hissed, fury blazing in his eyes. "Get out of my sight."

The man instantly scurried off before he was met on the receiving end of a gun.

Christian grunted, running a hand through his hair.

"Fuck!" he shouted, kicking the nearest object, which was his oak wood desk.

The Gang leader turned to face his Right Hand, face stoic and void of emotion, "Send a car out. Go pick up my son and bring him here." He barked.

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Zayn arrived at the Tomlinson's house not even twenty minutes after the call, screeching to a halt before he and Alec ran out, guns hidden and ready under their jackets.

He passed the doorway, seeing Louis sitting on the ground of the hall, Harry's head propped in his lap. "Are you okay?" He asked, crouching down next to the two and looked at his unconscious best friend.

Louis blinked away unshed tears, turning to face Zayn and nodded. "I-I'm fine. He was shot.. In his side. I- I stopped the bl-bleeding." He stuttered out, motioning to the bandage he managed to wrap around around the Gang Leader's torso, the white gauze seeping with red.

Zayn nodded, looking over at Alec who was keeping a lookout and told him to help. "Alright, Louis, I'm going to pick him up now." Zayn spoke softly to the small teenager, feeling empathy for him when Louis just weakly nodded, the blue fluffy sweater he was wearing matted in patches of dried blood.

Zayn turned to Harry and sighed, before he whacked his hand across the Cheshire man's cheek, ignoring the gasp that escaped the younger boy's mouth. "Wake up, tosser. I knew you shouldn't have come alone." He huffed.

It took a few seconds for it to register, Harry slowly blinking his eyes open before glaring at his best mate/right hand.

"Fucking prick." The green eyed man grunted out before his fave screwed up at the pain in his side.

Louis' eyes widened in relief. "Harry! I thought you.. I thought you were going to die." He trailed off, biting down on his bottom lip to stop it from wobbling, but didn't stop the tears from overflowing.

The Gang leader turned to Louis, bringing his hand to cup the boy's soft cheek, dimples denting his own. "Could never leave you. Not very gentlemanly." He spoke, voice more huskier and rough and smiled even wider when he got the boy to let out a small giggle.

"Sir, we better go." Alec interrupted the moment as he crouched down next to his boss.

Harry sighed but nodded. Zayn and Alec both got Harry's arms draped over their shoulders before slowly helping him up to his feet and began walking him out the door. "Wait, Louis, come with us. Its not safe here." Harry said, groaning when his wound tugged the wrong way, glancing back at the flower child who stood at the doorway. His heart hurt at the sight of his lovely boy shivering with blood smeared all over him.

Louis nodded weakly. "I'll j-just grab my phone." He quickly scurried back inside his home that used to be his safe haven, grabbing his phone off the coffee table and came back, shutting the door behind him. He got into the car beside Harry, wanting to cuddle up to him but settled for shyly reaching to tangle their fingers.

"I'm so sorry, Lou. This was never meant to happen." Harry spoke after the car started down the road as he noticed Louis' gaze was on the shrinking sight of his home.

"I'm just glad.. That you're alive." Louis whispered once they turned down the road.

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A black sedan slowly drove up to the Tomlinson residence, stopping on the other side of the road. The driver stepped out, checking out the area before crossing the road and walked up to the front door. A bullet hole was prominent in the door frame.

The man raised his gloved hand to turn the doorhandle, grunting in annoyance when it didn't budge.

Locked.

With a sigh, the man pulled out a lock pick from his pocket, shoving it into the lock hole and moved it around until the door slowly swung open. He stepped inside with a glance over his shoulder, stepping around the small puddle of blood on the ground.

After a few minutes of thorough searching, the man walked back to the front door, pulling his phone up to his ear.

"Sir? The house is empty. Styles and your son are no where in sight." He spoke, stepping over the puddle one more time, slowly shutting the door before locking it.

As the door was closing, the light caught onto the object on the ground that laid in the middle of the red puddle.

The white petals on the flower crown were now stained red, and the last of the light disappeared before leaving the house in darkness.

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I like to think I did foreshadowing at the end. Oh well.

I hope this chapter healed some of you readers. I kinda enjoyed peoples reactions in the last chapter. Quite funny.

SO LOUIS THOUGHT HARRY WAS DEAD, THOUGHTS?

THOUGHTS ON THE CHRISTIAN SNIPPET?

QOTC: Who is your favorite character on here?

AOTC: Well for me, other than Lou, its gotta be Niall.

STAY TUNED FOR NEXT CHAPTER