La Reine; larry stylinson (bottom!louis top!harry)

9. An Ironic Wonderland.

Things change fairly quickly in Harry's opinion. A few weeks ago, he was a man who lived by the law and enforced it in any way he can. His whole life had revolved around the man he was, and now that same man was so different—his whole world had no sense of gravity. Harry has barricaded himself in an ironic wonderland. Being infatuated with a mafia leader and being best friends with a corrupt agent, Liam. He chose to keep his mouth shut about Liam assaulting La Reine and the other agent, it was the fear in Liam's eyes that made Harry simply shake his head when he was asked if he remembered anything from before the black-out. He and Liam were the same now. It was only a matter of time before one of them get caught. 

When Harry is let off early, as a result of his previous panic attack in front of his boss, he doesn't go home. His first choice is the Triple Tease Nightclub owned by the mafia Donna but he catches sight of a hidden car in the alley by the front doors—he recognizes it as a cop car. Harry drives straight past the nightclub, his hands tight on the steering wheel and sunglasses on the tip of his nose. There was a small stinging sensation on his eyebrow, from the wound that was now patched up. No doubt would it leave a scar.

As he comes to a red light, his head falls back. His senses were in overdrive, every thought in his mind tracing back to Louis, it was impossible to escape since the latter practically lived in Harry's mind. The charm was safe in his pocket and made Harry feel someone content. He had a piece of Louis now, a physical piece to show that the man was real and so were his feelings.

It's been exactly three days, and absolutely nothing has happened. Harry returned to work the day after La Reine escaped, and was shoved into the interview room and questioned for almost five hours. He only answered with "I don't know", "I don't remember", and shrugs with a mask of false hurt. That same day, he and Liam had a short conversation. Neither mentioned what had happened the previous day, it was just floating above their heads. But, Harry knew Liam remembered what he did, he saw it in the man's eyes when he was called into the interview room after Harry. Since then, Harry has been a walking corpse. Everything he did was with his brain on autopilot. 

Now, Harry is driving back from a diner, he had given up cooking at home after almost burning down his kitchen because he got distracted by La Reine's crown charm on his coffee table. Now, Harry had attached it to a chain around his neck and wore it everywhere. It was always with him, just over his heart and between his tattoos. In a way, Harry felt like Louis was with him too, just watching over him.

As he stops at a red light, through the darkness he recognizes a sleek black car as it drives past him. His lips part and he recklessly runs the red light and goes after the car. He doesn't bat an eye to the loud honks that are left in his wake, his eyes set on the black car as it speeds up. Harry accelerates and almost hits another car but he swerves at the last second. He follows the black car, nothing on his mind but the last time he saw it—Louis had to be in there.

Minutes pass and Harry doesn't realize how far from the city he is. It isn't until tall trees block the sunset and the clouds. He grips the steering wheel tighter and clenches his jaw. A small spark of fear popping up in his chest. Harry watches as the black car makes a sharp right turn. He does as the car did and comes up to a thin road, the trees crowd over his car as they soon turn thicker and greener. In the distance, he could see a roof. The small road turned out to be a long driveway, leading up to one of the biggest mansions Harry has ever seen. He stares at it too long before he realizes the black car drives through an open gate that shuts right after it, locking Harry out. He stops his car, immediately jumping out and slams the door shut.

His eyes search for a short tanned man but only meet the angry eyes of a tall lean man with dark hair. "Who the hell are you?" He hisses.

Harry doesn't let his voice waver, no matter how intimidated it was. Sure, the man was shorter than him, but if looks could kill, Harry would be lying dead in the dirt. "Harry Styles."