I know who my first call will be to
Writer: g0ldsfake on AO3 and BLOUBIRDSHONEY on Twitter
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Word Count: 31k
Summary: He wasn’t sure if it was the knocking that startled him, or if it was the loud thud outside his apartment’s door.
Louis looked up from the sketchbook in his lap, pencil stilling mid-stroke. The apartment was quiet, especially now that it’s past midnight, save for the low hum of his air conditioner. No one knocked at this hour—not unless something was wrong.
He rose slowly, heart ticking faster than the seconds on his clock, sock cladded foot padding carefully across the wooden floor.
Louis cracks the door open.And gasps.A man lay crumpled at his doorstep—broad shoulders, bloodied knuckles, suit jacket stained dark. His curls were matted to his forehead with sweat and grime. His breathing was shallow, wheezing. One eye was already swelling shut. His scent was almost rotten.
Even through the bruises, Louis recognized that face—Liam’s friend. The one with the sharp angles and eyes that always looked tired. The one who never spoke in elevators even when Louis smiled sweetly at him. The one who always left his scent lingering in the hallways every time he visited Liam.
“Harry?” He finally breathed out.
