Perfect // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 8

~And if you like midnight driving with the windows down,

And if you like going places we can't even pronounce,

If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about~

It was a quiet ride up, with Harry sleeping in the back, and Liam giving directions towards the end of the drive. "I called them. They know that I'm coming." He said, as they pulled up to the agreed-upon location. Harry was just waking up, and trying to fix his hair in the camera from his phone.

"What exactly are we walking into here?" Louis asked Liam, who started opening the door.

"I got this, okay. Don't freak out. This is my territory." Louis shared a look with Harry in the rearview mirror. Liam got out of the car, motioning them out.

"I'm worried about what Liam did in the past." Louis said. Harry thought he worried too much. Both of them got out of the car, and followed Liam inside the building.

"Are you wearing shoes that make you look taller?" Harry asked the smaller adult.

Louis cleared his throat. "No."

"Liar." Harry laughed, and Louis glared at him. "We'll settle this later."

Liam was inside already, chatting with a small group of people. He looked happy and carefree with these people, despite the fact that they were a part of the mafia. And they were Russian. "These are my friends. Louis and Harry."

The two of them shook hands with the group, and Louis felt odd about his real name being used. He usually went by Jimmy, as his fake name. He used that name for the Adidas photoshoot, and for his online persona. (Mostly just for writing poems on Wattpad, although his username there was captainsunlinson, because let's be honest, Louis knew that he was the actual sun.)

"Where do you want to sit?" Harry asked Louis, looking at the empty table.

"Next to you." Louis whispered back to him.

Soon, they were all seated, and it was clear that Liam was going to be the more vocal one out of the group. "We need weapons from a reliable source for a job." He said.

"We thought you were done with the crime world." One of the men said, obviously a little irked. "Going to be a police officer."

"The crime world isn't done with me yet, I'm afraid. I do this job, and my rap sheet disappears."

"Hey, that's a good deal." Harry said to Liam. "I'm not getting that deal."

"Hush." Louis told Harry.

"This wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be." The leader addressed Liam. "Of course, we'll do it for you."

"No, we won't." His right hand man said. "I recognize you, ya little frog." He said, pointing at Harry. Harry was taken aback. "You beat me in a race, and I lost five thousand bucks. I want a rematch."

Louis looked at Harry. Liam looked at Harry. Harry swallowed hard. They certainly didn't have time to have a race, and make it back in time for Zayn and Niall's lovely dinner. "I-i don't race anymore." Harry stammered.

"You give him a rematch, and if you win, I'll give you guys the weapons." The boss said. Louis looked around the sketchy room, looking for an easy escape.

"I'll do it, then." Harry said, all too quickly. "But only if Louis is in the car with me."

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"You got your helmet on?" Harry asked, not wearing one himself. Louis didn't understand why he had to.

"Yes, but -"

"Buckle up."

"Why?" Louis asked.

"Because there's a possibility that we could crash and you could die." Harry said, tense. His large hands, covered in rings, wrapped around the steering wheel.

"Well, so could you!" Louis reached over Harry, pulling the seatbelt across his body. Harry pushed the smaller adult back in the passenger seat.

"I don't do seatbelts. And I welcome dying. But, you have a baby girl on the way, so you can't be going around doing death-defying stunts." Louis didn't know what to say. Harry was so different from the quiet and bashful person he had seen in the past week. He didn't know whether he was supposed to be terrified or even more in love with him.

In the other car, was the right hand man, Alex, and his passenger, Liam. They were talking and laughing with each other, whereas Harry looked like he was going to drive six feet straight into the ground. Straight into his grave. "Knock, knock." Harry finally gritted out, as someone came out with two flags.

"What?" Louis asked.

"Knock, knock!" Harry yelled.

"Alright, who's there?"

"A cow."

"A cow, who?"

"No, a cow goes moo."

And they were off.

All that tension from maybe three seconds ago was gone. A giant smile lit up the British man's face, and it was contagious. The windows were down, a cold breeze blew in, and they whipped through the streets towards their destination.

And Louis no longer questioned why he wasn't the getaway driver. Harry was phenomenal behind the wheel.

There was no question as to why Harry won the first race against Alex, and there was no doubt that he would win this one as well.

And he did.

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"That-that was amazing!" Louis yelled once they were in the car on the way back, Liam driving Louis' car. Harry smiled politely, looking down at his phone, and not responding to the compliment. "I did not know that you were that good of a driver. You're - agh! I'm fangirling, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." Harry was quiet. "At least we got the weapons that we need. You took care of everything else, right Lou?" There was something about Harry using Lou as a nickname that made Louis want to marry him and live in a country home with a wraparound porch and have fifty kids and nine dogs. Exactly. "Louis?" Harry asked again.

"Yeah. We're all taken care of."

"This is kind of random, Louis, but did your mom every call you by any nickname when you were younger? Because I feel like there are some good options for you."

"She just called me Boo Bear." Louis said. "But Hazzy! Harry, I mean! Hazzy, where did that come from? You're such a good driver."

"Boo Bear! Hazzy!" Liam was laughing with his head turned to the ceiling. "Niall will love Boo Bear."

"Hazza sounds better than Hazzy. Or Harry. Hazza. I'm calling you that from now on."

"I like it." Harry said in a small voice. "Hazza Styles." Louis smiled at Harry's smile, and for that moment, that was enough.