Can you shut up for once

4. Running from the cops

Louis PoV.

This had to be happening right now. His heart was beating excessively fast and little pearls of sweat ran down his spine. Only one time, Louis wanted to have a normal night out with his friends without complications but fucking no. Louis scrunched his eyes shut trying to regulate his breath as he was still pressed to the stone-cold house wall. He hears a light, breathy chuckle next to his ears. Louis wanted to scream, not out of fear, just because this fucking arsehole was having too good of a time but the curly-headed boy seemed to get Louis' attempt as he leaned into Louis' ear.

"Oh don't scream, love. This would just get us in trouble and maybe your bloody money gets you out of there but that would make the situation very uncomfortable for both of us."

The boy's voice was nothing more than a breathy whisper but his words let Louis' hair stand up.

"Go fuck yourself."

"Yeah maybe, but later."

Louis' nerves were slowly coming to an end, he felt like this random guy, who probably couldn't afford his own breakfast, was making fun of him for being fucking alive.

"You-"

Hey! Metropolitan Police! Stand still."

"Motherfucker- Come on! Move your arse."

The police officer was getting closer and closer but Louis couldn't decide which outcome was better - getting in touch with the police again or running away from it with a stranger he just met. Fuck it.

Louis sprinted close up to Harry's heels as they turned left around the corner. Both of them were panting heavily, trying to get away from the fully trained officer who was only about 150 meters behind them. Like it wasn't bad enough already, in front of them appeared a fucking dead end. A two-meter brick wall towered in front of Louis but it seemed to become taller every second he looked at it.

"Hey, eyes up here. Take my hand."

Louis didn't even realize, that the boy with the chocolate-brown hair was already sitting on the wall and was holding out his hand to help him up but Louis just looked at it skeptically.

"No."

"Look, love. I'm not trying to marry nor murder you, I'm trying to save our fucking arses!"

That kinda gave Louis the last push he needed as he grabbed Harry's hand to be pulled onto the wall.

"Again. Metropolitan Police. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you. If you waive these rights and talk to us, anything you say may be used against you in court."

"Suck my dick!"

With those words, Harry jumped off the wall, waiting on the ground for Louis to jump as well but Louis quite didn't plan that through. He was fucking scared of heights. His hands started shaking and his breath hitched. Louis' mind was clouded by the aggressive shouting from the officer on the right side, who unsuccessfully tried to get to him, and Harry on his left, who was trying to figure out why Louis wasn't jumping. He felt like the little defenseless boy again, who was scared of the smallest ladybug on the pavement.

"Here Richy Rich, I will help you."

Again Harry held out his hands but this time upwards, ready to catch Louis, with a small, apparently typical, smirk on his face. So Louis did. He closed his eyes and took a last deep breath just before he let himself slide down the brick wall into Harry's arms, but he didn't let him down immediately. Harry held Louis in place, still holding him - staring into his eyes. It felt like minutes but the time was frozen until they were interrupted by the furious shouting of the policeman from the other side of the wall.