Louis glanced around the blinding white halls of the hospice center that was located virtually right next door to the hospital.
The bag he had containing recording security equipment slung easily over his shoulder and the recording device he had attached to him, made Louis look like an ordinary person that was simply going to visit their sick loved one.
Well, it didn't raise eye brows. Not even the hat and dark sunglasses he had on. That he could contribute to a long night of drinking; sensitive eyes or something like that.
Walking into a large open room with a huge circular check-in that held no less than fifteen chairs with computers in front of each one, a person stationed at every computer was also apparent. Some were off doing tasks, Louis counted eight people sitting perpendicular from one another, curving around until the back of it opened, revealing the people behind could step out without much fuss.
Louis noticed how everything down to the pens were white or black. A mix of color sprinkled within; the exceptions being some bright paintings hanging sporadically around.
The halls were huge too. At least six different directional hallways. One left, another right or another going in between. It made a pattern of a double pitchfork going two separate directions.
He came up to one of the young girls typing on the computer. She stopped, noticing Louis was in front.
She wore a smile at his approach.
"Hi, who are you here to see?" She asked kindly, handing him a sign in sheet. "Just need your name and the person you are visiting's name. That way, we can put it into the system for security reference." She explained, looking into Louis' dark sunglasses.
Louis didn't smile. He kept his face neutral; his business was direct and he hated that he had to remain so formal with this visit.
"I'm Harry Styles, I'm here to see me mum, Ann Twist." Louis lied smoothly, handing her a fake ID that Jinx made him that morning.
It would fool anyone and even went back to Harry's real address.
The only thing really replaced were the picture and physical appearance on the ID itself.
No one would believe Louis Tomlinson was 6'2 with green eyes and brown hair.
Nah. Best keep with true physics when an ID was concerned; only thing Louis would lie about is if the ID had required his penis size.
He'd swear he was an eleven incher all the way – although, he'd probably say ten as eleven seemed a tad bit too intense for some women.
He chuckled at the thought of actually having something so ridiculous on his ID.
Just like weight. If boob size and weight were included – there'd be a lot of female liars out there.
Hex Lavender included.
He cleared his throat at the wayward thought and pushed it from his mind.
"Aw! So, you're the son she's been gushing about? You know, she's been wondering when you'd stop by. Ohawh! She's going to be so surprised!" The girl squealed excitedly tapping her feet back to forth, smiling wider when she wrote down the information and tore it from the pad. "Lots of families don't visit their sick ones once they come to this ward; believe it or not. You're such a kind son!"
Louis nodded, ignoring the last thing the girl had told him. It was a sad truth and if Harry could be trusted to be untied from his restraint belt, Louis was almost positive he could convince Hex to allow Harry one last visit; but the younger lad couldn't be trusted and he would find later on that cooperation earned him far more rewards than defiance.
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Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang
General FictionHe wasn't their target but became one when one intentional mistake became his new life. Now, he must either prove his loyalty and survive or if the female leader so choses; end it and be done with the sarcastic, sly and somewhat infuriating human. M...
