Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Eight:

Call me Haz.

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Day nine was the most awkward five minutes of Louis' life. Since Harry was the only person he saw, and other than that he was alone in a small room, on the cold floor, he considered Harry's company 'his day'.

Harry had come inside, not even sitting down like usual but handing Louis the paper back with the sandwich. They talked a little. It was awkward, but after five minutes Harry'd managed to pull a little smile on Louis' face again already.

He tried not to think too much of what he thought of Harry. He was a dangerous criminal and he had to kill him. That was it.

After those five minutes, they stayed silent for an unknown amount of time, before Harry gave him a little smile and left.

•••

"Don't tell me you've started liking the brat, Harry!"

"He's not a brat. And I don't like him."

"I can't believe you, you bring him food every day, and now this? He's seen our faces, you know Liam will kill him eventually if we don't!"

"I'll convince him to help us."

"It doesn't even matter, Harry. Our plan is nearly done and after that, we're killing Zayn too!"

The curly haired man remained silent in frustration.

"I don't get it! You hang out there for hours at night, just to stop by for only half an hour to bring him food during the day! Isn't he even sleeping when you're there for hours?" Harry rolled his eyes as Niall was picking on him again.

He ignored him.

Suddenly, the door flew open and Harry came sitting in his usual spot next to Louis, who's eyes widened as he saw Harry brought something else than food.

"What's that?"

"What does it look like, smartass? It's a pillow." Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes before shoving it on the ground, right where they were cuddling tightly when Louis woke up two days ago. Shit, he had to distract himself.

"I know, but why did you bring me it?" Louis asked. It didn't really make sense.

"To sleep on, what else?" Harry chuckled and then turned serious again.

"See, this is what I mean with *cough* you being nice to*cough* me." Louis mumbled in annoyance, between coughs. He was slowly getting sick. He was getting sick from lack of sleep, lack of food and lack of motivation to live.

It didn't make sense, none of it. Harry kept saying he was a dangerous criminal and Louis should be scared of him but then Harry did those things. They were just details, but they weren't mean. They were actually nice, like bringing this pillow, or cuddling him. Damnit.

"You're getting sick."

"I wonder why that'd be." Louis scoffed.

Harry chuckled a bit and got a sandwich out of his pocket. He looked at it and took a small bite before handing it to Louis.