12 am -louis and harry- at the bank
Louis stared down at the snoring male beside him; the boys hair was touseled over his face, arms crossed as he was slumped awkwardly against the window. The blue eyed boy let out a sigh before shaking the boys slim legs in advance to wake him up. Of course, all he got was a disgruntled noise and more snoring.
"Guess i could have a cig before we go in. " louis muttered to himself, pulling his pack put of the glove compartment and lighting one. He opened the car door, sat with his body leaned against the opening with one leg hanging out. He put the cigarette between his chapped lips and continued to puff ever so slowly on it to waste time.
Louis glanced towards the sleeping male once again before tossing the rest of the cig out and stepping on it. "Wake up." He shook the boys shoulers instead, earning a snort to signal he was up.
"Im up..im up." Harry scrunched his nose, sniffling a bit before pushing his long brown hair from his face.
"Good. We only have an hour to get this done." Louis smirked, stepping out of the car and breathing in the fresh night air. It was soothing and cool.
"Shit. Why didnt you wake me up?" Harry muttered, opening up his side door, hitting his head against the top of the frame while trying to rush out.
Louis watched the struggle, seeing the boy rub his already red forehead as he stood up. He let out a chuckle" why must you be so clumsy ? I mean how did you manage to even become part of this group"
"Well, im sorry mr. Stealth but im better with guns and knowledge than my athletic ability. " harry rolled his eyes, slamming his door shut
before placing his hands on top of the hood. "When are we heading in?"
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Zayn- at some random gang members house that wants niall dead -12 am
He held the black ak47 low, stalking around the house that was soon to be in shambles. With how much money Niall said he had, he assumed the house would look nicer and not at all like a rotten rats nest. Zayn let out a sigh and narrowed his eyes, lips parted as he concentrated on how he would sneak up on someone who has had years of training.
He peeked slowly into a lit window, observing the buff males that stalked around the kitchen-he presumed from the dining table sat in the middle of the tiled floor- and counting money. Zayn bit into his lip nervously before heading to the back. He wanted the least amount of casualties possible, noting that a woman and child lived inside the home as well.
With how he grew up, he had a father who ran a drug dealing gang and his father ended up shot right in front of him. The man was nice, considering all the other bad qualities, but he did what he had to do to take care of their family. He would rather not traumatize the poor kid if it was his decision.
Niall knew everything about all of them, the weaknesses and the stories we all had growing, so maybe thats why he chose zayn for this job. It was cruel, if so.
The dark haired male paused as the porch light fickered on, quickly pushing hismself against a darkened wall. "Fuck."
"Fuck, is right." A dark voice muttered behind him, grabbing the gun quickly from his hands and as soon as he turned to see who his perpetrator was, he felt the metal of the gun hit his head and his vision blurred before he hit the floor.
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Louis and harry -same as the beginning
Harry walked up to the counter, his hair pushed back instead of touseled around messily. He had on a white blouse, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tanned skin from the beach before with the abundance of tattoos littering his arms. The lady at the counter looked up as he cleared his throat, smiling as her eyes trailed down his body and observing him. Its a wonder nobody watched the news, then again they always had a bad sketched version of their face on there and not an actual photo.
He put on his brightest smile, dimples out and eyes a warm green-blue color. "I want to withdraw some money? And my, do you have the prettiest eyes. Blue is my favorite. " he flirted, biting his lip ever so slightly.
"How much?" She giggled, casting her gaze down as a blush filled up her cheeks.
"Ill take all of it." He smiled, setting his gun on the counter, pointing it at her chest.
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Zayn woke up with a punch to the face, his head lolling slowly as he woke.
"C'mon pretty boy, wake up." A voice growled, heavy with anger.
Zayn moved his jaw a bit, feeling it pulse as it signalled a new bruise would be there. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up and blinking a few more times to remove the blur. He moved his wrists around, feeling the rough rope and wood. Of course, he was tied to a god damn chair, great.
The man moved in front of him, zayns gun on the dark wooden counter beside him. Zayn observed him, he was tall with a gruff looking beard but his hair was cut nicely on his head. He had large rings littering his wide fingers, the typical body guard stature suiting his look.
"Why are you here?" The man spoke, dark grey eyes piercing into zayns brown ones.
"Do you want the truth or would it be better to lie and say i was here to buy drugs?" Zayn snorted, feeling the dried blood on his nose and upper lip. "You know why im here." He needed to keep this guy talking, saving time to grab the knife he had hidden in his boot. He clenched his jaw, moving his foot slowly closer to his tied hands.
"The truth would be good. First off , whats your name? "
"Who gives a fuck what my name is?" Zayn rolled his eyes, earning another hit to the jaw.
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Serial Killer
Fiksi Penggemar"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...
