panic [larry stylinson] ✔️

13.

Louis was extremely agitated, and it wasn't hard to tell from the amount of pouting he was doing, along with the constant input of furrowed eyebrows.

He was currently in some kind of meeting with a whole lot of adult stuff, such as a power point presentation and a ton of spinny chairs where white men sat with briefcases. He was in the chair next to Harry wearing a dress out of all outfits, and it stopped just above his knee, the color a hot pink that some of the strangers could not get enough of. Louis had tried to convince Harry not to make him wear this dress, for it was stripping him off the dignity he had left, but Harry had only smiled and said that Louis was his prize piece.

Something to show off.

Louis had been trying to search for a reasonable exit so that he could escape and call for help, but security guards were blocking all of the doors to make sure that he didn't pull anything. Harry's workers knew that he was being kidnapped also, but they were too busy discussing something that Louis certainly wasn't interested in, and he was about ready to fall asleep. Each time he closed his eyes, Harry would squeeze his thigh and keep it there until the next man started to speak, causing Louis to go stiff and jolt awake.

"So you're telling me that these drugs won't be able to be delivered before the fifth of August?" asked Harry sternly, causing Louis to gasp frantically and the workers in the room to finally look his way.

"Are you some kind of druglord?"

One of the workers, who had dark brown hair and squinty eyes, raised his eyebrow with interest at Louis while licking his lips. "Mr.Styles, who might this be?"

Harry growled underneath his breath and pulled Louis' out of his chair before sitting him on his lap, shooting the guy with dark brown hair a forced smile while looking deadly. "This is Louis, specifically, my Louis."

Louis shifted uncomfortably in his new-found spot and tried to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room, flinching at how possessive Harry's choice of words were. He wasn't an object and he didn't like to be paraded around like it, but he kept his mouth shut like he was asked and leaned back against Harry's check. He needed to play this little game for just a little while and he'll be free.

Another man joined in and had black curly hair along with rich blue eyes, which were scaring Louis to an extent. "That the little YouTube boy that Malik gave you to pay off his debts?"

Zayn was into drugs? Louis thought angrily. He hadn't really seen Zayn take anything or smoke weed at home, but of course he was barely there, and he knew how much Louis hated it. He figured that he hadn't known much about Zayn as he thought he did, and that really saddened him. Was he really that bad of a friend to not have noticed?

"Yes." said Harry huskily. "Now can we get back to the task at hand? Will these drugs be delivered before time?"

A man with big glasses and a sweating problems pointed towards the powerpoint with a worried look, shaking his head. "No, Mr.Styles. There's a high chance of our main guy being caught while doing the exchange, and he has a parole officer."

Harry stared grimly at the man and then snapped his fingers, keeping his eyes on the man as the security guard made their way over and took out a gun. Louis' eyes widened and he looked around the table to see if anyone was feeling the way he was feeling, nearly screaming when he realized that they were probably use to this kind of stuff. Death. The security guard placed the gun to the man's temple and pulled the trigger, watching lamely as the man fell to the floor with a thud.

"I don't like that kind of negativity in my meetings. Does anyone else have something to say about how they can not be distributed before my due date?" questioned Harry while looking around the table, smirking when everyone kept silent and looked away. "Good. I'll speak with you all next week when you figure this out. If you fail to show up, know that the consequences will be severe."

What's with this man and consequences being severe?

As soon as all of the men left out from the room, Louis moved off of Harry's lap and tried to get away quickly, only to be pulled by the hand and back onto Harry's lap. He was facing the younger boy with fear pouring from his eyes, his wrist being enclosed by two large hands to force him down.

"Was that your plan?" asked Harry with amusement. "To run out of the door?"

"I-I wasn't going to run." said Louis softly, trying to keep his voice uplifted so that he wouldn't blow his cover immediately. Being that he was sitting on the lap of Harry, he counted to three before he began to grind down on his crotch, watching as Harry's eyes widened. "I was going to lock the door."

Louis held in his excited scream because this was actually going to work. He knew that the easiest way to distract a hormonal teen was to give him exactly what he wanted. He was going to be out of here in no time if he kept this up, or so he thinks.

Harry swiped his tongue across his bottom lip hungrily as he watched Louis move above him, moving his hands down so that he was gripping his waist instead. "Wouldn't be bad if someone were to walk in on us, would it?"

Louis leaned forward carefully until their lips were both brushing across each other's, his cool breath sending shivers down Harry's spine. "Is it bad that I kind of want you to fuck me on the table?"

The curly haired boy's eyes fluttered before closing from being in total bliss, his hands starting to roam up Louis' thick milky thighs so that he could get to what was underneath the dress. When Harry's fingers were prying at the hem of the dress, Louis found this as a perfect opportunity to punch him in the dick, his fist colliding with Harry's crotch quickly before sliding off of his lap.

Harry groaned and leaned over as Louis rushed out of the door, feeling every bone in his body pumping against his skin from how powerful he was feeling. His heart beat erratically against his chest as he saw a large door at the end of the hall, his feet moving as fast as they could to freedom. I'm going to make it. I'm going to make it.

That was until he wasn't.

A large man with a grey suit on stepped in front of him and grabbed his arm roughly, sticking a gun to the side of his head with an unreadable expression on his face. "This yours, Styles?"

Harry came walking down the hall with his lips pursed angrily, his eyes glued to Louis with such intensity that he could've burned a hole through his body. Louis shut his eyes tightly and resisted the urge to cry due to his stupidity. How could he think that no one would be guarding this place? How could he be so-

"Stupid. You're so stupid, Louis. Did you think that you'd get away from me?" shouted Harry angrily, his fists clenched while hanging to his sides, the veins popping out of his skin. The whole sight was scary to look at, and so Louis tried to avoid eye contact. "Answer my fucking question!"

"At the time." whispered Louis breathily.

"I could just hurt you right now. I want to hurt you so bad." said Harry lividly, ignoring the sound of desperation that was plagued in Louis' voice from the next words he spoke. "But I won't."

"Thank God. I won't do it again, I'm sorry-"

"Because Anthony here will. Bring him back to my place in about an hour after you're done, will you? I'll see you later, Louis."

NOTE: WHAT AN IDIOT.

QUESTION: guess what came in the mail today???