"You're going insane Harry." He nods. "I knew that. But I heard it."
"How do you know it wasn't just some random person?" He stops where he's stood. "When we were stuck down there for a few months together we came up with a whistle, if she was in trouble she would whistle. Like a song so it didn't seem obvious. That song. I'd go rescue her."
"You knew her?" He nods. "Yeah. I mean I didn't know her name of course we weren't allowed to but when I saw the picture the other day it took me hours to remember where'd I'd seen her."
He was whistling like an idiot. "Dogs are going to be chasing us soon."
"You don't believe me." I was ready to tell the truth. Ready to say no. But then I heard it.
"She's in the fucking warehouse." I could feel his pulse against my wrist, it was beating faster than mine. "Okay- okay Harry I know you worked with him but I've known this man since birth okay. Please you have to let me get us in."
"Yeah, no I was going to. Trust you better than I trust myself." He laughs, I check through the keyhole finding the one singular spot light.
Nobody there. I think it was just there to keep the place lit up. She was afraid of the dark, not even that would suffice. "Okay. Hold on I have to go back and rethink."
He nods. "It's cool baby. Just- you know. Do it quicker."
My god there was just so many things, the man never shuts up. "Okay, okay no- okay— fuck, I can't think. Fuck fuck fuck- no, fuck this let's go."
"You got your bat. We're fine." I pull the knife from my shoe handing it to him. "That's just in there?"
"Yeah don't lose it, Zayn got me that it's all I got left so just, be gentle." Kicking the door open I heard the gun click. "17, 6 and 57."
"What's that?" He whispered. "17 guards, 6 ways out. Page 57. All warehouse hostages are held only in emergency situations, when he's not there to fix the shit that goes wrong. Meaning he's missing."
"You remembered that book? It's like 800 pages long." Swinging the bat the guy falls into the knife without Harry trying to focus. "Ew, gross okay."
"Page 92, all warehouse orders are taken up by the head office. That's Zayns office— meaning Zayn knew she was here- he texted me. I- oh my god he texted me- she's only been here a few hours. Oh god."
"Stand down!" His voice echoed. "Hey! No! You lay a single fucking hand on her and I will make you wish you were fucking dead you piece of shit! Louis! My god have I missed you."
"Where's Riley?" He shrugs. "Off rebelling against the people. Probably attacking Niall. How's Liam? Still as cute as ever?"
"Come home Z, he misses you." He nods. "I will have them kill you on the spot." She was gone. I looked away for a second.
"Harry. Glad you could get him here. Very happy you found it." I went pale. "What?"
"No I'm kidding. Riley!" It took a second, one second— the entire place that was swarmed with guards, dropped dead. Literally. "Did you see his face, oh that was good— Ohh, I love that face I miss it. Nai! It's okay now!"
She was just stood there at the door. My heart sank into my stomach, smacking my hand against my chest. "Daddy!" She screams, I kneel down picking her up as she jumps at me.
"Oh my god I've missed you. I'm never letting you out of my sight again. Never ever letting you go again. Ever. I missed you Angel."
"I miss you." Kissing her cheek over and over I eventually let her go. "Charming!"
"Hiya princess." Harry throws her up, hugging her almost as tight as I did. "Why'd you do that?" I stood up look over at Zayn as he made his way over. "R-13."
"R-13? That's the bomb disposal room?" He nods. "That was her name on file. Riley snapped, so we tricked a few guards, made them follow us down here. I'm so sorry."
"Are you coming home?" Riley stands by his side. "Is Niall gonna be there?"
"Mmm, probably he kinda lived there you know it's just- it's kinda- his house." She huffs. "Then I'm not going." Zayn rolls his eyes. "You and I both know that's not true. You literally killed a girl yesterday because she said Niall had a cute face and then asked him out."
"Okay that doesn't- that wasn't even the reason. I was just in a mood and she was in the area." Zayns eyes went wide. "In the area?! Mate the girl lives near fucking Old Trafford."
"In Manchester?" I asked. "Yeah. She went all that way. And for what? Exactly. Dickhead likes him and won't admit it because they like to argue."
"No he likes to argue." He mimics her like a two year old. "Okay- are you two quite done? I would like to go home now."
"You're a changed man, you're all glowing." Zayn swipes his hand across my face. "The blood of man face mask really does that."
"What? Why would it be on your face. Louis you're not really the type to kill without the whole charade, the gloves and the mask and the suit and the precise cutting of the p-"
"Okay. I think, we've all heard enough. Can we leave now?" I start to walk away, taking Nia away from Harry. "Hey-"
"No, you saw her- probably on her birthday too, so no." He huffs. "Only last year."
"Oh you're so pretty," I hug her tighter. "You are so pretty and beautiful and I love you. Oh you grew so much. I'll have to mark it off on the door. You're so big now."
I start to kiss her cheek over and over. "So pretty, my little Angel baby I love you. I love you so much."
"Harry is taller," she pulls him to my side, measuring us both like it wasn't completely obvious. "I thought you were taller."
"I wish I was taller Angel. But hopefully you get your mamas genes and you don't stop at 5 nothing. Seems the Latina blood on her side has a thing for growth."
"I'm growing!" She growls at me.
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Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction"He's dead." Harry whispered. "That's the idea." "He's dead." He repeats. "I mean his eyes are separate from his sockets and his spleen is somewhere mixed in with his teeth. So yes." "You killed him!" He points. "Don't point what if he's shy." "Oh...
