Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 20

Louis didn't understand what was happening to be honest, he had been wrapped up in a blanket that had pretty much appeared out of nowhere by Fredrick Harrison and a woman that had rushed through the door along with two other policemen that had been running up the stairs. Both the woman, who introduced herself as Officer Alice Watson, and Fredrick started talking into their small radios about how they had found him and that they were taking him back and that they would call them if they needed reinforcements.

"Are you hurt?" Alice wondered when Louis got led out, the blue eyed boy stumbling over his feet. He felt like he was going to throw up. Was he really going back to England? Was he leaving Harry? Louis swallowed. Was he actually leaving Harry?

"I have to throw up," he whimpered and immediately got helped to the ground, Louis hearing how Fredrick said "He seems to be suffering from some sort of sickness, maybe food poisoning or some sort of other poison." Louis hated him. He had decided, he wanted him gone. Louis doubled over and threw up, his eyesight going white for a moment but got better when he got lifted to his feet again, Louis refusing to move.

"Mister Tomlinson, we have to leave," Alice said with a rather calming tone. It didn't help, that Louis was panicking on the inside. Leaving the house? Leaving the stable? Leaving Whiskey? Leaving Alaska?

Leaving Harry? Louis shook his head and the two policemen seemed confused, looking at each other before they started pulling on him again. "Stop," Louis choked then, realizing that he was crying. But they didn't hear. They stopped though as if to let Louis breathe, the blue eyed boy looking back at the house that had been his home for so long. He felt horrible that he couldn't remember how his apartment in England looked like. He frowned when Harry suddenly got thrown out the door and onto the grass that was wet from rain and melting snow, squirming against it when another woman sat on his back and tugged on his wrists. She put a pair of handcuffs on him and Louis shook his head again, tugging himself towards him so he could help him, but he got held back.

"You have been charged," she simply said to Harry and Louis absolutely loathed her too.

Soon enough Harry got lifted onto his feet again, his whole front covered in mud and water. He looked cold and pale and tired, eyes red from crying and his head hanged low just so no one would see it. He got led to one of the two police cars that stood right there in the grass next to the lake, Louis thinking that the woman and the second male policeman was unnecessarily rough with him.

Louis started to walk towards that car too then but got pulled to the other one, sitting down in the backseat of it. "We will leave soon," Fredrick said then and smiled a little, closing the door. Louis heard a small click and he realized that they were locked; that he was isolated from the outside world, even if it was just for a moment. He got to his knees on the car seat then and looked through the rear window, watching how Harry just sat in the car and glared out to nothing, his forehead resting to the head rest on the driver seat. He looked devastated, and Louis hated it. He glanced up at Alice through the car window, watching how she spoke with the other policeman that he didn't know the name of. Thankfully enough he had his badge out, conveniently enough, Louis having to squint his eyes just to see it. He had been without contact lenses for so long that he had even grown used to it.

Jackson Owen. Louis frowned and sat back, staring up and the rather good looking male that kept throwing glances at him, blond hair being slicked back in the same ponytail that Harry had worn. Louis looked out through the rear window again then when Harry's police car started, Harry just sinking back in his seat and looked out too, catching Louis' gaze for a second when they passed.

"Sorry for the wait," Jackson said when he sat down in the driver's seat, Alice sitting down in the passenger seat. She smiled at him in the rear view mirror. Louis just glared at her.