Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch 7; Vegas.

"Vegas, seriously?" Liam groans.

"Of course he's in Vegas." Zayn mutters. "Dramatic, flamboyant and slutty crossdresser? That's Vegas all over."

Louis snorts. They're waiting to board, complaining about having to fly all the way to Las Vegas for a manhunt.

Louis' legs are still killing him, and Liam ended up getting a wheelchair (from where, Louis doesn't know) for him, and has been very adamant that Louis not stand up. 

"Can we smoke on the plane?" Zayn asks Liam. 

"No, idiot." Louis snaps.

"Just because you're now shorter than ever doesn't mean you can yell at us, Louis. God." Zayn huffs, rolling his eyes. Louis takes a swipe at him, unfortunately, he narrowly misses hitting him in the balls.

"Stop fighting! God, you're acting like children." Liam huffs.

The plane starts boarding, and Louis stops trying to murder Zayn's future children.

***

He wakes up om his stomach underneath Liam, with Zayn plastered to his side, leg thrown over Louis' upper thighs, interlocked with Liam's.

Liam's arms are around him, Zayn's face in the crook of his neck.

He wriggles out from beneath the two, standing up.

And, oh shit. 

A shooting pain goes up his legs, and he falls.

He forgot about that part.

Liam wakes up, looking over his shoulder at Louis on the floor. "What happened you?" He asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Zayn sleeps on, cuddling the pillow now. 

"Forgot about my legs, fell." Louis mutters. "A little help, Li?"

Liam stands up, stretching, and wanders over, picking Louis up easily. 

 Louis wraps his legs around Liam's waist, and Liam sits on the bed.

"Do you know why someone wants you dead?" Liam asks, keeping Louis on his lap. Maybe Louis cuddles the other man, who knows.

"I don't know. Revenge, maybe?" He suggests. "Probably assassinated a family member or summat."

"Probably." Liam agrees. 

***

- 1 Week Later -

They're still in Vegas, and still haven't found Harry. Louis' able to walk again, which is a bonus. 

"Where would he be?" Liam yells in frustration, kicking the pouffe (the leg rest thingy, not Louis or Zayn).

"My bet is a club, somewhere filled with people like him where he can blend in." Louis says. He doesn't have a plan, and just hopes he can somehow convince Liam to fake Harry's death. It's a long shot, but it's the only option, unfortunately.

"We should go, you know? Go to the biggest, loudest bar with the most crossdressers and sluts." Liam says, and Zayn chuckles.

"Wayyyyy ahead of you, babes." He says nonchalantly, flipping his laptop to show Liam. "He's at Big Dick's Halfway Inn, I'd say."

"And where is that?" Louis asks.

"Few streets away from here." Zayn says, and Liam nods. 

He walks over to their suitcase, pulling out a jacket. It's specially made, pockets for different weapons customised.