Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch. 2; Lost.

"You." Harry whispers, then moves forward, connecting their lips.

It's everything it shouldn't be. For a first kiss, it's too dirty, too steamy, too filled with arousal and tension. For the circumstances, it's so wrong. Louis' going to be murdering this boy and making it look like suicide in a few hours, and here he is, making out with him at the back of the party Louis only attended so that he could kill Harry. 

And that's when Louis decides to let Harry enjoy his final hours, to just give in to the arousal stirring in his gut, and kisses back with the same vigor as the curly haired man.

His back hits the wall, and Harry's large hands grip his face. It's Louis that's in charge though, he's the one that plunges his tongue into Harry's mouth, it's he that dominates the kiss.

Then Harry pulls away, staring into his eyes. He winks, lipstick slightly smeared, and saunters away, disappearing into the crowd.

He glances over at Liam, who shrugs.

Fuck.

 "Target lost and out of eye line."

 The usual response comes through, and Louis begins searching through the party for the curly haired man. Harry's just disappeared, and Louis confusedly looks everywhere.

Liam walks over, as serious as usual, tugging Louis to the side.

 "He's gone. You might of entirely missed your chance." Liam says.

 " I'm not too sure, Liam. He might be still here somewhere. I have the feeling he is." Louis says, running a hand through his hair. "He wouldn't just leave. He was too turned on."

 "Just make sure you do your job, Lou." 

 "I know, Li." Louis sighs, and Liam walks away, back to his spot for surveillance.

He decides to wait to see if Harry turns up, sipping occasionally at a glass of champagne. The minutes tick by, and Louis begins searching again.

The bathroom, every closet in sight, every inch of the place. He even checks the bathroom in a moment of desperation.

He walks back into the party, and his comms crackles to life. "Lost cause, Tomlinson. Target spotted exiting the party and getting in a taxi, would be impossible to follow him now. Mission failure. Get Liam and just go home, we'll talk options in the morning."

He swears, frustratedly running a hand over his stubble, and gestures to Liam that they should leave.

Once in the car, Liam turns to him. "What happened?"

 "He was spotted getting in a taxi and leaving, mission failure." Louis grumbles, and Liam awkwardly pats his back.

Once he gets home, Louis places his gun, and everything he brings with him to missions, back in the box where they belong. He makes sure that the gun that he keeps beside his bed (in case someone tries to assassinate him in his sleep, like has happened before) is working and full of bullets, he makes sure his security system is working as it should, and then he showers. He decides that he does not need to shave, he watches an episode of Stranger Things. 

Louis has a very normal night routine, and he's fine in solitude. Sure, sometimes he gets a little lonely, but he genuinely isn't that lonely. He likes the peacefulness and the quiet. If he wanted someone he'd get somebody. 

He eats, leftovers from his fridge, and then goes to bed after his usual paranoid search of the entire house.

See, while Louis is rich because of how much clients compensate his company, Louis is very mistrustful. He doesn't make friends because he doesn't trust them, and that's part of the reason he hasn't actively searched for a partner. He lives alone, with an extensive security system, and he's possibly mildly paranoid that someone is trying to kill him. 

Which is understandable, in his opinion.

Anyway, Louis sleeps just fine at night, and, yeah, sometimes he feels a tad lonely, but on those nights he just phones Liam or Zayn, depending on what mood he's in.

So, that's what he does, he goes to bed and sleeps just fine, body facing the gun in case he needs to grab it.

***

"Louis!" Someone yells, tapping his shoulder, and he's suddenly awake, throwing them to the ground and proceeds to start beating them up. And he's not even properly awake yet. "Mate- Stop- It's me!"

Louis pauses. "Again, Liam? Seriously? Have you not learned?" 

"Eh, wakes you up, kick in the ribs every morning." Liam says, pushing him off and getting up off the floor, fixing the carpet and attempting to fix the Liam-shaped dent that is now permanent. "Every. Morning."

"One of these days I'm grabbing that gun." Louis mutters.

"Then who will defend you when you opt to make out with a target in lieu of murdering him?" Liam asks, ruffling Louis' hair, and Louis rugby tackles him to the ground, hitting him over the head with a book in the process. "Ow! Louis- fuck sake. I was joking."

"I wasn't." Louis growls, reaching for his gun, and Liam finally overpowers him, pushing him to the ground and holding him down by the neck.

"Are you going to act normal?" Liam asks, as Louis struggles and kicks him. Liam doesn't flinch, he never does. Louis himself is rather strong, but Liam's just a fucking tank. He's half convinced the man was created as an android to be used to destroy enemies, and his larger than average dick is just a huge bonus that his creator added.

"Possibly." Louis says, managing to kick Liam in the face. Liam puts all his weight on Louis' legs.

A/N: Just to be clear, Louis and Liam are not a couple. They're friends who occasionally hook up. As with Louis and Zayn. For Liam, Louis bottoms. For Zayn, Louis tops. That's what the "depending on what mood he's in" comment is about.

"Louis." Liam says. Hie voice has taken on the usual 'exasperated daddy' tone.

"Maybe you'll have to fuck some sense into me." Louis teases.

Liam rolls his eyes.

***

They end up late to work, and Liam was a little rougher than usual, and will not stop snickering at his slight limp.

"I hate you." Louis grumbles.

"Sure you do." Liam chuckles. 

Louis shoves him, then walks into the building.

"Louis!" Louis nods, greeting his boss and following him into the meeting room. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"You have another chance with that target."