Also, I must mention that this story is a Larry version of another story I had written. Obviously, I'm not gonna tell the name of the story to ruin the suspense of the story.
On arrival at the dainty club on the outskirts of the city, he noticed there was no car belonging to him in the parking lot. For a minute, he doubted the authenticity of the location for the obvious lack of anything which seems to be associated with Louis but trusted his men enough to go inside anyway.
Sauntering into the club, he noticed the cheap lightings which lined the entrance. Proceeding to move further into the cavernous place, he noticed there were people scattered through the floor and specifically crowded near the corner. On examining the corner, it came to their attention there was a staircase that led to the basement which was flickering with deep purple lights. Descending on the wooden board was the long line of people who were waiting to enter. Carelessly, he cut through it by handing over a bundle of notes to one and sliding in with his guards.
His eyes flickered through the underground club and reached the figure of his husband who was sitting at the bar, his head laid down on the table while the bartender handed him another drink.
When he raised his head to take the drink, Harry noticed another hand sliding down Louis' thigh which he swatted away. "I'm married, asshole!"
"Then where is your husband, sweetheart?" He loomed closer to Louis and before he could answer, Harry's palm pulled him off his husband and nailed him to the bar table. "Right here."
The man struggled to respond due to the force the curly haired man exerted in pining him to the table. "Sorry!" He spat out.
"You better be." Harry hissed and let him go.
No sooner did he turn towards his husband, Louis' arms draped themselves around his torso and Harry just stood there unaffected for the first few seconds at the unnatural display of affection but returned the gesture and wrapped his arms around his waist "You have no idea, how much of an important meeting I cancelled to find you."
Louis looked up at him with his big blue eyes, "Am I ever a priority to you over your work?"
"If you weren't I wouldn't be here," Harry answered him and handed his credit card to the bartender. Looking meaningfully at Louis, he said "Let's go home."
Picking him up from the ground to carry him due to the incoherence of his limbs, Louis was quick to gain comfort in his arms and quicker to settle down in the car. He was drunk but not unconscious and Harry knew that when he asked why the Boss asked his men to take them to their hotel on the outskirts and not their house.
Louis continued to fluctuate between blabbering absolute nonsense to entertaining sarcastic humour and added a dash of dark jokes in between to which Jacob and Liam were mysteriously having coughing fits over.
"Let's have sex." He suggested with absolutely no regard of the people around.
Harry remained unaffected with his eyes fixed to the screen of his phone, "Tell me that when you're sober."
"But I won't say that when I'm sober!"
"My point, exactly"
"Ahhh! Harry, you're being mean!"
"Tends to occur when you're a crime boss."
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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...
