"There isn't anything to talk." Louis' voice resonated, as soon as the question left his lips when they arrived at their condo.
"What do you mean there isn't anything to talk?!" Harry's screech echoed through the lonely walls while he slammed the door and sauntered behind Louis, climbing the staircase.
"What the fuck did you expect me to do while you were taking millenniums to find dad's location?!"
"You could've told me after finding his location!"
"I would've if you're fucking secretary wouldn't have been on her knees in the morning."
Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights. Surprised and fazed.
Quickly regaining his stupor and hurled at him, "So you thought it was convenient to just barge in like a superhero?!"
"At least, I did something." Louis pointed out with his voice striking enough to break glass, "I'm not just spreading my legs for a cheap lay."
Harry had a temper which usually never relapsed around Louis, he kept that part of him confined to the Mafia part of his life but the thin ice his husband was treading over, broke and in the flash of a second he had lifted his hand up to hit him when Louis cowered back in disbelief. He had never raised his hand against Louis of all people and now he had just raised his hand for the said action. Although the action never took place, the instance was catalyst enough to push Louis back against the door of his bedroom with widened eyes.
"Why did you even stop? Do it and add physical abuse on the list of things you did with your husband!" The blue-eyed brunet remarked with disdain.
"Fuck off, Louis." He snapped back. "Just fuck off, go and wallow in your pool of self-pity."
With his blue eyes glistening glaciers, Louis slammed the door to the Boss' face and locked himself up while the Mafia Boss in his fit of rage continued to break every random thing his hands had the misfortune of touching.
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When Harry woke up the next day, it was due to the slit between the two curtains which let the sunlight to peer inside, agitating him from the exhaustion, his body was taking a leave on.
Dragging himself from the bed, he noticed the note on his bedside table in Louis' messy handwriting.
Going to the hospital. I'm telling the family, you were busy at a shootout near the gates which is why I went inside.
Harry scowled in response to the letter. The headache which persisted was returning back to him in successions. Pulling aspirin out of his wardrobe, he frowned the tablet down his throat and stormed into the bathroom.
Following a bath and the little breakfast he decided to forego, Harry called Liam and Jacob to meet him directly at the hospital and to check for any other anomalies pertaining to the circumstances.
On arriving at the hospital, Harry saw Jacob near the parking lot in quite an elaborate conversation with Liam who had just shrugged in annoyance when he noticed the boss' car enter.
"Anything occurred out of turn?" Harry questioned, stepping into the lift with the two men.
"Nothing," Jacob answered promptly and left to meet his father and brother who were quietly holed up on the above floors of the hospital.
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Criminal || Larry Stylinson Mob AU
Fanfic"So all of this is my fault?" He scowled back. "Harry, he is fragile. He can't bear up with your anger or try to break past your stone cold exterior if you don't let him." His father reasoned. "No, dad. I highly doubt that's what he wants from me, I...
