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It was time, Harry had packed his bag from early that morning.
Ten forty-five, the small hybrid had locked his door just in time, almost as if on the click of the door was a cue for him.

"Morning kitten,"
Louis smiled
"Bit early for you to be getting the day started hm?"

Harry started to grind his teeth, a horrid habit of his.

"Mother called, she said I had to go do a shopping for her arrival later today."

"Mhm"
The older boy hummed

"I'll be back by-"
Harry paused, instantly regretting the start of that sentence with no answer.

"What store are you going to?"

"The one past the pharmacy, on 13th street"

"Oh okay, its about ten fifty now. So noon maybe, if you dont text me by then, I'll come down there to make sure you're okay."
Louis grinned

"I-uh-that's not necessary,"
Harry rubbed his sneaker on the floor, making Louis' grin falter.

"Of course it it Harry, we don't need anyone hurting my kitten do we?"

"N-no-"
Harry started

"Alright, I'll see you."
Louis kissed the top of Harry's forehead.
"I'll kill anyone that tries to take my kitten"

Harry didn't respond, or even look at Louis, he was still confused on what to think. He still felt the older boys gaze locked on him when he hit the elevator button.

Harry skipped quickly to the office, seeing Luke's care exactly where he said.

"Hi Lukey"
Harry sat in the passenger seat, staring at the tense blond.

"Ready?"
Luke asked with his hand on the stick shift.

"Yeah,"

"It wasn't too hard getting past crazy face right?"

"Only a little, he said something a little unsettling before I left."

"What'd he say?"
Luke questioned as he started to drive out the complex, Harry parted his lips to answer before phone went off.
It was a voice mail.

"Lemme listen to this quickly please,"
Harry typed his password a little before the audio started to play.

"You actually thought you could get away without me knowing? Didn't you hear when I said I'd kill anyone that tries to take my kitten? Watch Luke, he might play when its not his turn. It's my turn to deal the cards, love."

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