11 am, a random alabama hotel
"Wake up dickhead."
Harry turned towards the voice, changing his sleeping position into a curled up ball, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to go back to sleep without having to answer the voice.
"I know you're awake, and I won't hesitate to shoot your leg to get you up." The voice sounded impatient, tired perhaps. Harry gripped the white cotton material of the bed cover and put it over his head to drown out the sound.
"Fuck, Harry. " the clock of a gun being loaded made Harry spring up, eyes clenched closed. He put his hand out in front of him in a hurry, causing the white sheets to fall off him. His voice was rough sounding as he spoke.
"Dude, im up." He finally got his eyes to open and in front of him wasnt the boy he fell asleep next to.
"Where's lou?" Harrys eyebrows furrowed in concern, wondering what the rush was to leave.
Niall sighed, hurriedly going into the closet of harrys room and pulling out the duffel bag full of money and 2 guns. He threw the loaded pistol in with the others and zipped it up," He's with Zayn, getting high as usual. Y'know harry, you should really not worry about lou too much." The blonde turned, throwing the duffel bag over his shoulders and smirking "now get ready."
Harry nodded, jaw clenching but throwing off the comment about the two boys. Niall then nodded, heading out the door. The tall boy then got out simple clothing, a white shirt and black jeans with black boots.
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Louis looked into the mirror, the pupils in his eyes were pinpoints making the blue look like the only thing you can see. His body was relaxed, he's happy for once. Zayn was introducing him into more than just weed and he took it, not knowing exactly why he was doing it in the first place. He just sighed, finishing washing his hands and walking out of the bathroom.
He forced open the door, knocking down a large force. Which, he knew was harry after the "ow" that was said. Louis looked down, seeing harry rubbing his head.
"Oh shit, sorry are you okay?" He knelt down, holding a hand under harry's chin and looking into the green eyes of his friend. His thumb delicately grazed harry's cheek bone, making harry clench his jaw. They both seemed into one another for a few before louis just sighed and decided to go back to zayns room in a rush before harry could say anything.
Okay so, short. But i didnt know what else to write and there will be more but i just thought id update to tell anyone who reads this that im still writing ive just been stuck.
Just be glad im not writing sad books(yet) that make you want to murder the author.
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Serial Killer
Fanfiction"Okay, so why am i not allowed to smoke weed but zayn can?" "Because when you smoke, youd rather hug your victims and tell them its gonna get better. " Or Where these guys go around doing dumb shit like robbing people but as usual other conflicts...
