"you know the truth." harry seethed.
"harry, love, sit down you're causing a scene." louis looked amused. he only ever looked amused in times of trouble. harry was certain he was incapable of empathetic emotions.
the taller lad complied but only because the guard told him the same thing.
"you know it wasn't me. none of it was." his raspy, unused voice containing a mix between anger and desperation because that's exactly what he is; angry and desperate.
louis leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest as his famously menacing smile paints it's way across his face.
"that i do."
