Invaded || Larry

10. Care

Louis sighed, watching Harry continue to tug of his wedged foot. "Give me one good reason why I should help you?"

Harry shrugged. "Um. I don't know.. I-"

"Alright then.."

Louis started walking away once again.

"No! No!" Harry yelled. "Please come
back!"

Louis turned back around. "Well?"

"Um.." Harry pondered in his mind. "Because.. you.. care about me?"

"Ha!" Louis honked. "What would possibly give you that impression!"

"Well.." He paused. "You get uncomfortable when I cry."

"Because it's annoying.." Louis folded his arms.

"Is that why you had to leave the room?" Harry cocked his head. "Cause it was so annoying?"

Louis hesitated. "That's exactly why."

Harry sighed, looking down at his bloody ankle. The pain was beginning to turn into a tingling numbness.

"Louis.. please..I-"

Harry stopped himself when he realized he had just said his name.

Louis' eyes widened, an angry snarl formed on his face. "Did you just say my name?"

Harry watched him approach. "I'm sorry, I-"

"You don't ever say my name!" Louis yelled, stomping in front of him. "You don't know my name! Remember?"

"You're right, I don't!" Harry held his face in his hands. "Oh God.."

Louis crouched down to where Harry was, causing him to clench his body in fear.

Suddenly Harry felt one of the rocks being removed from his foot, allowing him to move freely once again.

Harry lifted his face from his hands, looking up at the criminal holding the large rock in his hands.

"Now get up!" Louis shouted, slamming the rock on the gravel beside him.

Harry nodded, slowly lifting his body from the ground.

Harry started limping back toward the house. He began to slow down when he felt a gun press against his back once again.

"Walk." Louis groaned.

"My foot.." Harry's limp was severe. "It hurts so bad."

"I don't care." Louis shoved him forward. "Go!"

They finally approached the front of the house, walking inside.

Louis motioned for Harry to sit down once again.

"Sit."

They sat in silence before Louis raised his gun toward Harry, causing him to gasp.

"Let me see your ankle." Louis demanded.

Harry slowly lifted his foot on the coffee table, revealing a bruised and bloody mess.

"Hmm." Louis examined it. "It looks pretty fucked up."

"It hurts.." Harry whimpered. "Really bad."

"Well.." Louis shrugged. "You deserve it for trying to escape."

Harry looked down at it, wincing in pain. "Nobody deserves this!"

Louis saw tears streaming down Harry's face as he clutched his swollen ankle.

Why did he feel bad?

"Ugh.." Louis stood up. "Don't move! I'll be back."

He ran into the kitchen, leaving Harry alone for a few seconds.

Louis finally returned, holding a frozen bag of peas.

"Here.." Louis muttered. "Let me see it."

Harry straightened his leg out completely, laying his foot on the coffee table. He lifted his jeans up, exposing the swollen ankle.

"This should help.." Louis rolled his eyes as he laid the bag of peas on his ankle.

"Ouch!" Harry yelped."It's so cold!"

"Don't be such a baby.." Louis readjusted it.

Harry looked up at the criminal, making eye contact with him.

"Don't look at me like that.." Louis groaned. "I don't care about you."

"I know.." Harry nodded, watching him gently lay the bag of peas on his ankle.