Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 38

Louis and I ended up deciding to stay the night in my side of town, instead of driving back up to the nicer side. We both had concussions, his more severe than mine and we both had at least five new stitches, which made driving more than a half hour seem like a very bad idea.

Jay had sent Andrea out on a mission that would take her the whole night and I think we both needed a break from the fancy hotel room that we had been in.

Which is how I ended up driving Louis Tomlinson back to my apartment for the night. He let me drive since his head was still hurting him, and I was sweating bullets the whole way, while he sat quietly next to me.

My apartment wasn't exactly the nicest, or in the nicest part of town, and although I knew he hadn't been born into money, he certainly was used to it now. I wasn't sure how he would react to sleeping on the top floor of a trashy apartment building with a leaking roof.

He was silent for most of the drive, his elbow resting on the ledge of the open window, the warm night air whipping through his hair and sending it into a soft mess. He still looked beautiful, even with the bandage tainting his fair skin.

I finally decided to break the silence when he noticed my staring.

"I was able to grab the other case...the one with the lock I mean."

He nodded slowly, thinking, "did you open it already?"

"No, I figured you didn't want my friends to know the details of our mission so I left it in the car and said nothing."

He gave me a grateful smile, "I think that's best. Not that I don't like your friends...I just.." he trailed off.

I nodded "No, it's your gang's business, I understand."

He gave me another grateful smile, "let's open it when we get to your place. I don't think it'll be another bomb."

"I agree, I think if they were both bombs, this one wouldn't be locked."

My nervousness got the better of me then, and I decided to forewarn him.

"By the way, my apartment isn't exactly the nicest place...I mean I don't have a real job and don't keep most of the money we get our hands on so...." This time I trailed off, hoping he would understand what I was trying to imply.

"Love, I don't care where you live, I'm in charge of a bloody gang, I've slept in quite a few strange places, I doubt yours will shock me."

His words were strangely comforting, and I hoped he had meant what he said. I didn't know why, but there was a part of me that wanted desperately not to disappoint him.

Finally, we pulled up to mine and Andrea's apartment building. It was dark, and I could hear loud music from several open windows, while smoke drifted out of others.

I didn't want to see Louis's expression, so I kept my eyes away from him as I grabbed the other case off the floor of the back seats. I didn't have my key with me either, so I would be breaking into my own apartment tonight.

Louis followed me through the hallways to a rickety elevator, stepping around broken glass and smushed aluminum cans. Someone had also thrown a wad of bloody sheets out in the hall that we had to step over. I didn't even want to know what had happened to those.

The elevator climbed slowly, making a loud screeching noise as it did, opening it's doors on the top floor to a hallway that was slightly cleaner than the entrance one, though not by much. There were no bloody sheets or broken glass, but the carpet held plenty of suspicious-looking stains and one of the dim lights had broken free of it's casing in the ceiling, and was swinging free by just a few wires.