night shift // l.s.

fifty two

heads up, graphic scenes and a long chapter ahead

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louis sits in the car as harry and zayn went through two different doors. he checked the rearview mirror to see evan's jaguar pulling into a parking spot. the motel slash hotel was a place that a lot of rich fancy people stayed at so he had to blend in in order to not look suspicious. louis was glad they were driving zayn's mustang because his suv would not fit in with the cars surrounding it. niall shut the car down to where it was just on and not running before putting his sunglasses on.

"you're bloody ridiculous," louis shakes head.

"do i not look badass?"

"you look like one of those cringey throwback myspace kids, please take those off."

niall pouts and takes them off. "fuck you."

"love you too, honey," louis teased.

niall sits and scopes the area while evan sneaks into the backseat of the car.

"jesus evan, you smell like hollister!"

evan snorted. "it's harry's cologne!"

louis cracked the window and releases his nose. "harry actually smells good. that can not be his."

niall sinks down in his seat and notices harry pop his head out of the side entrance to wave them over. evan slips out of the car to get into his own and decides to pull up himself.

harry made his way to where zayn was and held the door for him.

"fuck," zayn groaned as he pulled onto the lad. "this doctor is heavy for a skinny old dude."

"shut up!" harry whisper shouted. "dad's gonna take him. keep the duct tape on him and make sure those ropes are tight enough to where he can't get out."

"well fuck, harry, do you need me to make him a new nappy and feed him from my god damn tit too?" zayn says as he drags the doctor by the ropes around him. "open the door more."

harry pulls it open more and checks the scene before letting evan open the back door. luckily there wasn't a camera where he was so nobody would see him. evan helps his son load the guy in his car and gives louis the cue to pull up to the other side of the building.

"they got 'im!" louis says as he looks out of the window. niall circles around the lot and parks away from evan, waiting for harry and zayn to return so they could leave.

harry makes sure evan is okay with driving with a batshit crazy doctor in his back seat and honestly, that was such a dumb question to ask because this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. zayn stuffed dr. baugh's things in the trunk and quickly swiped his hotel room of any other belongings.

zayn made sure his outfit looked crisp and took the doctor's room key, heading down to the lobby to return it. he notices a blonde haired lady sitting at the reception desk and zayn twirls the key around his finger.

"i'm here to check out, ma'am."

the blonde nods and doesn't remove her eyes from her computer. "may i have your key, sir?"

zayn hands it over to her and she types the number on the tag attached to it.

"scott baugh?"

"yes ma'am," zayn nods.

"alright, all we need for you to do is check off that you paid your dues and you're all set," the woman blows a bubble with her gum and zayn grabs a pen, marking boxes on the sheet of paper he was eventually given and forged a doctor-type signature -- one of his secret talents. he used to sign harry's report cards with evan's name on it when he would bring home bad grades. it got them out of a lot of shit.