Ghost || 5SOS

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"Do you own a suit?" the feminine figure spoke as he strode into the room, confidence radiating off of him as the sparkly black dress swayed with each step of the black heels. His arm linked through his husband's as they walked through Michael's house, both ignoring the burning bins being rolled down the streets.

"I fucking arrived in this and I doubt this shit hole will let me steal a fucking suit."

"You're a hitman, what the fuck are you on?" Louis scoffed as he let his hand trail down Harry's back gently as he guided his lover to the guest bedroom where he had kept a cupboard full of suits. "Cub."

Michael's head snapped in the direction of the name, quick to make his way towards the man who had raised him for so many years. The forty three year old man had raised Michael since he was fourteen, teaching him how to kill and stay hidden. While, Harry taught the younger man kindness and how to cook a simple meal or two.

"Yes?" Michael replied as he stepped inside the guest room to see his parental figures standing by the wardrobe holding out the simple black and white suit.

"See if this fits, it's one of mine." Louis instructed holding it out to the younger male, as the couple remained in the room.

"Can you at least turn around?" Michael huffed in response as he snatched the suit from his father figure's hand. Louis rolled his eyes at the request as he turned to face the wall, while Harry smiled politely before turning away from the young man.

"It's nothing we haven't seen before."

"I was fourteen, Pai! Things change obviously." Michael huffed as he pulled up the trousers and buttoned his shirt. As he began to tie his bow tie, the brunet couple turned around figuring the hitman had had enough time to get changed.

"Can't have changed that much." Louis snickered, he crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed the suit carefully, the pants were loose but it wasn't something they couldn't fix.

"Mor! I'm twenty four! Get him to stop." The black haired man whined as Sekiro wrapped around his neck loosely.

"Lou, let him be." Harry smiled as he massaged the back of Louis' neck gently, "are you going to fix the pants or would you like me to?" the soft voice filled the room calming the playfully aggressive atmosphere.

"I'll fix them later." Michael dismisses the offer as he shrugged the jacket back off of his body, the muscular brunet walking out of the room with his phone pressed to his ear.

"You've got ten minutes before we leave. Are you sure you don't want me to do them quickly?" Harry offered, not wanting to pressure the younger man into anything he didn't want to do.

"You do it." Stepping out of the pants and handing them to his maternal figure. The black haired man felt more comfortable around Harry, knowing that he held no judgement to the way Michael looked.

Michael watched as the feminine male sat on the bed, pulling the sewing box out from underneath the bed. Harry had made sure that each building Louis owned had at least one first-aid kit and a sewing box as well for emergency purposes.

"We're leaving!" Louis shouted through the house as the sound of the car engine thundered throughout the house. The gang leader had an obsession for cars with loud engines and would always modify the cars to be louder than necessary.

Harry handed the pants back to the green eyed man before they both made their way out to the car, Sekiro listened to the clicking of Michael's tongue and slithered into her hiding place in the man's sleeve.

The hitman rubbed his thumb against her head gently before getting into the backseat, he knew better than to go into public without her; she was his sixth sense and he would be lost without her.