The Lucky One (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)

Chapter 2- Malik and Tomlinson

Chapter 2: Malik and Tomlinson

He put the radio handset back in place and sat without moving, feeling the slightest trace of disappointment. It would have been fun to see how the guy handled lockup, what with that girly hair and all.

The Landry brothers would have had a field day with him. They were regulars in lockup on Saturday nights: drunk and disorderly, disturbing the peace, fighting, almost always with each other. Except when they were in lockup. Then they'd pick on someone else.

He fiddled with the handle of his car door. And what was his dad mad about this time? Dude got on his nerves. Do this. Do that. You serve those papers yet? Why are you late? Where've you been? Half the time he wanted to tell the old guy to mind his own damn business. Old guy still thought he ran things around here.

No matter. He supposed he'd find out sooner or later. Now it was time to get the hippie loser out of here, before the girls come out. Place was supposed to be private, right? Hippie freaks could ruin the place.

Malik got out of the car, closing the door behind him. The dog cocked its head to the side as Malik approached. He handed the passport back. "Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Louis Tomlinson." This time, he mangled the pronunciation in purpose. "Just doing my job. Unless, of course, you've got some drugs or guns in your pack."

"I don't."

"You care to let me see for myself?"

"Not really. Fourth amendment and all."

"I see your sleeping bag there. You been camping?"

"I was in Burke County last night."

Malik studied the guy, thinking about the answer.

"There aren't any campgrounds around here."

The guy said nothing.

It was Malik who looked away. "You might want to keep that dog on the leash."

"I didn't know there was a leash law in this county."

"There isn't. It's for your dog's safety. Lot of cars out by the main road."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Okay, then." Malik turned away before pausing once more. "If you don't mind my asking, how long have you been out here?"

"I just walking up. Why?"

Something in the way he answered made Malik wonder, and he hesitated before reminding himself again that there was no way the guy could know what he'd been up to. "No reason."

"Can I go?"

"Yeah. Okay."

Malik watched the stranger and his dog start up the logging road before veering onto a small trail that led into the woods. Once he vanished, Malik went back to his original vantage point to search for the camera.

He poked his arm into the bushes, kicked at the pine straw, and retracted his steps a couple of times to make sure he was in the same place. Eventually, he dropped to his knees, panic beginning to settle in.

The camera belonged to the sheriff's department. He'd only 'borrowed' it for these special outings, and there'd be a lot of questions from his dad if it turned out to be lost. Worse, discovered with a card full of nudie pictures. His dad was a stickler for protocol and responsibility.

By then, a few minutes had passed. In the distance, he heard the throaty roar of an engine fire up. He assumed the coeds were leaving; only briefly did he consider what they might be thinking when they noticed his cruiser was still there. He had other issues on his mind.