Can you shut up for once

2. White fences and violet bushes

"Are you fucking serious Niall?"

Liam had a shocked look on his face. Everyone was standing about 10 meters away from the giant mansion, but instead of being dark and left-alone, it was full of young people who were drinking, puking, and dancing.

"I'm so so so sorry! I didn't know that some rich bastard was having a posh-party with wine and champagne!"

Zayn ruffled his hair in frustration and after Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance, he grabbed Niall's shoulders to cheer him up.

"Listen, it's not your fault Ni and it's not the end of the world. We can still get something out of there and maybe we can even disappear in the mass."

Harry's pep talk seemed to lift the mood a little bit and Liam started to sneak up to the mansion hoping everybody else would follow. Liam's mind seemed to go through every single possibility to create a suitable plan like he always did.

"Ok, when we enter through the backdoor in the garden, we might seem less suspicious if somebody sees us. Take the easy stuff you can fit into your pockets, like cash, diamonds, or jewelry in general."

Again, Harry had to roll his eyes, maybe someday they would get stuck at the top of his head.

"Fuck off Li, it's not the first time we do this."

When the boys climbed over the white fence they hid behind violet bushes of hydrangeas. The garden was filled with rich, privileged students who were consuming alcohol and weed, but one thing stood out. There was a small circle of people on the right side of the terrace, who were surrounding three or four boys, that were fighting and wrestling. Harry smirked at the group of idiots.

"Best timing, huh?"

Liam gave Harry a quick nod with a knowing smile on his face.

"Let's split up, it's going to be less attention-grabbing"

So they did and they mingled with the crowd in different directions.

Harry passed by the circle of people while he was on his way to enter the house through the kitchen. As he looked a bit closer at the boys fighting he saw a big guy on the ground with a smaller guy throning over him. Harry chuckled a little at the hilarious situation, which made a blonde pretty girl turn around, that seemed to be clearly against this fight maybe even worried. The girl looked at him questioningly, she was probably looking for some sort of connection to Harry in her brain. He winked at the blonde beauty with his usual smirk but she didn't seem to be very impressed. She just raised her eyebrows in humor and turned back to the fight.

Harry first scouted the anteroom and took a couple of purses out of the jackets and coats. As he was on the way to the kitchen, Harry stumbled over a pair of shoes, which turned out to be Jordan 1 Travis Scott's. Fucking posh assholes. Ok, yes they were bigger than the normal stuff they stole, but he also knew Zayn's little addiction to pricy ass sneakers.

-police sirens-

Oh, fuck! Which asshole screwed up this time.

Every time something goes wrong, they meet at the arrival point, so that's what Harry aimed for. When he got behind the bushes, Liam and Zayn were already there, and as they saw him they looked at him skeptically, trying to figure out if he was the reason for the arrival of the police. Harry straightened his lips to a small line and shook his head. As Harry turned around he realized that Niall was nowhere to be found.

"Where the fuck is this little leprechaun kid?"

Zayn just shrugged and Liam looked extremely worried, like all of them. A loud crack and heavy panting made the three boys turn their heads in shock and fear but they were all immediately relieved when Niall was right behind them. The blonde boy was trying desperately to catch his breath, so Liam grabbed him to help him stand straight.

"What happened Niall? Why is the police here?"

The guests of the party were running fearfully across the house. These little wimps have certainly never had serious problems with the police. The draining music from before was cut down and replaced with the loud mumbling of the crowd. Liam kinda seemed to lose his nerves.

"Niall. Explain. Now!"

Niall was still not fully calmed down but he tried to speak.

"Not my fault I- I saw the neighbor call the police after he saw the fight in the garden and- and then about 5 minutes later I heard the sirens."

Suddenly they heard a deep voice shout behind them so they reacted like they always did. They run. Niall was the first one to be over the fence, then Liam. Harry was the next to go but the man had now discovered them and was heading straight to them. Harry knew Z had been arrested just three days ago for drug-abuse.

"Z go! Now!"

Zayn seemed to understand fast and send Harry a thankful smile. After Zayn was over the fence, the policeman was just a few meters behind him, so he threw the shoes and the money over the white barrier as well, just to be pushed against it a second later.

"If that's not the little Styles, I don't know who it would be."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear you are suffering from dementia but don't worry, that happens in age."

"You little fucker! Watch your mouth."

The middle-aged man put some handcuffs on the boy in front of him.

"You're getting kinky already, huh."

The man responded to that by tightening the handcuffs to a very painful stage, but Harry really didn't mind.

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Harry was now about 6 hours in a small cell with about 8 other people at the police station. There were enough cells to put them at least pairwise in different rooms but of course, the kids from the party all had single cells. obviously. Harry knew he only had about 18 hours left till they let him out again with a warning. They had nothing against him, so basically he was just joining a party, which apparently was an open house party.

Everything was silent, nobody was in the mood to talk till an old, thin but strict-looking woman entered the station in black heels that clacked on the ground on every step she made. She walked directly to the counter, you could tell she had a target. In her right hand was an old, dirty brown briefcase. When she got to the counter, she threw her bag fiercely on it.

"I'm here to get Louis Tomlinson out. Here are the files you will need to prove that this was just self-defense and right now you held him hostage for 6 hours without access to a phone call for the first 5 hours, which is illegal as I assume you would know. But I will be nice today and will not sue you. IF you will >>allow<< me now to take Mr. Tomlinson with me immediately."

The idiot that arrested Harry as well was now suddenly very quiet, which made the woman seem satisfied. Obviously these fuckers get out faster.

They would never survive his life.

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Part 3
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