Blissful pleasure // Larry stylinson

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Louis' pov

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"-he'll try and get out of it. If he finds out" rolling my eyes at their oblivious words. It'll be fine.

"It'll be fine. Really. Think about it, if I match what he needs, then everything will be fine." The eyes that look my way. Worried about my safety like I didn't go through the training with them. I can handle myself.

"Louis he's dangerous. He-"
"Everyone is dangerous. I know how to deal with dangerous people Marc. It's gonna be fine."

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His smile. His eyes, damn his pretty face.

"I'm Harry"

Harry. Harry. Harry.

"Louis."

so it begins.

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I can feel him watching me. I can hear my partners voices in my ear through the comm piece. They're watching him while he stares at me off in the distance. The rain clouds are pouring into the sky. Unsure whether the plan will work, he usually disappears onto his boat during this time but he's just say on the dock. I can feel his presents in my mind.

He's impossible to shake off.

I can barely make out his figure in the pouring rain but I can see he's just stood there. I call him in. I take his hand.

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"what the fuck are you doing Louis?" Jesus Christ this man is dull.

"Working babes. Clearly." The last thing I can get out before the bell rings.

"Hey Louis"

His perfect voice.

"Hey, something different today. Here" picking up the prettiest flowers I could find. A small listening device hidden in the underside of the ribbon used to tie them.

His smile, so pretty when those dimples light up his face.

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'That touch of a light breeze, settles the mess of hair on top of my head. The wind brings a smile to my lonesome face, reminds me of the time I lived by the sea. All alone with my night terror dreams. A chill that runs down my spine and through my bones to my soul, the dagger piercing my heart with all its might. A shadow hiding my way home. A blue bird that sings way up in the sky, a nightingale swoops from a tree so high. The promise we made whispers past my ears and rings in my head. When they find our bodies, they'll find out why we wound up dead.'

His book held in my hand as I sit on his bed, while the others search his house. I said I would read these and try and find anything but they make me feel awfully intrusive.

'No hope that sits mighty at the top of my chest, all that is truthful, gone now I'm dead. The phone rings and it's someone calling to tell you about my loss. I lost myself on the way back to the place I went when I felt nothing but unsafe and scared of those around me. I use my strength to pull my corpse from the ground. My hands sink through the dirt and all the mud. They have no grip left in them anymore, you've taken away my body and my life that suddenly means more.'

I want to hold him tight. Make him feel true love. His past made of nothing but broken up memories of a fucked up life.

'I trip and stumble when I reach the front door, I'll hold it open on instinct thinking you're following me. You left me behind long ago, nothing can bring my smile back now. Not even the queen of darkness that haunts my coffin, deep in the ground.