The wanted murderer L.S.

Water torture.

Louis sat on the curb in the old carpark behind Jubilee Court, looking incredibly out of place amongst the cluster of mobsters in his rainbow shirt with a train printed on it, bright red dungarees and Burberry coat. He rocked back and forth, cracking his knuckles and looking up at the building. It loomed over him in the darkness, seemingly closing in on the people waiting in the carpark. No one was really sure of what they were waiting for, nor what was going on inside the Court, but it was quiet in there. Deathly quiet.

"Hey." A man said to Louis as he took a seat beside him. Louis recognised him. He'd been in the underground carpark once, on the day that the Girl in Velvet had died. "Fag?"

"Excuse me?!" Louis replied,
"Do you want one? Do you smoke? I've got a joint, otherwise."
"Oh."
"Here. Take it."

"He doesn't smoke. I'll take that from you, though. On his behalf." Zayn replied from a few feet away where he sat with Liam. Although Louis didn't condone drugs, he was rather grateful that the mere whiff of cannabis could summon Zayn like a drugged up genie.

Zayn reached out and the man gave him the joint. He tucked it between his teeth, tapping his pockets before looking at Louis and sighing. Louis laughed quietly, knowing perfectly well who must've taken Zayn's lighter. Liam turned his face when Zayn sighed, and took the man's jaw in his hand. They pressed the tips of their cigarettes together, setting the joint alight.

"How are you feeling, Louis?" Zayn asked, smiling kindly.

"I don't really know.." Louis replied. He pulled his knees up and leant on the car parked behind him, "Scared."

"Tell me."

"I'm scared of what I'm going to see when 1 go back in there. Maybe they'll have found a way to escape and the room'll be empty. Maybe they'll band together kill us. Maybe, they've all killed each other. I don't know. I want Harry."

"You really like that junkie, don't you?" Zayn said, leaning his chin on his hand, "I doubted it when you first told me. I thought you two were so different that it couldn't have been real. I wondered if Harry was using you for something."

"Oh.." Louis said, his face sinking into a frown,
"Why would you think that?"

Zayn shrugged, "People aren't always who you think they are. Many have ulterior motives.. Harry charmed me once to get me to work for him. I was worried that he'd do the same thing to you."

"Well, he didn't." Louis said.
"No. He didn't." Zayn replied. "Because he really does love you. Always has."

A smile crept on his face before he chose to hide it behind the joint.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Louis asked, pulling his knees up closer to his chest.

Zayn shook his head. "I'm not. I'm just thinking about something."

"About what?

"The feeling of fucking relief I felt when he was talking to me about you. He was going on and on— Louis this, Louis that-and it dawned on me that his feelings were genuine, and that you two aren't so different, after all."

"Are you really engaged to him?" Liam asked, eyeing Louis in a very inspecting manner.

Louis shrugged, looking down at his ring. "I don't know if we'll be able to get married. I don't know if after tonight, I'll have someone to marry. I don't even know if Harry has his ring on."

Louis was cut short by a loud cracking noise from the building, so loud in fact that every gang member in the carpark instinctively pointed their guns at the door. They waited there for a moment, before placing themselves back in their surroundings and remembering who was in the building.