Light It Up (On The Run)

Day 6

Hailee Steinfeld, 20 - Oxygen. Wanted for illegal gun smuggling and posing as a prostitute to steal from the rich. "The Gun"

I knooow it's been so long but now I'm officially back and dedicating myself to writing fanfics as well as normal fiction :) hope everyone is okay! here is chapter 8! Let me know what you think :)

Happy reading ! :)

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Previously on chapter 7:

Day 5 – 107 hours into the heist (Monday, 24th, 10:34pm)

As it turns out, people all over England do actually agree with the girl on the news, because The Chemist calls them to let them know that they're trending on every social media platform and that they're receiving support from all over the country.

Eleanor also informs them that the tunnel should be done by tomorrow or by the day after tomorrow the latest.

While Liam and Nick start their night shifts, Louis and the rest of his guys retreat back to his 'office' to get some sleep.

Niall, Max, Jake and Sean are still in the bathroom by the time Louis walks into the room and closes the door. Harry's the only one there, trying to get comfortable on the couch.

"How's your day been so far?" Louis asks, trying to make conversation.

Harry fidgets on the couch, watching Louis sit down behind the desk. The fact that Louis could fall asleep in a chair (that is, if he actually slept) was mesmerizing to Harry.

"Alright. Feels weird carrying a machine rifle though." Harry answers, trying to lighten the mood.

Louis doesn't really react, so Harry continues. "How do you think this is going to end?"

"What?"

Harry shrugs. "I don't know, the heist? Or what do you call it? Your mission?"

Louis rolls his eyes. "I think we're going to get out of here with a lot of money and travel to a place far away where we can spend it."

"Aren't you scared by the idea of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life?"

Louis cocks his head. "Not really. I've been doing that for a long time now, I've gotten used to it."

When he realizes that he's probably said too much, he shuts himself up and waits for Harry's reaction.

"If you say so." Is all Harry says, surprising Louis.

"Aren't you going to ask what I did?"

Harry shakes his head. "Would you even tell me?"

It's Louis' turn to shake his head.

"That's what I thought."

Harry pulls the blanket over him, all the way up to his chin and closes his eyes. Louis turns off the big lights and sits back down, the only light coming from the small lamp on the desk.

"Oh, and Louis?"

Louis' head snaps up at him. "Don't say my name."

Harry's smile fades a little. He closes his eyes and turns away from Louis, facing the couch . "I just wanted to say happy birthday."

Louis enters into a state of shock, going over the words one by one, making sure he's heard correctly. By the time he actually registers the words and thousands of questions enter his mind, the door opens and the rest of the guys come in.