Larry Stylinson | Fanfics

Don't Be Gone Too Long

Written by: valley_princess (Ao3)

Summary:

"Looks can be deceiving." Harry replies simply
Louis senses Harry being evasive and tries for a different technique.
"Well you look like you could show me a good time. Spread my legs apart, trail your long fingers down my body and fuck me into submission. I hope I'm not being deceived." Louis says eyes blazing.
Harry doesn't reply.

Work Text:

Louis' hands are cuffed behind his back, his front pressed to the ground. He isn't bothering to struggle. He's always liked it rough.
"Do you understand what is happening Tomlinson?" A gruff voice barks in his ear.
"I don't know. You tell me." he spits as the side of his face grazes against the rough ground.
"After so long of you slipping through our fingers, we've finally gotcha. This is gonna look great in my file." the officer smirks.
"What exactly would I be guilty of? I know my rights!"
"Give it up tomlinson. You're done. Your drug ring has been infiltrated."
"By who?" his voice is growing colder by the second because he knows who it is.
"'Fraid I can't tell ya."

The officer hauls Louis up from the ground into a standing position and leads him towards the police car. Louis walks in the direction the officer is steering him wondering where he went wrong. His mind flashes back to those careless nights of coke and other drugs of the sort, laid out and ready to deal. He'd be lying if he said he never dabbled in it from time to time but he is smart enough to know never to get high on his own stash. A notorious figure Louis had become. Aged 24 now he had become the most in demand drug supplier in London with a ring of people whom he trusted. Louis wasn't for unnecessary violence. he tended to leave that to the lower ranked people. He was compassionate and loved his mother Jay, who knew nothing of the activity Louis was a part of. He had been in the business for 8 years and at age 22 he had lived through a golden age of prosperity where his business was at it's peak.

As the car pulled up to the prison Louis started to wonder if all of his ways were worth it. Were all the riches and notoriety worth spending the rest of his life behind bars? He had not yet even had the chance to settle down with a nice person and have children, something he had always wanted. Louis had fucked his way through London and had not formed attachment to anyone. He always reasoned that he would meet someone when the time came but now as he is walking into the grey, dreary and bleak prison to be caged within bars, his faith had shattered into tiny shards.
The officers are going through the motions, taking his name, fingerprint and possessions, filing them away. He feels like all he is is a name in a book, one in a million. He isn't the Louis Tomlinson anymore.

He is given overalls to change into and he snaps, this is the last straw. He won't lose his identity by dressing in the same way as every other inmate, refuses to become a mundane part of the system. He sees red and swings his fisted hand back and proceeds to bring it forward, landing a punch square on the nose of the guard who was responsible for giving him the change of clothes. His chest heaves up and down as his breath becomes ragged, his veins protruding on his wrists and neck. The other guards leap to attention and restrain him, holding his hands behind his back while another guard carries the injured one away. His nose is dripping with blood

"You never have any time for me anymore Harry! All you do is work. You constantly choose that place over your wife!" Anna cries in disgust
"You know that my schedule is full and that the work I do is important Anna, i'm not choosing anything over you. I love you." But even as the words leave his mouth he knows they aren't true. His tongue rests heavy in his mouth and his head is throbbing.
"If you love me then why haven't you made love to me in 2 years Harry? What happened? We used to be so good." She says resignedly as a single tear streams down her face.