I'm in Love With A Criminal

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A few minutes pass, mostly of Harry trying to calm himself down, before he made his way back to the bedroom. When he opened the door, he saw Louis climbing under the sheets of the bed in Harry's clothes. They were practically drowning him.

Harry made his way to the bed and gently laid down next to him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Louis shook his head. "There's nothing to talk about."

Harry frowned and turned to face him. "I don't like it."

Louis followed Harry and turned onto his side. "Why are you being so nice?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Louis laughed and rolled his eyes. "You're suppose to be scary and mean. You're suppose to lock me in a room and torture me, or whatever you do to victims. You're not suppose to put me in your clothes, make sure I'm fine, and stuff."

"Well, maybe I don't want to hurt you," Harry said.

Louis huffed and turned back onto his back. Harry took a second before also moving onto his back, the two of them staring at the ceiling. "I really didn't want to kidnap you. I met, and I wanted to be friends. When it was time to go, I was stupidly hoping you wouldn't freak out when I revealed myself. When you screamed, Liam and I couldn't get caught, so we had no choice but to take you."

"But that's so stupid!" Louis groaned. "If I screamed, you could've just jumped into your car and sped off."

"But then, we would've been caught and followed here," Harry exclaims. "I couldn't take any chances."

Louis shook his head and turned around so his back was facing him. He buried himself under the blankets, so it went up to his jaw. "Thank you for being nice, at least."

Harry nodded even though Louis couldn't see him. He didn't exactly know what to say. What could he say? He couldn't lie again and say he'll be home soon, because deep down he knew he wouldn't.

He was happy Louis wasn't petrified, but he was still scared around him and Liam. He figured the caramel haired boy was very slowly warming up to him, but again, their little situation made it feel impossible for them to be even acquaintances.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't. He was lost of words. So with a heavy sigh, he got up from the bed and left the room without another room.

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Louis woke up to, once again, an empty bed. There were the same blankets scattered on the couch across the room. Dusty had come in and stolen a spot next to Louis, purring loudly as he stroked her head.

He stood up and stretched before making his way to the kitchen. When he got there, he saw the boys scattered across the room. Liam was washing dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, Niall was sitting at the counter on his phone, and Zayn was once again cooking something. He was about to leave and go back to the room, when an Irish voice stopped him. "Louis! Good morning!"

Louis sighed and turned back around with a forced smile. "Morning."

He crept into the kitchen more and took a spot by Niall, who was smiling brightly. "What do you want to do today?"

"I don't know," Louis sighed. "What can I do? Cry? Cause I'm up for it."

Niall chuckled and shook his head. "We have board games, TV, Youtube, we can go outside-OOH! We can play tag or even hide and seek-"

"As much as I would absolutely love to do that," Louis starts sarcastically. "I think I'll just stay downstairs."

"Oh no you're not," Zayn said.

He turned around to face them, and Louis instantly noticed his yellow, floral apron that said "number one mom". Zayn noticed Louis' eyes staring at it and laughed. "Niall got it for my birthday," Zayn said. "I loved it, so I kept it."

"You're the best, mom," Niall joked.

Louis chuckled and turned back to Zayn. "Why can't I stay downstairs?"

"I don't want you staying in there when there's plenty of stuff to do with us," Zayn leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "It's a beautiful day, why don't we go outside and do something?"

"Jesus Christ, you actually sound like my mom," Louis groaned.

Niall let out a hard laugh as Zayn turned back around to take off the French Toast. Louis heard Liam scoff from his spot by the sink, and he turned to face him.

"Is everything alright over there?"

Liam lifted his and nodded, rolling his eyes. "Everything's peachy."

"C'mon, dad. Lighten up," Niall joked before he turned to face Louis. "I got Liam a 'number one dad' mug for his birthday."

"My God, what did you get Harry?"

"Nothing yet, his birthday's in February," Niall said. His straight smile soon moved up to a smirk. "Maybe I'll get a 'number one daddy' mug."

Zayn snorted as he dropped his French Toast back onto his place. "Leave that job for Louis. Find a different gift for him, Ni."

Louis went red and widened his eyes, turning to him as Niall let out a cackle. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing," Niall shook his head. "We've just been joking about how Harry just may turn into your daddy, or something."

Louis squinted his eyes in confusion. "Why?" Then it dawned on him what they meant. He widened his eyes once again and gagged. "Ew! No! That's not happening."

"You don't know that, Lou-Lou," Zayn said as he brought over the huge stack of food. "You're saying that now, but tomorrow he may be bending you over the counter."

Louis gasped and hid his red face. Niall cackled as Louis groaned loudly. "For the love of God, no. Th-that's just disgusting."

"What, sex?" Zayn teased. "It's a normal part of life."

"No it's not," Louis groaned. "That daddy kink is just weird. Who wants to fuck their dad- EW"

Niall continued laughing, holding onto his stomach, as Louis shook the thought away in disgust. He always hated the daddy kink. It was weird, and a turn off for him.

Niall patted his back as he calmed down from his laughing fit. "We're just joking. But Harry would probably find it hot if you called him daddy."

Zayn opened his mouth, but was quickly interrupted by Liam. "Zayn, I need to talk to you." Zayn eyed him with curiosity before they left the room, leaving Louis and Niall alone.

"Ok, while they're sucking each other's dicks what do you want to do?" Niall asked.

Louis shrugged. "Where's Harry?"

He noticed Niall get really tense and move around in his seat. "He has work."

Louis, confused at first, nodded before stealing some French Toast. But then it hit him, what Harry's "job" was. Suddenly, he felt like throwing up.

And so he did.

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A/N- wow that chapter was boring as hell😃 I'm so sorry