The wanted murderer L.S.

Dove's Waltz.

Louis waved back at Harry, sat in the fig tree. He laughed, jumped up and down, and went back inside to get dressed. He walked out of the front door a few minutes later, patting Lilly on the head and telling him to stay quiet, and that he'd be back later.

Harry was waiting patiently, shoulder leant against one of the posts that held the roof above the doorstep, and feet crossed at the ankle. He blew the smoke from his cigarette away from Louis and the dog before nodding to the animal.

"Is that Lilly?" he asked.

Louis nodded and stepped aside so Harry could pet the dog. He did so, crouching down and massaging the dog behind the ears, making it groan.

"Good boy." Harry said, speaking quietly as to not wake anyone, "I had one once. Old English sheepdog called Beth. The farmer who lived down the road gave me her for my sixth birthday. He said that Beth wouldn't make it to her first birthday because she was disabled -couldn't walk properly.
It came as a surprise when she lived her full and peaceful life."

Harry smiled at the dog while he spoke, and Louis smiled at Harry. After a moment, Harry laughed softly, shaking his head, and stood up.

"We should go." He said, bending down again to pick his cigarette up from the flowerpot he'd placed it on. "Paradise doesn't wait."

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Harry's motorbike was driven down the river Thames-where Louis had slipped in and out of daydreams while looking at the city lights reflect on the water-and through tall brick buildings in the rougher area of London where Louis had never been before. The bike stopped on the pavement down a grimy street where there was no other person, and the only sign of life was a stray rummaging in a nearby bin.

Both Harry and Louis got off the bike, looking at the dog curiously. Harry continued to watch it while he pushed the bike to a small gap between two of the buildings. The widest part of the bike just about fit as he steered it through. He beckoned Louis to follow, which Louis did.

Louis had always believed that everyone had a gift-Niall's was his ability to ride a bicycle down a grassy hill with no brakes, Liam's was to be likeable even though he made all of the wrong decisions, and Zayn's was to not be in jail, even after doing the unmentionable-yet-questionable-thing he did in secondary school that one time.

Louis, while watching the motorbike disappear behind a large yellow skip, decided that Harry's gift was to find abandoned carparks.

Harry walked back out from behind the skip, stood by Louis' side with his hands on his hips, paced up and down a few times until he decided that no one would see the bike, should anyone happen to come down this dark alleyway in the middle of the night looking for it.

He nodded, and took Louis' hand, leading him to a gap in the barbed wire fence that surrounded the carpark. It was dark-very dark-and Louis could barely see the wall that was right in front of his face when he crawled through the gap. In fact, he was certain that he'd not have seen it, had Harry not have jumped onto a wheelie bin and clambered onto it.

"You coming or what?" The man asked, putting a hand down to Louis.

Louis took it, and climbed onto the bin, crawling onto the wall and watching Harry jump down the other side to a grassy mound below. Louis followed, skipping after Harry as the man walked over the grass with purpose.

Louis could barely see his own hand in front of his face, let alone the place Harry was walking to.
All he could see when he looked ahead was a huge black silhouette starting from the ground, and fading somewhere into the night sky. It was so huge in fact, that he couldn't decide if it was real or an illusion.