Heart of A Serial Killer (Larry)

Chapter 6: The Plan

They had made their dull, mid-afternoon drive back to Harry's flat.

Dylan had called Kirei, and told him to call Aimee and Diana; giving Harry's address and telling them to be there around two, while Niall just sat on the couch yelling impassive threats at the referee again. The boys - mainly Harry and Dylan, Niall already knew what he had to do, and that was all he was going to do, really - had spent an entirety of almost three hours figuring out the plan and set ups, making sure for it to run smoothly without anyone noticing that one of the hospital's main patients was being abducted into bloody hands.

They had figured that Kirei would obviously disfigure the camera systems; change the picture and recording systems so know one knew. Dylan and Diana were going to distract the doctors, nurses and receptionists around Louis' room; perform some crazy tricks like throwing themselves at doors, tipping things over and screaming utter nonsense, while Harry would quietly sneak into the room and reassure a small Louis that everything was okay, before sneaking him into the bathroom and dragging - kind of, Harry didn't want to worsen Louis' physical wounds - him out the bathroom window that lead to a not-all-that-used alley way. Of which would hold an awaiting Aimee in a nice, non-suspicious car; she'd drive them back to Harry's apartment and everyone would meet back up there.

It was perfect; completely planned out and everything was already in order. Kind of. They were now just waiting for the others to get here to explain the situation.

Niall was currently rummaging through Harry's kitchen cupboards, mumbling something about needing some Doritos before taking Liam and Zayn out for a distraction dinner. Which made no sense to Harry whatsoever, honestly, but he wasnt questioning Niall's endless food consumption. Dylan was asleep on the couch, arm thrown over his eyes while one foot touched the floor and the other leg was thrown over the back of the torn and basically destroyed couch; snoring his head off so loudly that Harry faught the want to run in there and kill him brutally with a frying pan.

Harry was currently in his un-used "bedroom". It wasn't actually a bedroom, not really, it was just an small, dark room that was supposed to allocate a bed that Harry never bothered putting in until now. The queen-sized - Harry silently laughed at himself - french style bed was located in the center of the small room, taking up almost all the space inside; he had even hung some fabric from the ceiling that draped over the bed and made it look fit for a Queen. Sure, the walls were dark and dirty and there was no light except for that illuminating through the small window on the wall on the farside, and it was horribly small that one had to turn sideways just to move around - which wouldnt come easily for when you were trying to escape rats and bugs that Harry was sure lived in the room - but it was big enough to fit a small abducted man who wasn't going to be going anywhere else for the rest of his life besides the bathroom.

Harry stood back in the doorway and looked at the furniture; admiring his handy work and how he was able to assemble an entire bed frame, that he was probably going to break - because, lets be honest here, he was going to fuck Louis into the mattress and he could do crazed motions with his hips that no one else could - and have to re-assemble if the frame itself wasn't destroyed. Soon enough, he was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a ceramics crashing and knocks on his front door.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, slightly shaking his head and he wondered just what the hell Niall dropped now as he retreated from the room. He closed the door to his soon-to-be-Queen's room and walked quietly down the hallway, flipping Niall off and telling the fucker to clean up the glass bowl and chips he had dropped; ignoring Niall's pouting face as Harry basically scolded him.

Quickly swinging the door open; he was met by a squeal of "Harry !" and a crashing hug that squeezed every small molocule of oxygen out of his lungs and made him stumble back to catch his balance again. He awkwardly patted the person's back before they slowly moved away and light hazel eyes stared back at him in full happiness.