𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

7th of July, 2015

Louis Tomlinson

"You really need to learn when to stop, Harry."

"Excuse me?"

"J specifically said "Go find people who look like they'd work with us" not "Go talk to every person you see in a club and tell them every fucking thing about us".

"And when did he say that?"

"He literally stopped our plane leaving London for an hour to explain the importance of not exposing him. Did you not listen?"

"Of course not Louis, it was early in the morning and I was tired."

I roll my eyes at him and he -attempted- to trip me over as we kept walking.

Niall had to grab the back of my T-shirt to stop me plummeting to the ground and stabbing myself.

"What was that for?" I ask.

Harry shrugged. "Felt like it."

"You felt like tripping me up while I was carrying a knife?"

"Well I forgot about the knife."

"Sure you did."

"Shut the fuck up." Niall said from behind us, adjusting the backpack hung over his shoulder.

"Tell that to Harry because he can't stop talking."

"I'll give you a reason to stop fucking talking."

"What are you gonna do, Harry?"

"Take the gun from Niall's bag."

"You can't use a gun." I laugh.

"I only need to find out how to take the safety off. Isn't rocket science from there; point and shoot."

"Can you stop arguing over how you'll kill eachother? You're giving me a headache." Liam complained.

"It might be the unconscious man you're carrying on your shoulder that's giving you a headache, Liam." Harry suggested.

"That's really not how a headache works, Harry." Niall reminds him.

"Can someone explain what we're doing? Because I haven't a clue." Liam spoke up.

"Killing the man hung over your shoulder." Niall said bluntly.

"And why are we doing that?"

"God you're full of questions aren't you? We're killing him because Harry blew our cover and apparently he's a police officer." I say.

"That still doesn't explain why we're killing him-"

"Because he now knows everything about us and J. And I very clearly set the options out for him, saying "you can work with us or we'll have to kill you" and his smart response was "I'm going to get y'all arrested." So here we are, Liam." I mimicked his Texas accent as I quoted him, which confused me as to why he was in North Dakota.

"And who's at fault for that?" Niall looked over at Harry.

"I talk a lot when I'm drunk." Was Harry's response.

"That's nothing new." I mutter to myself.