Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Four:

Wrong place to rob, sweetheart.

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By the way the smallest guy named Louis looked around and then focused on the table, Harry knew he had an idea, an incredibly stupid idea.

He rolled his eyes and began to chuckle even before Louis did what Harry suspected him to do.

Louis took his gun out of his back pocket and pointed it at Niall, who rolled his eyes but still backed away a bit.

Harry slammed his hand against his forehead at his stupidness for forgetting to check if the smallest one had a gun too, meanwhile laughing.

Louis ran in front of the table so Harry and Niall couldn't reach their own gun.

Harry couldn't help but notice how bright the blue in his eyes looked while glazed in fear, and how his fluffy brown hair bounced with every movement.

The boy- apologies- small man wore tight black jeans and the black hoody had fallen off his head when they had thrown him to the ground, which Harry slightly regretted. He didn't know why though, because he'd hurt and killed enough people not to care about two little thieves interrupting their mission.

Liam pulled his gun too and immediately pointed it at Louis with a smirk.

The small man seemed to panic as the fear in his eyes took over and he kept moving, pointing his gun towards Harry, then Liam, Harry again, but not Niall, because he'd taken Zayn's arms behind his back and stood a few meters away just chuckling.

Liam came closer with his gun still pointed at Louis, which made Louis panic and Harry saw he started to sweat and shake. The contrast between the shaking gun and Liam's steady hand was clear.

The tallest man stopped Liam in his tracks by placing his hand on the man's chest with a glance as if to say 'I can handle this'.

He slowly turned around to see Louis shaking with the gun in both hands pointed to Harry. He stumbled back a bit until he hit the table behind him, he looked startled.

Harry came closer, slowly, until he could reach the gun if he wanted too, but he didn't just yet.

"Well aren't you just brave." He spoke again with his deep, raspy voice, succeeding in making it sound menacing.

Mind games, Harry loved mind games.

"Stop it! Step back!" Louis shouted in fear, still shaking while he looked over at Zayn captured in Niall's grip. Harry noticed him looking and had to do his best not to start laughing.

"Let Zayn go!" The small man shouted again, making Harry serious again.

"He's not going anywhere, sweetheart. Just like you." He whispered the last part because he knew it made Louis' knees weak.

Again, he knew exactly what he did to the small man with glistening blue eyes. They sparkled with moist and for the first time in his whole career, Harry had to focus to stay menacing.

He took a step closer. Without knowing what was going on in his own mind, Harry decided he had to prove to himself- no, no. He had to prove to Louis that he wasn't scared and everything was fine and he was the bad guy here.

Instead of doing his regular fast move to take the opponent's weapon, he raised his hand slowly, making sure Louis saw.

The small man looked in fear at Harry's hand coming closer to the gun, but as Harry expected, he didn't back away, even though he wanted to.

Something in Louis told him to shoot, but obviously he couldn't. He knew these were guys that had done things way worse than him and Zayn, but he couldn't even shoot someone if they were guilty, he knew he just couldn't.

Harry's smirk returned the minute his hand closed around the barrel of the gun, but he didn't push it away. He even took a step closer so the barrel, which he held in his hand loosely, stood against his chest.

Louis just had to pull the trigger and he was dead.

He looked at the gun against his chest, then back into Louis' eyes. They were filled with fear and panic and he could feel the gun in his hand shake against his chest.

Again, he became confused as he felt something weird in his stomach, something that said he shouldn't scare the tiny man. He should though, yes, he should.

Louis stared right at him and he stared back, while he felt the eyes of the other three men in the room on them.

To keep his reputation, he ignored the feeling in his stomach that told him to back away and to convince himself, he went even further.

He kept his one hand on the barrel against his chest and brought the other to Louis' cheek, softly caressing it with the back of his fingers while he closed his eyes, feeling Louis shake even more under his touch.

"Go on." He whispered, Louis was probably the only one who could hear. His eyes still closed, one hand caressing Louis' remarkably soft cheek, the other on the barrel of the gun.

"Don't touch him!" Another voice shouted from behind them, making his eyes shoot open and look angry at Louis.

Louis panicked completely and looked at Zayn in fear, but Harry took his chin between his thumb and index finger and turned his head towards himself again.

"Do it," he hissed, feeling Louis shiver, "or don't."

He saw the glistening of Louis' eyes increase until a tear rolled down his cheek. Harry had to do the best he could not to wipe it away.

He blinked quickly, almost feeling nauseous by the weird thoughts crossing his mind. He should never comfort Louis. He was doing this on purpose, he had to scare him, he had to kill them both in the end, they'd seen their faces.

Harry kept frowning towards Louis to keep up his dangerous look until he felt the gun grow heavier in his hand, indicating Louis was letting go of it.

Harry smirked again in confidence as Louis let go of the gun completely with a shaky breath and looked down, the trail of a few tears burned on his skin.

"Alright..." Liam spoke very slowly.

"You done now?" Niall asked, a bit annoyed by Harry's façade but amused by Louis' fear.

"Lock them in that office." Harry spoke strictly, slow in his deep voice, keeping his gaze in Louis' eyes.

Niall walked over, dragging Zayn with him, and pulled Louis too towards the door of the office. He threw both of them inside and locked the door.

He walked back and threw the keys to Harry, who caught them with one hand.

"What was that all about?" Liam asked as he saw Harry frown at what he just did, and felt. He broke out of his trance at Liam's words.

"Nothing," he chuckled casually, "just funny to scare the little guy." He took a step forward so he was at the table, the other two stood around it too.

As they kept discussing how to kidnap the guy that stole from their boss, Harry couldn't stop thinking about the tears rolling out of those beautiful blue eyes.