Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Six:

We're not killing them.

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"Hey."

*poke*

"Hey, Louis dude."

*poke, poke*

"Get the fuck up!"

Louis woke up to yelling. After not so friendly rejecting their offer to help them, they threw him back in the office. He had been deadly bored the whole day, the only thing he could do was listen to how Zayn was helping the guys with their plan. Why would he even? He'd get nothing out of it. He didn't even get to live after.

"Are you awake yet?" Harry scoffed. He was sitting against the wall while Louis was sleeping on the ground. Well, not so fast asleep anymore now.

"Yes." He mocked. Harry poked his leg again anyway. "Fuck off"

"Bad day, huh?" He smirked. He was eating an apple, phone and gun lying next to him.

"I'm kidnapped by mafia criminals, barely get to eat, have to sleep on the floor and my best friend agreed to help killing someone last night. Couldn't be better."

"Wow, no need to get grumpy, smartass."

Louis ignored him, sat up and stared at the apple the curly haired lad was eating, feeling his stomach contracting.

"Want some?" He asked and held the apple out for Louis to take. He looked disgusted at it.

"Don't need anything you touched."

"hmm, too bad. You're not getting anything else. The others want me to kill you but I don't feel like getting my hands dirty today so if you want to starve, it could actually work out for me." He casually informed, took another loud bite and while chewing he stared at Louis, who was still confused from waking up.

Louis' eyes stayed focused on the apple as his stomach actually hurt, just like his knee, shoulder, neck, both elbows, and hip very much from sleeping on the ground.

He shook his head while looking down, trying to convince himself to do otherwise, but he could no longer ignore the hurt in his belly as he looked up at Harry, who was already smirking, and held out his hand.

"I hope you taste my saliva."

"How are you not disgusted by yourself?" Louis asked while taking a bite from the half-eaten apple, unwillingly checking if he could indeed taste Harry's saliva.

"You gotta take what life gives you, sweetheart."

"Stop calling me that."

"Whatever you wish, princess." Harry chuckled and held his hands out for Louis to give the apple back. He did.

After taking another bite, Harry's phone suddenly rang and he gave the apple back to Louis who took it without hesitating this time.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled with a mouth full of apple, still chewing.

"You're kidding me," suddenly he started laughing really hard, like, cackling, and Louis backed away a bit. It was weird seeing the man that scared him so much two days ago laughing so hard now. The dimples kind of reminded him of an angel. What? No.

"That motherfucker- Is he still there now?"

Louis rolled his eyes at Harry's chuckle and exaggerated excitement, but nonetheless came to sit next to Harry. The floor wasn't comfy to sit on, but it was better with a wall to lean against.

Harry kept laughing a bit while mumbling to the Irish accent on the other end of the line before he chuckled a quick "Okay, let me know how it goes." and ending the call.