Wheels Within Wheels (Larry Stylinson AU Mpreg)

Chapter Fourteen

LOUIS' POV

I granted Harry an incredulous glare. "What do you do?"

Harry sighed, smiling indignantly, "Take a seat. It's story time."

I did as he said and lowered myself onto the wooden chair, arms folded over my chest. It can't be too terribly awful, can it? "Get explaining."

He leaned against the kitchen counter, his muscles flexing and his many tattoos showing on his strong arms. His green eyes possessed a darkness as he stared at a spot on the ground. He slid his pink tongue against his plump lips before he slowly spoke, "I've mentioned in the past that my parents are incredibly wealthy, and that I absolutely hate them. So, I thought it would be a good idea to steal the pass-code to their banking account and take some money out. They threw me some money for a flat and college or whatnot, but I took more.."

I uncrossed my arms, lying them on the wooden table and leaning forward slightly, listening to him intently. He continued.

"I had a boyfriend at the time, called Jesse. He knew about my parents and things and he urged me to do the right thing. And for a while I did; I was good and semi-nice. Then he died." Harry paused, his expression hardening. I frowned. "He died and I shut down... Didn't really care what happened to me or anything anymore. I started drinking, a lot. And I met Gabe at a pub one night. He noticed that I was rich and fairly strong, kind of intimidating. He made a job offer."

"Please don't tell me you're a drug dealer,"

Harry shook his head, chuckling slightly. "I'm not a bloody drug dealer."

His face became less amused as he spoke on. "Said that there are a lot of pathetic people that need money. A lot of people. So, we gave it to them."

I pinched my eyebrows together, "What's bad about that?"

Harry lifted his eyes to me. "Our 'clients' had to pay us back. Plus interest. I said let's do it,"

I sat a moment, taking in this information. I swallowed, "And if they can't pay it back?"

Harry wore guilt on his features, peering back to the ground, "Why do you think he needed my muscle?"

I gasped slightly. I was appalled. "Harry,"

"Yeah, I know. I'm a horrible person and I deserve to rot in hell. I've heard it all before." He rose his head towards me. "I know."

I rubbed the nape of my neck, "I'm not here to judge you, Harry, but why do you do it if you're well off?"

Harry crossed his arms over his broad chest, the counter supporting his weight. "I eventually got less well off as a side-effect of my alcohol addiction. I wanted more money and it's easy to take advantage of the less fortunate."

"Do you mean want or wanted?"

Harry's upper lip curled into a mock grin, "Wanted,"

"So.. you'll stop this, then?" I inquired, half-hopeful.

Harry puffed out a sigh, "I wish it was that simple."

"It is," I stood up, "You can stop doing this to people."

He shook his head at me, "Do you have any clue how deep I am into this? Gabe knows about you now, Louis, and Thomas. That's not a good thing,"

"What's that short guy going to do, beat me up?" I scoffed, "I can take care of myself, don't know why you think I can't."

"I'm not saying you can't, I'm saying if I don't do what he wants he can make very dangerous people come after you. He has some serious connections. It sounds like something out of a film, but it's true."