violent delights ➶ larry

four

Louis feels his face heat up for the umpteenth time as Harry continues to spout cocky remarks. Once the dinner was over Harry ordered them a slice of cheesecake to share. They ate while rambling about nonsense. When they finished, Harry paid the bill, much to Louis' dismay.

"It's on me, babe. Stop pouting. If not, I'll put those lips to good use." Harry reprimands with a sly smirk. Louis blushes, looking down at his hands. The waiter collecting the bill seems flustered, awkwardly apologizing and leaving quickly.

Harry stands, pulling Louis with him. They walk out of the restaurant quietly, Harry continuing to hold onto the smaller lads hand. Louis stares at their intertwined hands and smiles softly to himself.

"I hope you had fun." Harry whispers once they're seated in his car. Louis misses the feel of his hands once they're gone, but he doesn't comment on it.

"Yeah, I did." He replies, voice barely audible. Harry hums, turning on the car and driving off.

****

When they reach Louis' flat, he checks to see if anyone's awake. When he notices the lights are off, he sighs in relief.

"Why don't you want your friends to know about me?" Harry asks, turning off the ignition.

"Maybe because you held me at gunpoint and stole the money we were trying to steal? I don't know, just a guess." Louis scoffs and Harry chuckles.

"Fine. Let me walk you to the door."

"Gentleman."

Harry only smiles and steps out of the car, rounding the hood and opening the door. He helps Louis out and walks him to the porch steps. The smaller boy looks at the door, before focusing his attention back at Harry. He's impossibly closer than a few seconds ago, his lips only centimeters from his. Louis' eyes flicker to his lips, silently asking if it's alright.

"This is totally cliché." Louis comments, trying to bring some light to the situation. Harry only rolls his eyes, hands gripping Louis' waist tightly, pulling him in until he's flushed against his chest.

Louis can feel his shoulders sag and his heart racing. He leans in to kiss him, forgetting any of his inhibitions. Harry seems to have the same thought, leaning in slowly. Their lips ghost over each other's—

"Back up." Louis jumps away, turning to find Liam standing at the door. With a gun pointed at Harry.

"Li, what the fuck—"

"You went out with the bloke that wanted to shoot you?!" Liam questions, keeping the gun directed at Harry. The young lad doesn't seem fazed by the weapon, just fixes a button on his shirt.

"You won't shoot me." Harry comments with a roll of his eyes.

"How do you know? I can pull the trigger right now." Liam retorts.

"Oh please, I know what a killer looks like."

"Liam, put the gun—" Louis begs, moving towards his friend. Liam pushes him away with a grunt.

"Shut up, Louis. I can't fucking believe you. You're sleeping with someone who threatened you and—"

"In my defense, we haven't even kissed yet." Harry says nonchalantly, "I mean we were until you rudely interrupted."

Louis wants to tell him to shut the fuck up, that he's making the situation ten times worse but he just stands there.

"Get out of here. I don't want to see you near Louis again." Liam snaps, keeping the gun trained on Harry. The tall lad only smirks, running a hand through his hair.

"I knew you didn't have it in you." Harry says, walking down the stairs, "See you around, babe."

Louis watches as Harry gets into his car and drives off without another word. Liam doesn't give him a chance to say anything, only drags him into the flat.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck off." Louis growls, pulling away from his grasp.

Liam gives him an amused look, setting the gun into an open drawer by the door. He closes it and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Like you have any room to talk. He's crazy, Lou! He held a gun at you—"

"And you held a gun at him! How does that make you any different?!" Louis yells, throwing his hands up in exasperation. He could hear Zayn shouting at them to stop yelling from his bedroom.

"This is different! He's—"

"He's what, Liam? A killer? Yeah and so is Zayn, but you don't hear us complaining." Liam stays quiet, running a hand through his hair. He knows he's right and that he really doesn't have and argument for that.

"But Zayn's never tried to kill you." Liam mutters.

"Oh really? What about when I first met him and he held a knife to my throat?" Louis questions and Liam closes his mouth. He's right.

"Yeah that's what I thought. So maybe next time think before you open your mouth." Louis snaps, walking away. He passes Zayn's room and hears him say something about having a good sleep before making his way towards his room.

Louis closes the door behind him, leaning against the frame and sighing loudly. He bumps his head lightly against the door, muttering profanities to himself. He could hear Zayn and Liam talking to themselves. The talking turns to yelling and arguing.

"He can make his own damn decisions, Liam!" Zayn yells.

"Well it's a stupid decision! This guy is horrible news!"

"And we aren't?! We're fucking thieves! I'm a killer! You've tortured people before! Why are you so fucking persistent on this?"

"Because–because he's fucking big news around here. What if he's just manipulating Louis?" Louis could hear Zayn scoff and make his way to his bedroom. Louis listens intently but the flat has gone quiet.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he looks at it to find a text from Harry.

your friends yell too much.

Louis texts back.

you're still here?!???

yeah and I'm waiting for you. Climb out your window.

Louis looks at the text for a moment. He looks at his door and at the window, contemplating his decisions.

"Fuck it'." He whispers, locking his bedroom door and making his way towards the window. He opens it, swinging his legs out and jumping to the floor with a small oof.

He dusts himself off quickly and looks at the window. He turns around and walks into the street, finding Harry's car down the block. He clambers into the passenger seat without a word.

"Where're we going?" Louis asks once Harry has drove off. The taller lad smiles widely, pressing his foot on the gas, making the car speed up quickly until they're drifting through the streets.

"Adventure."