"then get me out of here." he's so confused. if louis knows then why hasn't he told anyone?
"as much as i would love your company again love, i really can't do that."
harry's confusion simply grows.
"why not?"
"because darling, i'm not going to jail."
the shock and realization terror and anger are all too overwhelming. he can barely form a coherent thought, much less a functioning sentence.
"yo-you. everything... you did everything. you killed-"
he pauses to collect and process everything flying around his mind.
"you got me thrown in here to save your own skin?"
the tanned male tsked, shaking his head in a very condescending way according to harry. but that's how louis was, he thought he was better than everyone.
"prison has made you slow, darling."
harry feels the anger bubbling up but before he can act on it he breathes deeply, calming himself but rage weaves itself into his voice anyways.
"confess." louis full on guffawed. "confess or i'll tell my officers and-"
"oh hon, they're not going to believe you. you're a psychopath, remember?"
the older male starts to stand and harry starts to panic because no, it can't end like this.
"i have to dash sweetheart. it was great to catch up."
