Vigilante | H.S.

47 | Security

2/2 of the double update, make sure to read chapter 46 first!!

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"What's up fuck nuggets?!" Louis' harsh accent echoed as the elevator doors pinged open.

"Fuck nuggets?" I questioned, laughing, and looking down at Harry.

He chuckled under his breath, shrugging at Louis' strange greeting.

We were laying on his couch, I had finished stitching him up and the first aid kit had been put away a few hours ago. We had something to eat for lunch, kissed for a while and then watched a movie.

He had smoked a lot today, I hadn't seen him smoke a cigarette in a while and it made me wonder if it was something he did when he was stressed.

But that didn't add up, since when I first met him he was smoking constantly. Surely he couldn't have been stressed all the time, and if he was, how and when did the stress suddenly disappear?

The Notebook was playing on his Tv and I still never understood his obsession with it, but I thought it was cute how much he loved it, so I pretended like I was paying attention to it, while I was actually just sitting with my eyes on him the whole time.

He was laying on me. Even though he told me a hundred times that he wanted me to lay on him, I refused. I wasn't going to lay on him when I was fully aware of the two gunshots on his body.

His head was between my legs, on my stomach and my legs were over his shoulders, his hands on my claves.

I was playing with his hair that was spread across my stomach, I had taken it out of the bun it was in, and I was braiding it, then taking it out, and then braiding it again.

I kept trying to piece together everything that I had been told so far. Harry found people who didn't want to be found. The only thing I could think of was a private investigator or sorts, but based on his reaction when I asked him that, I was very wrong.

I heard the footsteps and muffled voices of Zayn and Louis walking through the apartment, getting louder until I could see them both walking up towards the couch in his living room where we were laying.

"Vas happenin" Zayn called out upon entering the living room and I grinned at his statement, he literally said it every time he entered a room.

"Aww look at Hazzy bear... all snuggled up with his lady" Louis teased, standing at the back of the couch and grinning down at us.

Hazzy bear? His lady?

I like it.

I felt Harrys hands tense on my legs, he snapped his head away from the movie to glare at Louis. "And?"

"I don't blame you for being obsessed" Louis said, before cupping his hands at his chest. "Perfect tits"

"Louis!" I scolded him, laughing.

Harry tensed his hands on my legs and I could tell he was desperate to stand up and punch Louis in the jaw.

"I would know" Louis grinned, referring to the first night I met them and he had his face stuffed between my boobs.

"Louis I'm seriously about to punch you if you don't shut the fuck up" Harry raised his voice, sounding even more pissed off.

I started playing with his hair again, seeing that it calmed him down a bit and stopped him from going on a murderous rampage at Louis.

Louis snickered to himself, seeming pleased that he had already gotten a reaction out of Harry. "Never thought I'd see the day when Harold himself was cuddled up with a cupcake in human form"