violent delights ➶ larry

prologue

The day Louis Tomlinson bumped into Harry Styles was the best and worst day of his life.

He was pulling his biggest heist that he has done so far. He was robbing a bank. He's never done something so extreme before and him being honest, it was exhilarating.

The morning of the robbery was just another gloomy November day in London. He and his friends had been planning this for months, wanting to get every little detail perfect.

He's done things before as in selling drugs, robbing stores, but it didn't amount to this. He was going to be known, notoriously, but still known nonetheless.

He was hyper aware of everything that evening. Him, Zayn, and Liam were all bouncing off the walls with excitement. They had duffel bags and ski masks and some guns. Louis was hoping he wouldn't have to use the last item.

They all clambered into the car Zayn snagged from the fancier parts of London. It was a beautiful masterpiece really. He was astonished when Zayn came into the driveway in a sleek black 1969 Dodge Charger.

Louis slipped into the drivers seat, letting Liam and Zayn bicker over shotgun. He waited anxiously, his worries slowly creeping up on him. What if they messed up? What if they get caught and go to prison?

He shook his head, willing himself to stop thinking. Finally, Liam smugly sat in the front with Louis while Zayn sat in the back.

They drove in silence, the quiet hum of the radio playing softly the only noise.

"Everyone know the plan?" Liam asks, tapping his fingers on the dashboard. Louis and Zayn nod, smiles spreading on their faces.

When they reached Rothchilds Bank, Louis was suddenly a bit overwhelmed. He stared at the glass building with curious eyes.

"Fifteen minutes. Start your watches." Louis says, fiddling with his wristwatch, placing a timer for fifteen minutes. The two other boys follow suit. They get out quickly, the night air feeling brisk against his skin. From where they stood Louis could spot the guards walking aimlessly outside the compound. Louis waited patiently for the guards to change shifts, giving them at least two minutes until the next guard arrived.

The three of them were sporting ski masks. Once the guard left Zayn was the first one to make a run for the entrance, shattering the glass with the butt of his gun, not caring if he made any noise. Louis winced at the sound of glass breaking before following Zayn and Liam into the compound. It was dark, the only light coming from lamps.

They silently ran through the building, almost never running into someone else. When a guard came around the corner, Zayn shot him without a seconds hesitation. They walked over his body, running towards the vault located in the back of the bank.

Twelve minutes.

They hurried, Liam running to the vault and shooting two more guards in the process. Louis' heart was beating frantically, perspiration running down the back of his neck.

Ten minutes.

He stood by Liam as he unlocked the vault, through a mass of codes and tricks that Louis will never understand and then the faint click of the door unlocking sounded through the empty building.

Nine minutes.

They opened the vault door, running to a caged room where their glory days awaited them. Liam went to work again, unlocking the next door and Louis waited impatiently.

Seven minutes.

He had the door opened and the three rushed into the room, smiling at each other under their masks and got to work loading the cash into their bags.

When they were done, they let out an excited noise and turned to leave.

A click was heard and when Louis turned to look, a barrel of a pistol was staring back at him. His eyes trailed up to the holder, being met with glistening green eyes and a mess of curls falling past his shoulders. He smirked at Louis, finger hovering over the trigger.

"I believe you have something in those bags that belong to me."