I'm in Love With A Criminal

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Harry and Liam walks inside to see Niall helping Louis put on Harry's sweatshirt. Niall was laughing as Louis struggled to find the arm sleeve. He was practically swimming in the huge sweatshirt.

Harry smiled with fond as Louis finally stuck his head out, his face beat red from embarrassment. Niall continued to cackle as he watched Louis continue to struggle while putting on Harry's clothing.

"You're so small," Niall said.

Louis furred his eyebrows and smacked Niall's arm. "No, I'm not. I'm in fact 5'9."

"5'9 my ass," Niall laughed. "I'm 5'9, and you're so much shorter than me. You're like 5'4."

Louis pouted and crossed his arms. Harry chuckled and walked over. When he noticed his presence, Louis blushed and went to take off the sweatshirt. "Keep in on," Harry ordered. "I like it on you." Louis nodded submissively and turned to follow Niall to the kitchen.

"Sorry, H. I should've asked if he could put it on," Niall said. "But he was cold and the sweatshirt was just laying on the couch, so I thought he could use it."

"Nah, it's alright," Harry said as they reached the kitchen to see Zayn setting some pancake batter on the stove. "I don't want him getting a cold."

Harry watched as Louis struggled to climb onto a stool. He fought the urge to walk over and help him up, and eventually won his mini mental battle. Louis eventually got on, with a deep sigh, and kicked his tiny feet back and forth.

Liam caught Harry fonding and hit his arm. Harry turned around with a frown, and Liam narrowed his eyes in a way of reminding him not to get attached to the boy. Harry rolled his eyes and sat on the stool next to Louis.

"How are you, sunshine?"

Louis went red at the nickname. He hasn't dated many boys, and the ones he have he wouldn't really count as real boyfriends. And none of them ever gave him pet names, so this felt very strange. He didn't quite know what emotion he felt. "I-I'm alright. Kind of a-anxious. F-for obvious re-reasons."

Louis mentally cursed himself for stuttering. Harry felt his heart burst at the boys' shyness, but also because he was scared. Harry truly didn't want Louis to be uncomfortable and scared. That's the last thing he wants.

"You're going to have to stay here for awhile. 'M sorry, but we can't risk anything bad happening to any of us here," Harry said. "I promise, you'll be safe here. I would never hurt you, and I'll make sure certain people don't hurt you."

Harry lifted his glare from Louis to Liam, who shuttered at Harry's dark, evil glare. But as soon as he turned back to the boy, his glare softened.

"I don't trust you," Louis mumbled. He dropped his head to glare at the counter as he twiddled his fingers.

Niall chimed into the conversation. "If it makes you feel any better, usually Harry kills people right on the spot. You're lucky to be alive still."

Louis' head flew up. His eyes already started to form tears as he moved them back and forth from Harry to Niall in a state of panic. It was Niall's turn to receive the glare from Harry. The glare sent shivers down his spine as he looked back down to his phone.

Zayn snorted from his spot by the stove. "And to think, I was going to be a doctor," he mumbled to himself. "I don't wanna be a part of this."

Niall chuckled, before Harry snapped his fingers at them. They stopped laughing and hid their smiles as Harry turned to face Louis. He carefully placed a hand on his back and rubbed it gently. "I promise you with every thing I have, I won't do anything. We'll get you home, perfectly safe and unharmed, as soon as we can. We just have to think of a way to-"