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Harry and Louis were cuddling in their bed. Louis was half asleep and Harry was tracing patterns on his chest and it had been a long day in general. Louis was finally drifting to sleep when Harry started making whining noises. Louis snapped his eyes open, sitting up, and looking at Harry. He had his eyes squeezed shut and was gripping his side, looking in absolute pain. Louis hovered over him, patting his cheek.
"Hey Haz, are you okay? Can you tell me what's wrong?" Louis asked. Harry kept groaning. "Harry please, you're scaring me." Louis pleaded. Harry grabbed Louis's shirt, pulling him closer.
"Lou," he started. "You- you stabbed me with the dagger."