Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Fifteen:

That's how much I care.

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Time passed by. Time passed by so slow Louis had to focus not to close his eyes and let his mind drift off. He almost did when a loud bang startled him right awake. It was the front door of the house Harry went in earlier. He'd already explained the situation, how the owner of the factory had come home and they had to use their spare hideout here in London before moving to their bigger mansion.

Louis looked through the passenger window to see it had started to rain lightly. It was darker out because of the clouded air and he saw Harry fast-walking towards and then around the car, eyebrows furrowed to protect his eyes from the little raindrops.

When Harry moved aside to go around the front of the car, Louis could see Liam and Niall carrying a long, fabric bag, it seemed heavy. They stumbled with it towards the car and Louis watched as they threw it in the trunk. They both jumped in the backseat the same time Harry lowered himself back into his drivers seat, looking relieved that Louis was still there.

"Where's Zayn?" Louis asked with a slightly panicked voice when Harry started engine of the car.

"He's right there, don't worry." the taller man mumbled back and Louis turned his head, he saw Zayn closing the door with some special... he had actually no idea what it was. Assuming it was something necessary, he shrugged it off and kept watching as Zayn too jumped into the backseat next to Niall and Liam. Harry started driving and an awkward silence filled the air.

"So... what exactly- what happened with...?" Louis mumbled.

"Oh, the woman's dead and-"

"Niall." Harry pressed, noticing the disliking on Louis' face. But Louis ignored it and looked outside, already regretting for asking.

"We took the guy with us." Liam then mumbled and the rest of the ride was utterly silent again. Harry looked over at Louis a few times, but the smaller guy just avoided his gaze until they drove into a small alley, the car just fitting through, that came out onto a small parking lot.

Harry led Louis inside and through the big warehouse to a random door that lead to a bedroom. Louis sat on the bed watching as Harry opened some drawers before finding a tube and some wipes.

"I'm gonna do a quick check up on your wound." He spoke, voice not as soft as when he left Louis in the car with a kiss a few hours ago.

Louis nodded and laid on his back, so Harry slowly lifted his shirt and inspected the wound. He disinfected it once again and told Louis it looked a lot better already.

Louis looked up at him, blue orbs shining under the bad light in the room. When Harry met his gaze, their eyes locked. They just stared at each other's for what seemed a few minutes, until Harry offered him a small smile, which Louis hesitantly returned.

"I- erm, I have to.. go check up on, on the boys. See if they, I... I gotta check up on them." Harry'd never stuttered so much in one sentence, completely lost in Louis' eyes.

Louis nodded and smiled a bit brighter when Harry's hand softly caressed his cheek, a fond look plastered on his face, before he got up and left the room.

"Fuck." Louis groaned under his breath, knowing people weren't supposed to fall for their kidnappers.

He held his face in his hands and sighed. This was dumb. This was so, so dumb. How did he even get here? He didn't know, he only knew he'd had the chance to leave and he didn't take it, which seemed even more stupid after the door to his room opened slowly once again and a blonde, smirking figure showed himself.