Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Five:

Well aren't you just brave.

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Louis had a massive headache. Terribly. It was because of all the fighting two of their hostage holders did. He recognised one of them as the thick Irish accent he knew the blond guy had. One of the brunettes called him Ni the day before. Ni, must be a short or a nickname, he hoped for the sake of the blondie.

Louis and Zayn had been ignored since they were thrown and locked in the office. The day before, they'd been listening to the three of them discussing some sort of mission they needed to prepare. He found it slightly weird they didn't even try to hide it or make sure the two of them wouldn't hear.

After hearing the lads leave, the lights of the machine hall were shut off, visible through one tiny darkened window in the wall of the office. They couldn't see anything through it, though.

After a few hours, Louis had woken up to yelling and fighting again. Zayn was just ignoring it and looking and biting at his nails. He seemed rather relaxed, unlike Louis who was stressing for his life inside, remembering the Ni guy ask if they shouldn't just be killed...

"You're such a twat, Harry." Harry. Curly, Harry.

"Fuck off, Niall." Niall. Ni, Niall.

Louis suddenly got up and started banging at the door. They hadn't eaten in more than half a day. Even though they had no idea what time it was, he could feel it in his stomach. "Can we get something to eat? We're starving!"

"Ugh, tell me again why we don't just kill them already?"

"We're not killing them." Good, why though.

"They've seen our faces, dumbass. You know Liam is going to kill them anyway if we don't. They probably even heard our whole plan yesterday."

Harry scoffed.

"Don't-" The Niall guy huffs, "unbelievable."

And Louis sees him walking away, as the door suddenly had opened. Harry stood in the doorway and mentioned for them to come out.

He was alone now... but no, he knew Harry wouldn't let them escape, he- he wouldn't try, for his own sake.

"Are you going to kill us?" Louis asked, almost in a whisper, not moving nor coming out of the office. Zayn, on the other hand, looked at his grumbling tummy and headed for the doorway into the light.

Harry scoffed. "Do you want food or not?" His voice was low and annoyed. Louis followed him outside. He knew trying to escape would be a suicide mission. That, the curly haired beauty made clear the day before.

After eating a certain amount of sandwiches, ignoring the angry yells from Niall about them eating their food, Zayn and Louis were led back towards their office, before Zayn suddenly turned around and faced the three guys, Liam having joined them while eating.

"If you're going to kill us, just do it. I don't want to waist my time by sitting in the dark if I'm not doing anything else with my life anymore."

Louis' eyes widened in shock. Did he really just asked them to kill them already? Did he have a death wish?

Niall scoffed, pulled his gun out and placed the barrel against Zayn's forehead, the lad not backing away.