Atomic (your hair is beautiful) - Larry [complete]

Chapter 3

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Half an hour and eleven fish tanks later, Harry was on his way to the Nemo fish. (No they were not called clown fish, what even are you saying??)

It was only after he'd searched almost every room for them, that he noticed the lack of people in the aquarium. Now that he thought of it, he hadn't seen a single person since his visit to the sharks, almost forty minutes ago.

Oh well, more Nemo fish for him! That is, if he could finally find them.

Lion fish again? Yep, Harry was definitely going in circles. Dizzy as it made him.

Black tile. White tile. Black tile. White tile. Bla- Oh no, Red tile! White tile. Black tile. White tile. Black Vans.

Black Vans?

Harry carefully examinated those shoes, noticing that they were attached to skin-tight black skinny's, a white, tattoo-revealing tank top to, oh what was his luck, none other than a smirking Louis Tomlinson's face.

"How lovely that we meet again, Curly!"

Behind him stood a fish tank full of, of-fucking-course, anemone fish, tags and starfish. Practically everything that Harry had been looking for these past couple of hours. Louis had put the tank on wheels and had probably been pulling it along with the pink skipping rope tied to it.

Harry didn't find it that lovely that they met again, so he said, "I don't find it that lovely that we meet again." and tried to look intimidating by squinting his eyes.

(Of course he ended up looking like a kitten again, but A+ for his efforts.)

Louis' smile only grew at that.

"What are you even doing here?" Harry huffed.

"Oh, you know, the usual 'veni, vidi, capi'. I saw these pretty Nemo fish, I liked these pretty Nemo fish, I took these pretty Nemo fish," Louis answered blasé, like he hadn't just committed a crime,

(And see, no one called them clown fish)

"What are you even gonna do with them? Are you going to burn the tank? The fish?!"

Louis tutted at him, "Curly, Curly, Curly. I'm not just some boring arsonist! What do you take me for?" He looked enormously scandalized that Harry had come to that conclusion.

"I just like pretty things," he continued matter-of-factly, "I like to take pretty things, these fish for example. I like to make things prettier by burning them, fire is one of the most pretty things in the world. Or I change things, make them more pretty," Louis sighed dreamily, "I just like pretty stuff, you know. Is that such a crime?"

(Yes, it was!)

"What do you mean with 'change' things?" Harry really hoped that Louis wouldn't paint the orange fish or anything...

"Do you remember when every electronic billboard in the country showed a picture of a dick with a christmas head on, this year, early March?"

"That was you!?"

Louis smirked as answer, making Harry's upper lip twitch.

He then let a tired breath out, gesturing with his hand for Harry to move to the side, "I'm sorry Curly, but can you take a step to the left, please? This tank is quite wide and we wouldn't wanna crush you now, do we?"

It was now Harry's time to mentally grin.

The moment he had spotted Louis here, he had begun to form a plan. A plan that was going to work and that could eventually reward him with a title of 'hero' from the people of England for (re)catching the most wanted criminal of the United Kingdom, possibly Europe.

You see, after Louis had violently taken Harry's, apparently useless, weapon last time, Harry had made sure to take hold of another one. One more useful. One for his plan.

He had sworn himself from that moment on that he'd be prepared on everything. So The boy had loaned (or alright, stolen) Liam's ID, taken his fingerprints and used his password (omfgzaynmalikissohot) to open the police offices weapon room. (Really, they had a room for everything.)

The room had been decorated with billions of different kind of guns, cuffs and other sophisticated gadgets, much cooler than Brat Pitt's in Mr & Mrs Smith. Harry had just taken a bit of everything, pushed it into his trousers and fled the room. No one had noticed.

(They had, but had blamed it on marmots eating the weapons.)

So the moment that Louis had ended his request, Harry pulled a 35mm gun right out of his pants.

"Oh," Louis mentioned, tapping with his index finger on his chin, "I was already wondering if that was a gun in your pants or if you were just happy to see me."

Harry didn't pay attention to that statement, because /obviously/ he had told the criminal that he hadn't found it that lovely that they had met again. Ugh criminals.

"This brings the score now to Louis 1, Harry 1000, don't you think?" Harry said instead, tilting his head to the side while pointing the gun right at the blue-eyed man's heart.

Louis didn't really seem affected by the change of situation, though.

"I don't think so," he proclaimed, sighing a bit out of bored irritation, like a parent who's son asked to tell a story for the fifteenth time.

Then a lot happened and it all happened within a time span of three seconds.

One moment, Harry still had the black weapon pointed at Louis, the next he was lying on his belly. Louis sat on top of him with the gun in between his teeth, busy with tying Harry's hands behind his back using another, now purple, sparkly skipping rope.

"Curly, Curly, Curly." He scolded again, shaking his head while untying the rope before trying to make another knot.

At the same time, something hard was poking against Harry's bumcheeks.

"Is that a gun in your trousers, or are you just happy to see me?" Harry grunted, trying to wiggle out of Louis' steel grip. He didn't want to admit his loss by begging Louis to release him.

"I already told how much I liked seeing you again!" His voice full of amusement, but also sounding a tad scandalized. The gun fell out of his mouth, landing on Harry's back, as he started speaking.

The light hopping movement of the blue-eyed man, made Harry's cock thicken, getting him aroused.

"Look at you," Louis cooed when he was finally done with the knot -a pretty bow actually- petting Harry's curls, "Tied up so prettily!"

"Now, up you go," Louis practically lifted Harry up with two hands, placing the boy on his feet.

Harry felt a light pressure at the middle of his spine, the gun probably, "And don't forget what I have and can," Louis announced cheerily.

He then took the ends of the two skpping ropes tightly in his hand and started to tug as well Harry as the fish tank along.

"Why're you taking me?" Harry groaned, making moderate effort of to break free, but the skipping rope wouldn't even let him move his wrists for more than three millimeter. And if he even would manage to break free, Louis now had his gun, having a full power of Harry.

"I already told you, Curly," Louis answered distracted, "I like pretty things."