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Liam: morning officer Harry.

Harry: did something happen? 

Zayn: I wanted to check on Louis 

Harry: come in.

*Zayn enters and Harry walks in the kitchen*

Harry: your lawyer cares about you Mr Louis. 

*Louis looks at Zayn surprised and Harry picks Ema up*

Harry: come with papa yeah?

Ema: yes.

*They leave the kitchen and Louis looks at Zayn frowned*

Louis: what?

Zayn: how are you?

Louis: since when do you care?

Zayn looks at Liam: see babe, this is what I have to deal with.

Louis: babe?? Wait… Babe? Oh God don't tell me you agreed to handle this shit.

*Liam laughs and Zayn giggles*

Zayn: I'm gonna give up.

Liam: well the energy is definitely there.

Louis: I might have not killed those people because I wanted to but my energy is mine. No really, are you together? 

Liam: we are.

Louis: I'm sorry for you Liam man. Really sorry. I mean, if you ever need someone to kill him, call me and I'll do it.

*Zayn hides his face in his hands laughing*

Zayn: where is Harry to arrest him?

Louis: haha. Shut up.

Liam laughs: when you said he's something else I didn't think he's really that… something else.

Zayn: do you have any ex he knows babe? If you do, you'll become his number one enemy.

Louis: not true. No one can take your place, idiot. 

Zayn: right. 

Liam giggles: I like him

*Louis bursts into laughing*

Louis: HAH Stupid shit.

Zayn laughs: oh c'mon. 

Liam: where did mr. Harry disappear? 

Louis: um… he's with Ema.

Liam: why?

Louis: he's changing her. Probably. 

Liam: and how is it to stay with him?

Louis: torturing.

Zayn laughs: sorry I saw something funny 

Louis: torturing. It's worse than prison

Liam: yeah? You seem pretty happy.

Louis: um this is my… coping mechanism. 

Zayn: mhm

*Louis gives him a killing look*

Zayn: what? Is true. Totally his coping mechanism. 

Liam: yeah. He cooks for you?

Louis: well I saved his life… at least he feeds me.

Zayn: Yeahhh 

Louis: what's your problem?

*Zayn points to his neck smoothly*

Zayn: nothing. 

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