Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Twenty Three

I love you.

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Of course, the bloody phone rang.

Why? Why did that stupid thing perse have to ruin the entire moment?

Louis glanced at the clock on the bedside table, 7:00 am. Okay, so what if the sun that bundled through the tiny gap in between the two closed curtains, would've woken him up any minute. Maybe Harry would've woken up soon or just rolled over in his sleep on top of Louis and kind of choke and squish him, (he'd done it a few times already).

But alright, it wasn't anything like that, that woke him. Maybe his mood would be better that way though, because now it was this annoying, high-pitched, shrilling ringing noise that he knew came from the crappy hotel phone.

Who could it even be? Did these things even have a number? Maybe someone wanted to get to them and called the hotel.

Shit.

Now it hit Louis. No one was supposed to know where he was- where they were.

Heck, no one knew where they were, he didn't tell anyone, neither did Harry. There was no way. Not even Zayn knew where they were, even though it was his plan. Zayn was smart, Louis had concluded, as he insisted that they didn't tell anyone, not even them, where they were going and staying.

When the phone kept ringing though, Louis wondered if he should pick up. Maybe it was just the receptionist calling to ask them whether they wanted breakfast or not. He decided he could always keep up the "we're a married couple on our honeymoon and forgot to book a hotel, could we please spend one night here?" façade.

"Hello?" he mumbled in a husk voice, lying on his back with the phone to his ear and an arm across his forehead. 7:00 am, god damn.

"Louis?"

Shit. Fuck. Fuckerthefuck.

What in the holy guacamole was he supposed to do?

"Erm, I think you have the wrong number." He mumbled further with a strong manipulated voice.

"Do I now?" the voice chuckled and Louis was panicking.

"This is Ethan Mc Clane. Who am I speaking to, please?" Louis mumbled, hoping to god the person on the other end would drop it and leave them the fuck alone. Everything was finally, finally going right for once. Louis wanted to swear to god he would take revenge after his death. Either he'd betray everyone in heaven or let all Hell break loose.

"E- Ethan Mc Clane?" the man full on laughed now and Louis frowned as he slightly recognised the voice, although the connection was pretty bad. Louis wouldn't want to scold the hotel for a crappy phone, he knew it was one of the few hotels that even had phones in the rooms.

"Lou, I know love Die Hard, but really? Mc Clane? Don't tell me Harry's called John-"

"Zayn?" Louis whisper-shrieked as he abruptly sat up, half concerned at how he found them and half relieved no one else got to them.

"Yea mate, you gotta be more careful. Although it's kinda my fault since I put a tracker in your backpack. Still, from now on you should check on trackers. But I'll admit, you seem like a fine husband in the Mc Clane household-"

"Zayn! Shut up!" he had to hold back his smile, although this pointed towards a few problems, "fuck, Zayn, they could be tracing this line and hearing everything right now-"

"Don't worry, I secluded this frequency. We have about 350 more seconds, so listen for a sec. First of all, get that tracker out of your sack, secondly, tell me you're not gonna use the name of your favourite movie character once you've got your new ID's. Those things are meant to be used for the rest of your life, Loulou."