Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 50

Well the TPWK music video is fantastic and I'm excited for the last LP show, but I'm not sure how to feel about Harry and Olivia...

Thoughts?

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I woke up to the sounds of a heated argument happening over the phone. I could tell it was still early and Louis's warmth was gone from the small bed, leaving me in it by myself. I groaned when I opened my eyes to a stream of sunlight flooding through the window, and had to blink several times before the small room came in to focus.

Louis was staring out the window, shirtless, with his hair ruffled, whisper-yelling at someone who was obviously Harry.

"Yeah-no, I know we fucked up H, but we can't just give up!"

He sounded upset, and I knew both his and Harry's sides of the argument made valid points. Harry was going to want the two of us to come home after the mission had gone awry, to make sure that we were both safe and neither of us were apprehended by the authorities or hurt by the cultish group if they found out it was us who killed their professor and stole their deadly powder. Louis, on the other hand recognized that there were lives at stake here other than our own and we couldn't just give up.

I sat up slowly, not wanting to interrupt his conversation, but I did wish I could settle him down. He was running one of his hands through his hair and his brows were pinched together in stress in his reflection off the glass. I had fallen asleep in my underwear and a tank top so my bare feet made no noise when I slipped out of bed, coming up behind him to wrap my arms around his warm torso.

I was grateful when he relaxed back into my arms, the tightness fading from his face, as he turned his head to look into my worried eyes.

Harry would always look out for Louis first since him and their aunt were his only family, but Louis was more reckless with his own life than Harry would be comfortable with. After their uncle had died and the bomb had gone off in New York, I knew risking Louis's life wasn't a risk Harry was willing to take. I was neutral ground here, I understood both of their points of view, and I hoped to God it would help me when I held my hand out to take the phone from Louis.

"Hey, Harry." I said lightly into the receiver, doing my best to deescalate the argument that had occurred.

"Kestrel?"

His voice seemed honestly surprised to hear me speaking since we didn't have much of a relationship. Most of what I knew about Harry, I had heard from Louis and Niall.

"Hey, so I think no one's going to be able to find that professor. You don't have to sign out of the building when you leave, you only have to sign in when you enter with the key card, so for all the students know he could have just left through a back exit since no security cameras would have seen him."

I took a breath in the middle of my speech, trying to sound convincing before I continued.

"I know it's risky that nothing shows him leaving the building, but that doesn't mean they have any reason to suspect we killed him. He's well hidden and he's not going to smell. I think we'll be safe if we continue, and if we're not, then I'll drag his ass back home." I proclaimed with confidence, listening to Harry chuckle on the other end of the line.

He seemed to have lightened up a little bit at my promise that I would keep Louis safe, knowing Louis wasn't left to his own impulsiveness.

"Alright," Harry consented shortly, "but if you're not done by the end of the week, you need to come home before they start suspecting you had something to do with his disappearance."