Speechless (Sequel to Breathless)

Niall and Liam are finally together, they finally can be the couple they want to be. They don't have to worry about Niall's insane uncle, or so they think. Little did they know someone very close to them is helping Niall's uncle. Will the boys see through their masks? Will Niall and Liam's love fail when Niall meets someone who seems to be better for him than Liam? Read and find out :)

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7. Moments

Here's a quick update. It's short but a lot happens during this. I will have the next chapter explain the events better so don't worry

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Chapter 7

REMINDER!!!
Liam is BOLD
Niall is Italic
Josh is BOTH

WARNING: swearing, a lot in the beginning…

-Zayn’s POV-

I haven’t seen or heard from Harry or Louis in two days. Normally I wouldn’t give a shit but they were supposed to go to the dance and they never showed up. Harry had made a big deal about how Louis had agreed to go to the dance, Louis doesn’t go to the school so Harry had to pull some strings with the staff and somehow managed to do so. This is why I am slightly worried about why he never showed up. This is why I am currently in the car and driving to Harry’s house. I pull down the familiar street going straight to Harry’s house. I pull into the driveway and park, get out of my car and walk up to the front door. I was about to knock when I heard a loud crash. I furrowed my eyebrows, that didn’t sound good…

“FUCKING DICK LICKING COCK SUCKING TITTY LICKER!!” Harry’s voice screams followed by another loud boom. My heart races, either he is trying to kill Louis or he is destroying his house. Either way I need to stop him before he does something he is going to regret. Well, he probably already has. I grabbed the door knob and was thankful to it being open. I flung the door open and ran into the house. I stood there in shock at the mess sprawled all over the house. Glass was everywhere, broken plates and cups littered the hardwood floor. I winced at the sight of their glass coffee table in the living room. I had a huge crack in it now, a piece of something wood laid across it. The wood looked like it had once belonged to their dinner table. If I didn’t know better I would have thought someone came in here and tried to kill both the boys who lived here. But from the sounds coming from Harry and Louis room I would say Harry himself did all of this.

“FUCKER! THINKS HE CAN JUST LEAVE LIKE THAT! WELL FUCK THIS SHIT I DON’T NEED A WHORE LIKE HIM!” Harry’s loud booming voice screams from their bedroom. Rough sex? Sadly no. I gulp and walk into their room, stepping over the glass and broken items that littered the nice floor. I pushed open the slightly ajar wood door and gaped at the sight of their room. The bed had feathers all over it, ripped up pillows and sheets were everywhere. Glass from a full length mirror spilled over onto the carpet. Hair products trailed around and went into their bathroom. I heard slamming and glass breaking coming from the small room. I hesitantly walked over to the door listening to Harry scream about, I’m assuming here, Louis.

“Fucker needs to know he can’t fuck with people. I hope he’s happy knowing he fucked me over. I gave that bastard everything, and what did I get? Jack Shit that’s what I got!” He shouted. I looked into the bathroom my eyes widened as Harry slammed his hand through the mirror connected to their medicine cabinet. He winced at the pain but roared with anger and threw a hairbrush at the glass shards still connected to the mirror. He looked up and into the small part of the mirror that still was there. His eyes widened, he spun around on the balls of his feet so he was looking at me. He glared at me before muttering to himself.

“Great that pricks too much of a pussy to get his shit so he sends Zayn. Well great! Good fucking riddance!” He bellows storming past me back into the destroyed room. I honestly have no idea what to do at this point. Harry is going insane, and I have no idea why. From what he’s saying in his rants I am getting Louis left. But why would he leave? He loves Harry more than he loves TOMs and he LOVES his TOMs more than I can even describe. I follow Harry back into the room and watch as he grabs clothes out of a dresser that somehow survived hurricane Harry. He pulled out all the clothes and threw them in a pile, I noticed more than half of them had stripes. They are Louis clothes.

“Here! If he wants anything else tell him he can get them himself. I am leaving.” He shouts throwing all the clothes at me. He stormed out of the room, I knew he didn’t leave because I could still hear things breaking in the house. I dropped the small amount of clothes I had managed to catch and rushed out into the kitchen. I have to calm him down, I don’t think he wants to destroy everything in his house. Once he realizes what he did I know he is going to hate himself for it too. He loves this house, it was his grandfathers. I found him in the kitchen grabbing a carton of milk out of the fridge angrily. He looked to the carton and shrugged before opening the lid and bringing it up to his lips. He gulped down the milk and slammed the carton back on the counter spilling some of it.

“Harry?” I ask trying to sound calm. He looked at me with a glare.

“What!?” He shouted. I winced at the shouting, I don’t think he is going to calm down very easily. I let out a sigh and tried to think of an easy way to get him to tell me what happened. I bit my bottom lip and looked him over. His arms were bleeding and had cuts running all across them, he must have cut them when he broke all the glass. I sighed and carefully walked over to the sink. I grabbed the dishtowel and ran some water over it. I looked over at him, he was watching me with a glare. I hesitantly reached out for his arm. He didn’t pull away, he allowed me to wipe up all the blood. He winced as I ran the towel over one of the deeper cuts. I looked it over, I’m pretty sure he’s going to need stitches.

“I think you need stitches Haz.” I say keeping my voice low and calm. I don’t want him exploding again. I’ve never seen him this angry. What on earth could Louis have done to piss him off so much?

“Can I take you to the hospital please?” I ask even though I will force him into my car even if I have to drag him by his hair. He nodded and walked past me to the front door. I followed him quickly trying to get to the car before him so I could unlock it. Once we were both in the car and on our way to the hospital Harry burst into tears. Okay, this boy needs to stop being so bipolar. I feel like he’s on his man period, one minute he’s furious breaking everything in sight. And now he’s crying and sobbing in my car.

“Harry? What happened? Why are you crying?” I ask glancing over at him before looking back onto the road. I don’t want to get us in an accident. We are already on our way to the hospital, that’s all we need. Harry spluttered trying to speak. I waited patiently for him to calm down enough to speak. Once he took a shaky breath he spoke.

“Louis has been using drugs. He came home high and I thought he was drunk but he wasn’t, I had a feeling something was up. He wasn’t acting like his usual drunk self. He was acting loopy and silly. I had to go to the store so I left him and when I came back he left a note saying he had to leave forever. That he d-d-doesn’t… h-he” But he burst into tears and couldn’t finish his sentence. I felt sympathy for the lad, I know what it’s like having to find out someone you care deeply for does drugs. Flashes of my stupid ex-girlfriend Sarah flood my mind. I shake my head and try to focus on the situation at hand. His arms are still bleeding heavily so I need to hurry and get him to the hospital.

“It’s going to be alright Harry, I’m sure he’ll come back. He l-”

“NO! HE DOESN’T! That’s why he left! He doesn’t love me! He said so in the note!” He shouted before sobbing into his hands once again. My heart ached for the lad, he was in so much pain. Both physical and emotional right now. I found myself getting mad towards Louis, he was the reading Harry was sobbing in my car with sliced up arms. He couldn’t have meant what he said, He loves Harry. He married him for Christ sake! Plus it was an illegal marriage. You don’t put that on the line when you don’t love someone. I didn’t know what to say, I don’t know what will make him feel better. I don’t think anything will, except Louis. I bit my lip and drove quickly to the hospital. We parked as close as we could to the emergency room and I rushed him inside. His arms were still bleeding, that’s never a good thing. A nurse looked up from her station and gasped. She hit some button on the table and four other nurses came rushing into the room. They took Harry and placed him on a rolling bed. He watched me with scared eyes as they rolled him into the back. One of the nurses eyed me up and down but must have decided to just let me follow them because they didn’t tell me to stop. They ran Harry into a small room where they leaned his bed back. Harry’s eyes widened as a doctor walked in with gloves on.

“What’s his name?” The doctor asked me.

“Harry Styles” I answer not looking away from the scared boy with curls. The doctor nodded to a nurse who began looking through a laptop. She must have found what she was looking for because she handed it to the doctor who nodded.

“If you are squeamish I suggest you leave.” The doctor said grabbing a needle and the material he needed for stitches. I sat down on a chair on the other side of the room. I don’t think I can actually watch him sew up Harry. Harry looked to me I gave him a small smile. They had Harry sewn up in no time. I was shocked at how fast they were.

“Okay, we need him to stay for a while just to check and make sure he doesn’t have any infections.” The doctor said to me. I nodded and wandered over to Harry. He had tears in his eyes. I don’t know if they are from the stitches or from the events of earlier but I reached over and grabbed his hand. I gave it a tight squeeze of reassurance. Harry sighed and turned his head away from me. I feel so bad for him, he looks so depressed and lost right now. Stupid Louis! Who does he think he is pulling a stunt like this? How could he think he could just leave without there being some form of pain left on the younger boy? He knows harry better than anyone, he of all people should know how he would react to this situation. I found myself looking out of the door, I heard the sound of people rushing around in a hurried manor. I had to do a double take at what I just saw. I could have sworn I saw the light brown fringe of a certain Doncaster boy. I looked down at Harry, he wasn’t even paying attention to what I was doing. I slipped out of the room and looked around. Sure enough the horror before me was true. I rushed over to him and felt tears brim my eyes at the sight. Louis was shirtless on the bed, he had large amounts of tape and gauze covering his stomach. His face was deathly pale, I couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. One of the nurses looked up at me in shock.

“Do you know this boy?” She asks as she began taking some of the tape off his wound.

“Yes, he’s one of my best mates.” I tell her. Her face drops. That’s not a good sign.

“I’m sorry darling, Louis Tomlinson was shot.”

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Is that a cliffhanger ? oops.. ;) SO yeah.. sadness... what's your predictions? How do you think Louis got into this mess? How's Harry going to take this? Oh and I had fun writing Harry's tempter tantrum haha

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