inferno // l.s.

forty nine

i'm here, i'm here! let's get this party starteddddddddd!

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it's been eating at him all night. he hasn't slept a wink, and knows if he goes back out into society after fleeing from a handful of cops that it might not end well, but he has to figure this out.

it makes no sense.

if the security system on not only the store but the shopping block itself was hacked into and shut down for hours, if there were no guaranteed patrols at that scheduled timing, and nobody could have known about the ordeal, how could the cops have arrived? how could they have known the getaway car?

granted, niall was speeding and he even decided to run while they had time. that was probably a dead giveaway right there.

the blue camaro didn't sit right with him either.

harry eased himself up, leaning over to press a soft kiss to sleeping louis' temple before sneaking out of bed. his alarm clock read 6:10am. he should be sleeping too, but he can't. unless he is overthinking things right now, there is no way he can get any shut eye while his mind is racing. he didn't want to keep louis awake with his jumbled speculations. it's too early for this shit right now.

he tries his best to keep louis out of clique business, out of respect and care for louis' mental wellbeing. he had enough on his plate already. he doesn't need to know the things mitch has done lately, like who he has affiliated himself with or what steps he has taken to make harry be the dirty work punching bag. he doesn't need to know that mitch hasn't attended a deal or heist since they pulled that hit on mylo. harry has been doing boss duties without the boss title for so long now that louis would probably piss himself if he saw how much money was in the safe beneath his work desk. there's more than a hundred grand in there. way, way more.

if the man had even known that they were planning on robbing a high end jewelry store, he would either ask to tag along or ask for harry not to go. harry had to do his job, just like any other time, so his wish wouldn't be granted. neither of them.

he grabs a shirt from his closet and slips it over his head. louis' favorite red hoodie with the hole in the left sleeve comes next. it smells like him. like black cherry, forehead kisses, and everything bunny. it's disgusting just how mushy louis has made him yet it's a blessing at the same time.

rustling emerges from the king sized bed. he looks over to see emma stretching out before jumping down onto the floor. he made eye contact with her, put a finger to his lips and stuffed his pockets with his necessities. he grabbed his shoes before opening the door. being the curious kid she was, emma followed him downstairs.

she's been nice lately. really she kisses his ass when he comes home. she loves on louis for a while, then decides to sleep behind her intended owner's head in the middle of the night. she is a mix of light and day. one hell of a wild card.

harry gives her a treat to keep her quiet before grabbing a redbull from the fridge. he'll get another one on the way home to replace it so louis doesn't have a fit. they're his new fixation lately and frankly, sometimes if he has more than one it makes harry want to ram his head into a wall. his boyfriend is hyper as is. fucking energy drinks? what good comes out of louis and energy drinks? absolutely nothing. it's a recipe for chaos. he blames zayn 100%.

"be good," he told the cat before sliding his shoes over his feet. "don't eat the fucking remote again, you dick."

emma mewed at his remark. just like louis. a backtalker. a brat. he can't help but love them.

he downed his redbull on the drive to the storage unit. he knows mitch's codes and the certain way to unlock the third lock. there's a number key, a padlock, and a flip switch that has to be turned horizontally, vertically, then diagonal southwest. he used to get the first two mixed up until he realized the meaning behind each numbers. mitch's parent's birthdays, oldest to youngest.