Larry sick fics

AU Home invasion part 1

Louis is a PI working on a missing person's case that has spiraled out of control. When trouble eventually comes knocking, unfortunately, it will be Harry who will be the only one home...

Someone asked me to do an AU which i normally don't do but i honestly loved writing it, enjoy. It's also very long so i'm sorry in advance.

Louis let his head fall into his hands and rub harsh circles into his eyes. He could not believe this was happening. He should have seen it coming after weeks of more subtle hints telling him to drop this investigation. But random late night calls, and veiled sneers and threats at his local watering hole had seemed innocuous against the pictures spread out in front of him.

Pictures of him taken from a wide angle lens getting out of his car at his office, leaving a coffee shop, eating lunch on an outdoor patio, standing in front of Harry's bakery, and the worst one of all was of him with his arms around Harru on their apartment balcony. Harru holding his morning coffee, his head turned down, eyes closed, smiling (and Louis knew probably blushing) as he had whispered some particularly filthy things in his ear. Remembered how not long after this picture was taken Harry had turned around and pushed him back inside the apartment. That had been a very good Saturday morning.

It couldn't have been more than a week or two ago.

It had been fine when he had been the only one being threatened. And while only a few of the photos contained his husband, this threat was hitting too close to home. He hated that these people knew where he lived and he hated that they knew who Harry was.

Sitting in his office, the big picture window that looked out on the city from his second story view now felt much more open and unnerving in a way he ever could have imagined. He had started to love the noir essence he felt with the reflection of the red neon of the sign of the private detective agency he worked for reflected into his office during late nights. He had loved the inherent mysteriousness of it. Now, all he wanted to do was pull the blinds down and never look out there again.

He startled as he heard a knock at his door. Without waiting for an answer, Liam came in, as if he owned the place. Probably because he did.

"Hey, boss." Louis said as he came to sit at one of the empty chairs across from his desk.

Liam had started the Investigators years ago. Both of them coming from similar backgrounds. Both former cops who had entered the field because of their desire to help people, but then quickly becoming disillusioned by the petty politics and corruption that was so ingrained into the system that they were entering. Fight as much as you want, it felt as if you could either burn out trying to fix it or give in and allow yourself to become corrupted.

They had run into each other at the local cop bar as he had been drowning his sorrows into a glass of beer, trying to do the math of how he could still propose to Harry if he suddenly became the definition of a starving artist.

He must have seen the desperation on his face as he sat beside him and bought them another round of drinks. He told him of his trouble and he spoke about how he had just lost one of his best investigators if he wanted to try out the private sector.

That had been five years ago, and while being a PI was a lot of cheating husbands and wives, he had also gotten himself a reputation for tracking down missing persons. Especially with the help of his computer-whiz best friend, Zayn.

Missing persons cases was actually how he had ended up in this situation. A local small time gang had recently pushed into becoming a big time crime family by delving into the disgusting trade of human trafficking among other things.