The Killer Couple Book 1 //L.s au

Epilogue

Okay, so you lot seriously hate Niall? He's my motherflipping baby in this story. What happened to "No, I want to see Niall in the next book."? Naps, peeps. this is the Niall you're getting. Stockholm was expected guys, look at what he's been through! Think through things, why the hell would he still be there in the next book if something like this didn't happen? I didn't say he was in love with Louis or Harry it's just a small obsession (they aren't going to go fuck each other)- there's no changing that guys. @satansspecialsomeone gets that. MOTHERFUCKING THANK YOU. This is dedicated to her, because her comment completely recognized what happened in these last three chapters. This was building up, guys, you just have to READ it. Plus, isn't it so deliciously creepy it makes your mouth water- no, kay whatevs.

P.s: @_xLoucelsButchx_ , yeahhhh we can get married. x

YOU LOT READ: This final epilogue is setting up for the second book. So the whole thing of baby talk is sudden, but deal with it, things will smooth out later in the second book. I love you lot so much. I hope you go on to read the second book because I promise to make it even better. The second book is already up and I promise to have the prologue up (which is so long, gawd) as soon as we reach over 5 comments and 10 votes!( not the same person you sneaky little bastards xD) <3 much love guys.

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"Louis would you please just help me?" Harry whined, moving around the kitchen and placing plate in boxes wrapped in paper. Louis sat on the couch, chewing on onion crisps, as Niall sat beside him- a distance away because, come on- watching some weird show on the telly. Harry huffed, as he noticed he was being ignored and walked over to the television and turned it off earning a destressed sound from Louis and Niall both. "Look," Harry pointed a long, slim finger toward the blonde, "you are the main reason we are moving- that and fact that the angencey requires home inspections and right now we can't have that, then, " Harry turned to Louis, " you are the one who told me a new home was always required after at least three years." A huff left the young, yet taller of the three and he glared. He was tired, from one: desposing of the Zayn fellow, and two: having to move around the house, cleaning it out and wiping mostly every surface with bleach. No print.

Louis sighed and stood up, planting a hand on his lover's shoulders. "Sorry, Haz. We'll help." He kissed his cheek, where dimple popped afterwards.

What Harry meant by agencey was the adoption agencey that was down in liverpool, run by a woman that was so evil and scary that she had Louis shaking slightly (but only slightly, because that bitch though). She had given them the hardest, stone cold expression the second they walked in, Niall behind, holding onto Harry's belt loops. She glanced them all over and rolled her eyes, giving an easy smile- surprise surprise- and let out a smooth, "welcome to Liverpool Adoption agencey, we smile, when they smile; how may I help you?" The wrinkles in her face showed just how much she actually smiled- never. Apparently there weren't many kids smiling here. Louis spoke up first explaining how much they've always wanted a child, and how excited they were. His voice was velvet and sweet, not the regular Louis, Niall was used to. He slightly impressed at how sweet he could sound. The woman asked many questions asking about their job- which they lied about (oops)- she asked who would be the parents, a slight frown finally gracing her lips when he motioned toward Harry and himself. Then, she finally went on to ask about the suspicious character behind them. Niall stood up straighed in his chair.

He hadn't been allowed outside in almost a full year, so he was having some sort of small anxiety everytime someone would look at him. Did he look funny? He did have a few things wrong, like his limp that was obviously perminant, and his hair was mainly more brown than blond while going over his ears. He was so nervous for some weird reason. Louis completely ignored how Niall was obviously sending off tension and explained he was his brother that lived with them and thought that it would be important to know that they would have a third person in the home. The woman rolled her eyes, writing different things down, then giving them a stack of papers to fill out. She had explained that if they were to have these filled out and put back in an envelope, then an agent would be by their home in a few weeks time to give a home expection. If the expection went well, they would be given different profiles for children and would be able to have their own little family. All of that information had put Harry in the best mood of his life. This was actually happening. He had thanked the woman multiple times and saying how he was so excited, only to be brought down by Louis, who explained to the woman that they were currently in the middle moving (which was a lie at that time) and that they will be sending a fax to the agencey of their new address. She wrote down their fax number, sending them on their way, with a smile that just yelled ' faggots'.