Death Is My Love (Larry Stylinson AU Killer!Louis) {Mpreg}

Chapter 9

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It was all a rush: packing, running around, Zayn and Niall looked like headless chicken. Harry threw his stuff in his bag as fast as he could. It would be only a matter of time until they were found. They needed to get away.

Louis appeared in Harry’s door. “You ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, I am,” Harry nodded and swung his bag on his back.

“Then let’s go, I’ll get Perrie and Liam, you get Zayn and Niall.”

Harry nodded and met his friends in the hallway. They quickly left the suite, not wanting anyone to find them right now. Instead of taking the lift, Louis led them down the stairs through the entrance only the staff used. But Louis somehow got a key for that door.

Harry walked next to Louis that close that their hands were brushing against each other’s. Louis smiled fondly at the younger boy and Harry beamed back.

“When do you think the cops will find out that we were in that hotel?” Liam asked as Louis stopped in tracks.

“Right now,” Perrie breathed, seeing the same thing as her brother.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry mumbled as he saw the cop cars.

Not even three seconds later, the cops dashed towards them and Louis shouted, “Run!” before rushing away with the others.

Harry could hear how one of the policemen talked into a walky-talky (A/N: Is this the way you spell it?) and he was sure to hear the name “Styles” which meant that this bastard just told his parents who would most probably tell Zayn’s.

“Fuck, they’re getting my parents,” Harry said.

“Cops are so no fun,” Liam said as they dashed around a corner.

“Stop!” Louis said suddenly, stopping next to a motorcycle.

“What’s up, Lou?” Perrie asked.

“I’m gonna distract them from you, okay? I’ll take this one and lead them away. We’ll meet at the Tower Bridge later, okay?” Louis climbed onto the bike and pulled the spare key from under the seat. Why do people always leave their spare keys with their things?

“What!?” Liam yelled. “We’re not gonna leave you, Louis! Forget it!”

“You need to! Do you want us to get caught? Just let me do this,” Louis said.

“What if they catch you? You’re gonna be killed,” Harry said worriedly.

Louis hard expression softened and he reached out for Harry’s hand, taking it gently in his. He kissed his knuckles softly before yanking Harry towards him by the collar and slammed their lips together. Harry was in shock for a second, but melted into the kiss and held Louis’ waist carefully. Louis broke apart.

“Trust me.” With those words, Louis started the motorcycled and Harry blushed at how hot he looked on it.

“We’ll meet him again, trust me,” Niall said, wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulder.

Harry nodded and watched as the cops raced after Louis. The curly haired boy prayed that he would meet Louis again. He had just kissed Louis, and he wanted more. So much more.

“C’mon, we needa go. It’s not that short of a distance to the Tower Bridge, especially with the cops around here,” Perrie said now and together, they slowly made their way towards their destination.

~Time Skip~

Later, much later they stood at the Tower Bridge. The sun had set a long time ago, and Louis still wasn’t there. Harry and Niall had a newspaper in front of their faces, Liam wore a snapback and Zayn and Perrie were cuddled up close with their faces hidden so that if anyone would come up at this time, they wouldn’t recognize the five of them.

Suddenly, the sound of a motor cut the silence of the night and a moment later, a motorcycle raced around a corner. Harry looked up and recognized Louis’ white and blue striped shirt.

The boy though steered at the railing of the bridge and the motorcycle crashed into it, making Louis fall over it and down into the river.

“Fuck,” Harry muttered as the policemen looked over the railing before racing down to find Louis.

“Was this … Louis?” Zayn asked.

“Hope not!” Perrie shrieked. “I mean, he wouldn’t be so stupid and fall into the river … would he?”

“Thanks for the faith, sis,” a new voice said and a shirtless Louis stepped out of the shadows. “But I guess it worked.”

“What the fuck did you do!?” Harry spluttered.

“Stole one of those manikins and put my shirt on it. Then I kinda managed to have it fast enough to crash against the railing and trick the cops.”

Harry pulled Louis against his chest. “Don’t do that again, you idiot.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Louis chuckled. “We’re gonna visit Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael. We need a stay before we plan our next step.”

Perrie smiled at the picture of Harry and Louis before she nodded happily and the six of them made their way to the four boys’ house.

~And another time skip ‘cuz I’m an asshole~

The four boys were really nice. They had instantly been okay with the six of them staying with them. Ashton and Luke were definitely in love with each other. It was almost disturbing how cute they were.

Right now, Harry was sitting on a balcony again – don’t judge him, he likes balconies! – when suddenly, he heard someone clearing their throat.

“Can I sit with you?” an all too familiar voice asked.

“Yeah sure,” Harry smiled as Louis sat down next to him.

Now or never, Harry, he thought.

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Louis chuckled. “I definitely didn’t kiss you for fun. I … I like you, Harry. No, scratch that. You’re the first one since a long time that I considered of being in love with. I never wanted to be in love ever again, but then you came around and turned my world upside down. I just can’t help the smile when I see you. I fell so hard for you, and I’m scared, okay? Love did nothing but break me.”

“Then let me fix you,” Harry said, gently taking Louis’ hand in his.

Bravely, he leaned over so his face was inches apart from Louis. He whispered again, “Let me fix you,” before he pressed his lips back on Louis’ think pink ones.

Harry cupped Louis’ face gently in his large hands while Louis’ fingers tangled into Harry’s curls. First, it was an innocent, soft kiss with just lips, but then Harry carefully poked his tongue against Louis’ lips, urging him to open them for Harry’s tongue to slip into his mouth.

“Let me fix you,” Harry breathed a last time against Louis’ lips before they slipped out of their chairs and onto the ground, Louis in top of Harry with his hands under Harry’s shirt.

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