Keep it a Secret (An L.S mafia story)

CHAPTER 1

A/N- Welcome to chapter 1. I'm casually on a call with my best friend who's going through all her things and showing me literally everything (she thinks she's cleaning, she's making a bigger mess.) This is dedicated to her.

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"Tomlinson?" said Des Styles and Louis turned around to face him. "While your sisters are working with my daughter, you will work with my son, Harry. Tell him I sent you and he might not hurt you as much,"

"Wha-" Louis started but the man was already gone. Louis sighed. Then, his younger sister, Lottie  -who had overheard the conversation- walked the short distance to him.

"Good luck, Lou! Gemma sounds the dream," Lottie snorted, putting emphasis on 'the dream'.

Louis loved all his sisters half to death, but he was always closest to Lottie. They were inseparable when they were younger.

Louis flipped her off after checking no one important was looking and Lottie let out a loud.laugh before waving her older brother off .

Louis followed the directions he was given (but theres only one direction.. hehe) to go to Harry's room.

When he got there, he knocked on the door and got no answer so he opened the door and walked in.

"Styles?"

No reply.

Louis took a look around the room; it was amazing. There were light blue LEDs on the top corners of the room, a double bed in the centre-back of the room, a bedside table, a cupboard and a desk, full with expensive technology that Louis could never afford.

Then suddenly, a sharp object attacked at Louis' throat and his hands were roughly pinned behind his back.

"Explain," a low, monotone voice growled, warm breath causing goosebumps on Louis' neck.

"Hello to you too.." squeaked Louis sassily. At that the  dagger was pushed further into his skin, grazing it slightly. "Alright, alright! Ok, calm down! I mean look at me, I couldn't hurt you if I tried! Harry Styles?"

Thee man just growled in return.

"Taking that as a yes. Your dad sent me. I'm a, um, slave here. Me n' my sisters,"

"So you're Austin's son?

"He is not my dad. Don't mention him in my presence," Louis spat, tensing up at the thought of his late father.

You really don't like him, do you? Well, good. He was full of shit anyway," Harry decided.

"Tell me about it! Now, if you would kindly remove your weapon from my throat because I'm not really in the mood to die today,"

Harry laughed.

"You're feisty! Have the nerve to talk like that to a future mafia boss? I literally have a knife pressed to your neck right now. Really worth risking it?"

"Mm, yeah,"

"What's your name anyway?"

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson,"

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Harry finally let go of his grip on Louis and Louis immediately turned around to see a gorgeous man stood in front of him. He was tall, and had brown curls that were long and reached his shoulders. His eyes were as green as an emerald and he must've been in his early twenties. Louis felt like he should not have the privilege to look at him.

And fucking shit he was hot.

Louis you're straight.

"Shit, you're kinda cute," Harry said casually, checking Louis out.