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

Chapter 14

You make me happy.

Goodness, that was so awkward, right? In the break before P.E. my girl best friend and I stood with my boy best friend and two other guys and they started talking about … well, penis’ and it was so awkward to listen to them. I dunno why, I mean look what I write. But hearing them openly talk about it is kinda awkward.

We’re pretty close to the end with this. I will tell you when we’re at the second last chapter. Which will be rather soon. Why are my stories that short this time?

The most pathetic thing in the world? People who feel horrible and pick on someone who is worse just to feel better. Pathetic.

Okay, I think I’m done with this Author’s Note for now.

Enjoy!

~With Louis~

Louis sighed as he looked out of the window. He knew that they would find out quickly where he was. He had made it obvious in the video. His reason was, as long as the Commissars were here to catch him, his siblings could hide out better in Australia.

He closed the curtains and walked sighing over to the bed, picking his gun up. He looked at the weapon he had killed too many with.

“Only one more time, my friend,” Louis said. “Am I talking to a gun? God, I’m going crazy.”

Louis sat down on the bed and placed his head in his hands, sighing. It hurt him so much to leave Harry, but he had to if he wanted him safe.

He heard the sirens of a police car and knew that the Commissars where there. He stood up and walked towards the window, peeking out through the curtains to see how the Commissars Styles and Malik climbed out of their cars.

He turned around and didn’t see how a tall curly haired boy made his way through the crowd and away from the Commissars, running into the building.

Louis picked up the small letter he had written to Harry and sighed. His heart hurt and he hated himself, but he had to do this.

“I love you,” Louis whispered gently, forcing the tears back that threatened to spill.

Afterwards he sat down on the bed and picked the gun up again, looking at it, turning it around. He flicked off the safety and was about to aim the gun at the back of his mouth when the door opened.

~With Harry~

Harry raced around the corner, seeing a huge crowd around the hotel. Harry furrowed his brows at first before remembering that the video was shown on the news. Everyone knew now where Louis was and everyone wanted to see how the most wanted killer of the UK was taken in.

Harry heard the sirens of his and Zayn’s parents’ cars. He hid in the crowd and looked over the people to see how the four of them got out of their cars. They turned around and Harry took his chance to climb over the barriers and run over to the hotel.

He knew that the doors must be locked so Louis couldn’t escape. But Harry knew that one door in the back didn’t have a lock. He had found it accidentally, but now he was happy that he had.

He raced around the building, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw that the door was still there and no-one was around. He opened the door and looked inside, seeing that no-one was guarding it. He closed it soundlessly and crept over to the counter. No-one was currently there, so he looked through the reservations and the spare keys.

“Tom Lewis,” he whispered. Tom Lewis. Tomlinson Louis. Louis Tomlinson. “Room 378.”

He quickly looked through the spare keys and grabbed it before racing to the stairs, not having the nerve to wait for the lift. He took three steps at one time, his long legs helping. He raced up the stories until he came to “350 – 399”