The Petrichor - Larry Stylinson

18. On The Loose

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Louis let out a sigh of frustration when there was another red light. It was around five pm then meaning it's usually the time the roads go wild with people getting off of their work.

"Louis!"

"Yes, sweetcheeks?" Louis smiled at the green eyed boy over his shoulder.

"I want chicken nuggets."

"We'll get you some when we get home, babe. I'll ask Martha to make some for you."

"I want chicken nuggets." Harry repeated and Louis decided to ignore it since he already replied.

"Would you like to listen to radio?" Louis asked as he turned up the volume of the radio. Perfect by Ed Sheeran was playing and Louis hummed along it. Harry seemed to listen for a few but he soon pressed his nose against the window to look outside.

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"Make some chicken nuggets for him." Louis said to Martha who nodded sympathetically before getting to work. Louis walked out of the kitchen into the living room. He found Harry sprawled out on the floor.

"Where's mommy?"

"She'll be back soon, baby." Louis sat on the floor next to Harry's head and got the elder boy to place his head on Louis' lap.

Louis wondered if it all was really worth it. It just got Harry losing his mother and father along with his brother. Louis wondered if this freedom Harry gained was really a freedom without his mother next to him. Louis' head was a jumbled up mess and he can't think about anything except crying his eyes out but he has to be strong. He's the only one Harry has now and he can't give up on him. Not now, not any day.

"I want mommy."

'Where can I bring you mommy from, Harry? I'm sorry.' Louis thought as he tilted his head back to will away his tears.

"I want mommy."

"Hey, Harry, I asked Martha to make you some chicken nuggets. Do you wanna eat them in the main dining room today?" Louis asked in an excited tone and the curly haired lad simply forgot about the person he was begging for and clapped his hands excitedly.

"Have you eaten in there?" Louis asked with his brow furrowed. Even though he expected an answer, Harry didn't bother giving him one as he got off the floor while humming and fiddling his fingers. Louis smiled at the elder boy and lead him to the main dining hall.

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"We have to release him, Zaynie." Louis sighed to his phone. There is Harry laying there with his head on Louis' tummy who's also laid back on their bed.

"Yeah, I figured. He still doesn't know who did this to him but we have to delete the voice message you sent to him earlier. It can cause trouble and I will get someone to crack his phone and the database of the phone company to delete it." Zayn explained.

"Thank you, Zee. Would we be able to release him by day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah, babes. Tomorrow works too." Zayn hummed.

"Well, then, do it tomorrow. Leave him in front of the police station around midnight tomorrow. Make sure the cameras don't catch you."

"Alright, Lou. I know how to do my job, babes. Don't worry. I'll never let anything hurt you." Zayn's sincere smile practically poured through the phone.

"Thank you, Zee. Do you wanna talk to Harry?" Louis asked as he looked at Harry who's now staring at him with curious eyes.

"Sure."