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The Cop And The Bad Boy {Larry Smut}

Summary: Version of the fast and the furious

Harry likes to race cars.

Louis' job is to arrest people like Harry.

Rated: NC-17

Warning: I do not own One Direction, Smut, Dirty Talking

"Go," yelled the man who stood in between the four cars.

Harry, as always, was the first one to start. He didn't look left or right, but all eyes were on him and he knew it.

He didn't have an ego but he was well built. He was wearing a black tank top that showed off his muscles and a pair of black skinny jeans with white converse. He was around 5'10" ; the tank top he was wearing was tight enough to show his chiseled abs.

He'd been racing with his father since he was 12 years old. Well not necessarily racing, but he helped his father with the cars. He really started to race when he was 15; the same year his dad died.

Since his dad died the year he started to race, Harry wants to win every race he goes into. His determination helped; now he's won every race and this one will be no different.

He passes through the first checkpoint perfectly and the cars behind him are trying to pass him but they just can't.

He gets a thrill from how fast his car is going. The way the streets go passed him and he has only a mere second to examine them before they're gone. He feels in control, just like he wants to.

As he passes the finish line, he gets a feeling of accomplishment. Racing is what he lives for.

He hears the crowd cheering and sees the crowd gathering around his car. He shows his dimpled grin as his heart beat settles.

"That's my man," says Hector as he gets out of the car. He laughs and just nods; all he can do while he basks in his glory. Hector hands him the money and he checks it out real quick.

"Hi baby," says a familiar blonde as she clings to his arm. He inwardly groans. It's not that he doesn't like girls, because yes he does like girls they're girls and they're incredible. However, he prefers the feeling of tan muscles as he grabs an arm, he prefers a well-built body, and he definitely likes the feeling of a hard big cock passing through him, feeling exposed to someone intimately while they enter him.

"Hey," he says chuckling nervously as he detaches himself from her.

"Why don't we go back to your pla-," she begins but is quickly cut off by a few people yelling 'Cops'.

He hears the sirens coming closer. "Sorry babe not tonight," he says as he gets in the car rapidly. "Not anytime," he mutters as he drives to a parking garage that's close by.

He turns quickly at the stop sign and makes a sharp right turn into the garage while the cop car passes. Stupid, he thinks. He goes all they way to the top knowing that's the safest.

Harry gets out out of the car and puts on his leather jacket then he begins walking. It would've been a smart idea, but the problem is that every cop knows Harry's curls and that face.

"Styles," yells a high-pitched voice.

Dammit.

He starts running because that's the only thing he can do. He hears foot steps gaining speed behind him and is a cop really that stupid to get off his car and chase him? As he runs he groans frustratedly; its a dead end.

When he turns around to start running and try to beat the cop, he's pinned to the wall instead.

He looks up into the bluest eyes he's ever seen that are staring back at him.