Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Eighteen:

I'll be back, love.

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Mornings need to follow a night.

Waking up needs to follow sleep.

Thinking needs a working mind.

Thoughts need to be sorted out.

Problems need to be solved.

Decisions need to be made.

Louis' breathing was calm. He'd calmed down already. His decision had been made that morning, when he woke up in Harry's arms, long fingers slowly caressing his scalp, muscled leg laying between his calves, being lovely.

Harry is lovely, Louis had decided right then and there. Harry is lovely and Louis was meant to make sure nothing happened to him, because Harry would do the same for him.

That's why he made his decision.

Liam had knocked and come in their room half an hour after they woke up, telling them that he, Niall and Zayn were going to dump the body of the man they tortured and killed. Louis had swallowed heavily and Harry had nodded while pulling Louis closer.

Louis had held on tight, because he knew it was their last time waking up together.

His decision.

So when Harry told him he had to go to the bathroom and left the room, Louis had stood up shakily, very aware but unaware of what he was going to do.

He'd miss Harry, for sure, but it was better this way. Everything would be better than Harry getting hurt. Anything. He had to protect him, but he was useless. His abilities were limited. His choices were limited. His decisions, were limited.

It was quiet in that moment, where Louis stood in front of the door, eyes dry with lack of emotion. He'd drained himself in an emotionless trance to come through this.

His decision, Harry's fate.

He stood there, in front of the door, emotionless, breath calm, eyes calm, hands calm, head calm, heart calm. Too calm.

When he heard the door to the bathroom door close, he knew Harry was in the big hall walking towards their room again and he opened the bedroom door, seeing Harry walking towards him a few meters away, exactly where he expected him to be.

Now that his plan was set in action, he didn't know if his decision was a good one anymore, but there was no going back, and his reasons were still effective. He just didn't want to. But he had to.

So he took up his pace, almost running towards Harry who looked utterly confused. Louis had started crying. He wasn't calm anymore.

Louis kissed him, making Harry stumble back a bit. But it didn't take him long before he cupped Louis' cheeks and kissed him back, eyebrows still furrowed in confusion.

Louis' breath began to hitch often in his crying while he was still kissing Harry.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry." He whispered in sobs against Harry's lips and Harry frowned more. Because what would Louis have to apologise for? Harry was the one who captured him. Harry was the one who kissed him unexpectedly after starving him out. Harry was the one to leave him alone in a cold, dark and wet basement. Harry was the one who got him beaten up. Harry was the one working for the mafia. Harry was the criminal.

But he understood Louis' crying words when he felt a sharp, almost unbearable pain in his side. His eyes shot wide open and he looked in Louis' eyes to see compassion and only a slight bit of regret. It hurt.