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Okay, this is an AU prompt from Larryaf_since232010 . It's pretty bad, so don't anyone ask me to write another AU :). As you can see from this one, I'm apparently terrible at it. Basically, there're two gangs, and Grimmy's gang kidnaps them and they hurt Louis, and he has to be saved.
"Hey honey, where've you been?" Louis asked his boyfriend, Harry, as he walked in the door. It was 11pm and he had left the house without even telling him, having been gone for almost an hour. It was something Harry had been doing quite a lot lately and it was getting annoying.
"Oh, just getting some fresh air. Decided to go out on a walk," Harry answered, hanging up his jacket on the coat rack.
The truth was, Harry had been on a walk, yes. However, he was delivering drugs to a couple men that night, and in return, gained a good chunk of cash. Harry was secretly in a gang with his and Louis's other buddies Niall and Liam, but it was something he kept secret from Louis. Harry just didn't want Louis to be involved. It was much too dangerous. Louis was tiny and weak, and Harry wanted to protect his love, but at the same time, get some much needed money.
"Isn't it kind of late for that, Haz?" Louis asked from the couch.
Harry kissed him on the cheek. "I don't know. I just felt like it, I guess." Was Louis finally onto him?
"Well, next time you feel like it, you could at least ask me if I wanted to go, too, you know," Louis said, annoyed.
Harry mentally breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Louis wasn't seeing through his lies.
"Fair enough," Harry said. He hoped Louis would drop the subject. He couldn't afford to let Louis discover his other life. He would never approve. "Come on, babe. I think it's time for bed, yeah?"
Louis nodded and followed Harry up the stairs where they prepared for bed.
This wasn't the kind of life that Harry planned for. Harry and his gang had all dropped out of college and could only get jobs at fast food joints. Harry knew they'd never make it in life with the amount of money they were making. They lived in the crappiest neighborhood where sounds of police sirens put them to sleep almost every night. Harry had to do something about it, had to make something of themselves.
The next day, Harry and Louis went to work and returned several hours later, completely worn out as usual.
"How was your day, love?" Harry yelled out to Louis as he was cooking dinner. Louis got home an hour after Harry since their work schedules differed.
"It was alright. It smells really good in here," Louis said, entering the kitchen and eying his beautiful boyfriend slaving over a hot stove. "What're you making?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.
"It's a new recipe. Hope you'll like it," Harry said, stopping stirring the pot to give his boyfriend a kiss.
"I bet it will be delicious, babe," Louis said with a grin, giving Harry's bum a little squeeze.
Harry jump slightly at the unexpected touch and Louis just let out a little laugh.
"I'll go set the table," Louis said, unwrapping his arms from Harry to go get out a couple plates from the cupboard.
The two ate their dinner happily, just glad to be in each other's company. They had been dating for two years, but it still felt like it was just the beginning.
"Got dessert, too!" Happy announced giddily. He left to bring back a plate full of chocolate brownies.
"Brownies? Oh, looks so good, Haz." Louis picked up a brownie and began feeding it to Harry, wiping away a melted chocolate chip from Harry's lip with a finger.
It was times like these that Harry felt bad for lying to Louis. He was so cute and so innocent, always believing whatever lie Harry dished out to him next. When Louis asked how they had enough money to buy some of the things they did, Harry just told him it was because he had been getting raises at work for being an extra hard worker and that his boss seems to really like him. He couldn't tell him he was drug dealing. Louis would stop that pretty fast and would be worried about Harry getting hurt.
And that wouldn't be a needless worry. There was another opposing gang with Nick in the lead. Nick and his team were tough and merciless. They had been formed much longer than Harry and his boys and they weren't someone you should mess with. But they had something that Harry's gang envied.
Business.
They had much more business on their territory, making triple the amount of money than Harry's gang. Sometimes Harry's members did business on their enemy's grounds so they could intercept at the last moment. They were caught once by Nick and as they ran away for their life, Nick screamed out at them in the night, "I'm warning you! Stay away!"
That evening, while Harry and Louis slept, Harry got a phone call late in the night from Niall. What in the world was he doing calling him at such a late hour?
Harry groaned. "Hello?" he said, groggily.
"Harry! Oh my gosh, Harry!" Niall cried into the phone. He sounded panicked.
Harry looked at Louis who was still sleeping and quickly got out of bed and made his way downstairs so he could talk more freely. "Niall, what's wrong? Calm down," Harry said quietly, hoping he wouldn't wake up Louis.
"I did something so stupid Harry. So, so stupid. It's Nick."
Oh, no, what did he do now?
"What happened, Niall?" Harry asked, his voice rigid and more stern now.
"I went on Nick's grounds. I was sick and tired of not making enough sales, and word on the street was that there was a lot of business going down tonight over there, and I-I," Niall stopped, afraid of what Harry might say.
"You what, Niall? Did you go over there?" Harry almost shouted at the stupid boy.
"Yeah. I went down there and saw some guys and they were on their way to see Nick for some drugs, but I thought I'd beat him to it. Once I made it over there, I spotted Nick, and he was staring at me with an angry look in his eyes. I froze. I was so scared, so I ran away. And then I called you."
"You mean to tell me that Nick saw you there! Do you realize how much trouble we all are in now?"
Niall was silent, trembling, and almost in tears on the other end.
"Do you get that?" Harry shouted again in anger when Niall wasn't responding.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I know it was dumb of me, but I can't take it back. I don't know what to do," Niall said.
Harry could hear Niall's voice and how it was shaky and scared. He knew he was upset, and yelling at him wouldn't help things.
"Okay, just calm down. We can't fix what happened. Just lock your doors and we'll just hope he doesn't come after us. There's nothing we really can do except to not cross paths with them again," Harry said, trying hard to not let Niall hear his own voice shake.
Harry went back to bed, trying to fall back asleep, but he was worried. There was no telling what Nick and his gang would do to them. They were already miffed at them for having crossed their paths before, and Niall, having did what he did probably angered him to the point of retaliation. They would have to be very careful from now on.
After an uneasy sleep, Harry returned to work. The whole day he couldn't stop thinking about the other gang and if they were safe or not from them. As long as Louis was kept safe and still clueless as to what was going on, Harry felt okay.
"Harry," a co-worker said to a dazed Harry. "Harry, I know you're in there," he said, waving a hand in front of Harry's face.
Harry finally snapped out of it. "Oh, sorry. Kinda spaced out a sec."
"That table over there needs cleaning up. You might wanna wake up. You don't want the boss-man on your tail," the co-worker said.
"Right. Sorry. I'm on it," Harry said, grabbing a rag and some cleaning solution to go clean up one of the booths. Harry looked at his watch and realized that he only had a few more minutes before he could clock out and go home. Once he was done cleaning up, he did just that. He could finally go home.
Harry got into his beaten up, ugly car and made his way home. He pulled into the driveway and noticed there was something weird about the front window of the house. He exited the car and walked up to the front porch and gasped. There was a huge hole in the window, as if an intruder had thrown a rock or some heavy object, shattering it.
His first thought was of Louis. He sometimes made it home from work before he did, depending on their changing work schedules, and today would've been that kind of day. His heart sped up and his hands began to shake, although he managed to get the house key into the door to unlock it, but only after several failed attempts.
He banged the door open, thinking the worst. He figured Nick had broken the window or at least someone from his gang.
Upon entry, his jaw fell open. Blankets and pillows from the couch were thrown astray, a mug was laying shattered on the kitchen floor, and a chair was turned upside down next to the table. The house was a mess, a sure sign of a struggle.
"Louis!" Harry called from the top of his lungs. "Louis! Where are you? Can you hear me?" As brave as Harry was, he felt hot tears escape his eyes. If something happened to Louis, he didn't know what to do. He could never forgive himself.
He pulled out his phone to call Niall, but as he began to dial his number, the phone rang.
Harry put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?" he said shakily.
"Looking for someone?" the voice on the other end said with a snarl.
"Who is this?" Harry yelled, full of anger and pain.
"I've got your precious boyfriend. If you want to see him again, meet me in the old ruins behind the alley. Bring Liam and Niall. Oh, and if you're not here in five minutes, we're gonna hurt him."
Click.
Harry knew it was Nick. This was all his fault. He was running on pure adrenaline now, his hands shaking as he called up both boys and told them the news and that he would be picking them up. He couldn't get there fast enough.
**
When Louis came to, he discovered that his hands were tied around his back and a gag was stuffed in his mouth. He was lying on something really hard and uncomfortable. He opened his eyes, breathing heavily from fear. Then he remembered that he was dragged out of his home after some intruders had broken in. He was hit on the head until the black spots overcame him and he passed out.
"Well, well, well. It looks like Harry's boyfriend over here is finally waking up," Nick said. He was standing there with his three other mates, waiting for Louis to regain consciousness as they waited on Harry to arrive.
"Gary, take out his gag," he told the burly man next to him. "Just don't let him scream or it's going right back in."
Gary leaned down over Louis and took the rag out of Louis's mouth.
"Tell us, what's your name boy?" Nick asked, folding his arms across his chest.
Louis spat at the man's feet, but it didn't faze Nick.
"Gary?" Nick said, snapping his fingers.
Like an obedient little puppy, Garry pulled back his foot to slam it into Louis's stomach and then took another swing to his knee. Louis let out a grunt at the impact.
"I asked you a question, boy, or would you rather us beat the tar out of you instead?" Nick said.
It looked like he had no other option than to listen to him. "Louis," he told them through clenched teeth. "Who are you?"
Gary bent down again, causing Louis to flinch, but instead of attacking him again, he was picking him up and setting him on a wooden chair.
"You really don't know?" Nick said, laughing. "Looks like Harry's been keeping some things from you."
Louis began struggling in his seat, trying to get his hands out of the itchy bindings that held them together.
"I wouldn't struggle if I were you. You'll just make things worse," Nick said. Nick stopped to look at his watch. Three minutes had already gone by and Harry's gang still was not here. "Well, look at the time. The boys will be late, I'm afraid. David?"
David turned his gaze to his leader. "Sir?"
"I want Harry to know how we mean business. Start with the knife. You know the drill," Nick said, eyeing the long, sharp knife hanging from David's pocket.
"Yes sir!" David said with pride. He liked how Nick gave him the most important tasks. It made him feel like he was useful and could make Nick proud. David drew the knife and walked over to a wide-eyed Louis. "Don't worry, boy. This will only sting for a bit."
Louis drew in a breath. "No, don't!" he squirmed.
The men ignored his pleas as David went behind him where he could reach his arms. He felt the knife touch his skin. David dragged the blade across Louis's forearm, inducing a hot, burning pain. "Ah!! Stop it!" Louis cried out.
"Oh, does the little scared boy not like it?" David taunted, lifting up the knife so Louis could clearly see his blood on the blade. The sight of it nearly made him faint.
"What do you want from me? I don't even know you!" Louis said with a quivering voice.
Nick laughed again. "Your pretty little boyfriend, Harry, is in a gang, a lot like ours. Bet you didn't know that, did you?"
"You're lying!" Louis shouted, surprising even himself at his outspokenness.
Apparently talking out was not allowed. His face was jerked sideways suddenly when David's hand reached out and slapped him across the cheek. It stung.
"Don't talk back to your betters, now, you hear?" David said.
"Yeah," Gary added. "Just do as your told if you want to live."
"Oh, look at the time. Your Harry is two minutes late. Maybe we need to call them. Let's do that right now, shall we?" Nick said, pulling out his phone and dialing Harry's number.
The phone rang and was picked up on the second ring.
"You're late," Nick said to a panicked Harry. "And do you know what happens to people like your little Louis when people are late?"
"No, just don't hurt him!" Harry shouted through the phone, loud enough that even Louis and the others could hear.
"Oh, you're a little late for that, I'm afraid. But let me show you how it feels for him when we inflict pain. David, will you do us the honors once more?"
David nodded and proceeded to place the knife above Louis's other arm. Louis squirmed madly in the chair, yelling for them to let him go.
"Please don't hurt him! We're almost there!" Harry pleaded as he heard Louis's cries through his phone. He picked up the pace even faster now, driving way over the speed limit.
The men didn't listen to Harry.
Nick placed his cell phone in front of Louis's face so Harry could hear him nice and clearly as he shouted in pain as David, once again, dragged the knife through Louis's skin, causing red droplets of blood to pour from his arm. He applied even more pressure than last time, causing Louis to scream out even louder.
Louis hoped Harry would get there soon because he didn't know how much longer he would last. Both of his arms were losing lots of blood with every minute that passed, and his cheek still stung from when he was slapped. He didn't want to know what else was in store for him if Harry didn't arrive soon.
"Louis, how much does Harry love you because he's obviously not here, yet? I would seriously reconsider your whole relationship if I were you," Nick said with a smirk.
The door was then thrown open as Harry, Niall, and Liam stepped inside.
"Oh, yeah? Well he's not you! We're here, now let him go!" Harry demanded, his eyes fixed on Nick, staring him down with pure hatred. Then he looked over at Louis and his heart dropped from his chest. He looked pale, his arms were both bleeding terribly, and blood was running down his arms all the way to his wrists. He also had a bright red mark on the left side of his cheek.
"Louis!" Harry yelled, running towards his boyfriend.
Nick held out a hand, blocking him from getting any farther. "Uh, uh, uh. Louis's here for one reason. And do you know what that reason is?" Nick asked, looking in Niall's direction.
All three boys looked down at the ground.
"You boys have been dealing on our turf, and we warned you!" Nick shouted, calling over Dave and Gary with a wave of his hands. "Get them boys!"
Nick and his gang ran full force in attack mode. Nick ran to Harry, about to swing at his face, but Harry was able to dodge it. Harry and his boys knew nothing about fighting, not like these guys did. They were intimidating. Harry and his gang had been in a few scuffles in grade school before, but nothing like this.
Harry ran over to Louis and tried dodging Nick's blows at the same time, but it wasn't working. A fist connected to Harry's eye, which made him fall over to the ground. His face stung badly. From there, Nick kicked him while he was down, sending shocks of pain all over his body.
"How many times-" Nick said, his lip clenched in anger, kicking Harry in the side. "do we have to tell you," a kick in the shins. "To stay away!" he yelled, kicking Harry this time in the chest.
Harry grunted with each kick, trying to desperately get up, but Nick was faster. Harry managed to get to his knees and threw in a punch at Nick and got him in the stomach, but it was like he was made out of metal. It didn't affect him in the least. Instead, Harry was rewarded by another punch to the face, causing his nose to bleed.
Harry wiped his nose with his sleeve and went in for a kick to Nick's groin. Nobody messes with Harry. Harry's kick sent Nick sprawling down the pavement, giving the boy a way to escape. Harry managed to make it to Louis before Nick recovered. He pulled out a pocketknife and sawed through the bindings on Louis's wrists.
Louis was almost lifeless after having lost so much blood.
Harry grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Louis, wake up! Are you okay?"
Louis slowly raised his head to look at the curly-haired lad. "I don't know. I'm feeling kinda faint." Harry didn't even have time to react to help Louis when he heard someone shout his name.
"Harry, look out!" Liam yelled as he was fighting off Gary from across the room. Niall wasn't having much luck, either, as David was kicking him hard while he lay sprawled out on the ground.
Harry turned as Nick hit him in the head with a large rock, knocking him out cold.
Nick picked up a limp Harry and sat him in a chair next to Louis, tying his hands up behind his back. Then he went to Louis and retied the rope around his hands as well. Louis didn't fight it. He was almost out of it.
Two down, two more to go, thought Nick.
Nick turned to his men who were still fighting each other, Liam and Niall losing badly.
"Okay, boys. Tie them up," Nick ordered.
Niall was holding his shoulder and walked with a limp. Liam had blood running down the side of his face, a cut lip, and was also favoring one leg. They were ordered to sit in the other chairs next to Louis and Harry.
"You know, boys, I didn't really want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice," Nick said, grabbing something from behind his back. It was a gun.
"You can't kill us! Please just leave us alone!" Niall shouted, fear coursing through his battered body.
"Oh, you of all people should talk! It was you I saw dealing on our grounds. I think you should go first," Nick said, stepping closer to him.
Louis was going in and out of consciousness, causing Harry to worry, and now Niall was about to die. He had to do something.
"Nick, please. He wasn't thinking. We'll leave you guys alone if you'll just let us go," Harry pleaded.
Nick paused like he was thinking. "No, I think it'd serve us better if you boys were just wiped out of existence. Any last words, Niall?" he said, pointing the gun straight at his forehead.
Niall gasped, his face frozen in fear. He heard a shot ring out and waited for death.
"Hands up in the air where we can see them!" People in uniform came rushing into the room, aiming their guns at Nick. Nick and his buddies immediately put their hands in the air as the officers surrounded them.
Once the gun was dropped, other men came and loosened their bonds, freeing Harry, Louis, Liam, and Niall. It all happened so quickly. They were rushed into an ambulance and taken to a hospital where they were treated from their wounds.
Harry had bruises all over his body and a big noticeable bruise covering his left eye. When he was done being examined, he asked to be taken to see Louis. When Harry arrived in his room, he saw Louis sitting in bed, hooked up to an IV. Louis gave Harry a faint smile.
"Come on in. I'm Dr. Wallace," he said, shaking Harry's hand. "We're just giving him some blood intraveneously to replace the amount that was lost. Any much more than this and we would've run into some problems. He was pretty lucky," the doctor said, writing something down on a clipboard. "We'll need to keep him overnight, but he should be fine to leave in the morning if he continues to improve." And then he left the two of them alone.
"How are you, love?" Harry asked, taking in Louis's injuries. His arms were wrapped in white bandages and his face was pale. He took Louis's hands in his.
"I'm doing okay," Louis said weakly. "But you've got some explaining to do."
Harry sighed quietly. He went over the whole story about them being in a gang and dealing drugs.
"But Harry, why did you hide this from me? You're not supposed to lie to your boyfriend!" Louis yelled, causing himself to shake.
"Louis, please calm down," Harry said, grabbing his shoulders gently. "You're in no shape to be getting upset. And I'm sorry. This is all my fault and I shouldn't have kept this from you."
"Then why did you?" Louis asked, slightly calmer this time.
"I was afraid you'd get mad and tell me not to do it, that I'd get hurt or something."
"And did you get hurt? Look what happened to us! We're both in the hospital. Do you still think this whole gang thing was a good idea?"
Harry looked away and sniffed, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to escape his eyes. "No. No, I don't," he whispered, taking Louis's hand in his again.
Louis traced a finger on Harry's blackened eye. "That looks pretty bad, babe. Does it hurt?"
"Don't worry about me, baby. You just need to concentrate on getting better. You know, when I heard you screaming on the phone, I wanted to take it all back. I couldn't stand that they were hurting you and I wasn't there to save you," Harry said, a tear falling down his cheek. He wiped it away with his hand and then remembered something. "Louis, what's weird is that the cops found us and saved us before Niall was shot. I don't know how it happened."
"It was me," Louis said calmly with a smirk.
"You?"
"Yeah, while Nick was fighting you, and right after you cut the ropes off me, I grabbed my phone and dialed 9-1-1. I wasn't able to say anything, but the GPS on the phone allowed them to know where we were."
Harry smiled. "Well, look at you. You saved the day!" He kissed Louis softly on the lips as Louis smiled.
"Hate to interrupt this love fest, but—" Niall began to say as he and Liam limped into their room. Liam was on crutches and Niall had a cane. Niall also was wearing a blue sling on his right arm.
"Oh, hey lads. How are you all doing?" Harry asked, getting up to greet them.
"We'll live," Liam answered. "I've got a sprained ankle and Niall's got a sprained shoulder. We're both a bit banged up, but we're just glad to be alive, you know?"
Harry let out a little chuckle. "I'm glad you're both okay."
"How's Louis?" Niall asked.
Harry explained that he'd be okay and would be released from the hospital sometime tomorrow.
"Good to hear it," Niall said. "Mind if we join you guys for a while?"
"Yeah, as long as Louis doesn't mind. It is, after all, his room," Harry said, grinning.
"Yeah, sure. I'd love the company," Louis answered.
The next morning, Louis was able to be released from the hospital and they found out from watching the news that Nick and his gang were sentenced to several years in jail, so they wouldn't be seeing them for a long while.
Harry and the rest quit their gang lifestyle and picked up another part-time job instead. It wasn't what they wanted, but at least they wouldn't be running from the law or putting their lives in danger.
But it was a good life. Harry still had his Louis, and for that, he would always be grateful.
Hope you liked it. I'm still working on everyone's other requests. I think they're gonna be really good, and I can't wait to get them out to you. Thanks again for all your great ideas. If I decide to do yours, I'll message you beforehand days before I publish to let you know. Comment, vote, and all that!
I'm going out of town for a week, so I may or may not update again until the end of next week. We'll see. :)