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Louis opened his eyes slowly, but as soon as he did, he nearly jumped out of his own skin. He was so used to rolling out of bed and immediately getting dressed; instead he was met with Harry's eyes

The older boy was propped up on one elbow, seemingly watching Louis

"Sorry" Harry apologised softly "I didn't mean to scare you" he added sheepishly, offering Louis a smile

Louis nodded in acceptance, stretching slowly before sitting up in the bed "Were you watching me?" he asked quietly

"Somewhat" Harry replied truthfully "You looked peaceful" he noted "Good dream?"

Louis nodded happily, remembering that his dream featured fields of flowers, rose bushes and the sun shining brightly in the sky; it was less than he deserved

"Good" Harry replied, sitting up fully and finally stepping away from the bed

Louis swallowed, watching as Harry back away, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and simple grey joggers

"What-what are you doing...?" Louis asked softly, trailing off towards the end as he realised that this wasn't in fact his own room at all "Why am I-?" He didn't need to finish for Harry to know what he meant

"Last night-"

Last night. Louis remembered it all; the liberation and enlightenment of speaking to the gang leader in such a raw an unpasteurised way. Each word was blissful, soaking into the sunset and then sunrise as they continued their discussions

Harry cut himself off when he realised that Louis wasn't listening to him; caught up in a world of his own

Louis regained consciousness when he heard Harry stop speaking "Sorry"

Harry shook his head "No, it's fine" he promised.

Louis nodded to himself, swallowing before climbing out of the bed "Sorry, I should-" he hardly managed to finish before he was out of the door, down the hallway and in the familiar comfort of his own bedroom

He pressed the door shut and swallowed again, heart racing in his chest; he couldn't put his finger on what exactly about coming so familiar with the gang leader made him so fearful. Either way it did, frightening him beyond belief

After the night prior he felt changed. Changed in a way that burned so deeply through him that his core shook with the feeling; exposed and liberated all at once

He didn't know whether he loved or despised the feeling

***

Amidst the internal confusion that Harry was facing that morning (first being with the rift that he'd caused amongst the group regarding killing Terrence, and secondly with the night he'd spent with Louis; sacred and monumental) there was a knocking at the gang leaders door, thankfully disrupting him from the war in his mind

Niall entered the man's office shortly after; he eyed Harry and before stepping inside "Got some news for you, boss," the title was used playfully, the blonde man smiling as he spoke it.

Harry hummed, signalling for the man to come inside

Niall faltered before stepping closer "Since when do you read?" He questioned, looking over Harry's shoulder and eyeing the array of novels littered across his desk

"Since when did you care?" Harry shot right back

Niall shrugged, holding his hand up in defence "I don't"

"So" Harry started pushing himself up from when he was rested against his desk and straightening up "You have news?" He questioned, brushing himself down

Niall sighed as he nodded "Somewhat" he confirmed "It's about Peter."

"Peter?" Harry repeated "What of him?"

"There's proof of his gang in France" he answered "More so than we'd initially thought" he added

Harry hummed thoughtfully "How many?"

"We don't have a number yet" Niall replied

Harry's brows furrowed "Then get on it"

"We're trying"

There was a short silence, before Niall's regretful sigh filled it

"What?" Harry asked

Niall hesitated "There's-" he stopped himself and Harry leaned closed

"What?" The leader repeated, far more forcefully than before

Niall's nose scrunched involuntarily as he turned his head as to not face Harry's "We think that there could possibly be an alliance"

Harry frowned "I'm listening" he urged

"Between Peter and another gang" Niall continued "We're not sure who yet"

Harry's frown deepened "Then find out" he commanded.

"We plan to."

***

When the boys fought, which they often did, it was in the training room

They knew better than to swing at one another outside of practicing, despite wanting to throw a punch at each other now and then

It was Harry that seemed to be the usual culprit. Annoying and getting annoyed more than any other member of the gang

His arrogance, although admirable from an outsider's point of view, frustrated all of the other boys beyond belief. Harry was cocky, no doubt, and what was even more frustrating was that most of the time the gang leader could back up his arrogance

"Told you that you couldn't stand a damn chance" Harry said, eyeing Zayn that was now on the floor opposite him

The dark haired man huffed, kicking out a foot and knocking Harry down with a soft thud "Idiot" the second in command muttered

Harry groaned "You're a sore loser" he replied "Always have been"

"And you're an arsehole" Zayn shot back just as easily "Always have been"

Harry barked out a laugh at this, rolling his eyes at the other man "You hide your bitterness and jealousy behind your sarcasm" he stated "It's not a cute look on you" he added "Special seen as you're supposed to be the sweet one" he reminded

Zayn scoffed "Who the fuck labelled me that?" He quizzed, finally pulling himself up with a soft groan

Harry pondered for a moment "Liam, if I recall correctly" he answered "Or maybe he was talking about your face, who knows" he added lowly

Zayn rolled his eyes "Shut up" he grumbled, brushing himself down before holding a hand out to help Harry to his feet

The gang leader grinned "Just an observation" he replied

"Well stop observing" Zayn snapped "I'm the smart one" he reminded

"That, I don't doubt" Harry agreed

Zayn smiled "Speaking of which, I was thinking I could speak to Mark about-"

"Wait what?" Harry cut him off immediately "Mark, why?"

Zayn faltered, confused for a moment before breaking off into a short laugh "About Louis, obviously" he replied "Wait, have you already made other arrangements? Because there's no way in hell I'll let you sell him to-"

"Sell him?" Harry cut in sharply "Jesus, Zayn, why the fuck would I... why would I sell him?"

Zayn shrugged "You do some fucked up shit sometimes" he reminded

Harry rolled his eyes "I'm not going to sell the kid" he confirmed "And I don't have any arrangements" he added

Zayn blinked "Then what's the plan?" He asked

Harry shrugged "Don't have a plan" he replied

"Then why won't you listen to my idea-" Zayn cut himself off this time, breaking into a smile "You finally spoke to him didn't you?" He asked

"Huh?"

"The kid, Harry, you talked to him"

"What's that got to do with it?"

"You spoke to Louis and now you don't want him to go back to Mark's place"

Harry sighed "He doesn't have a choice" he stated "We don't have a choice, Zayn" he reminded "We made a deal"

"Fuck the deal, Harry, this is life and death!"

Zayn's point was fair and valid but if Harry Styles was one thing it was stubborn

Zayn just figured he'd have to work his magic a little more if he wanted to Louis to be safe and that meant one thing; getting the pair to spend more time together

Sorry that I took so long to update, I've not been feeling great lately and everything seems like an effort

I hope you enjoyed the update, even though it was fairly short

Questions: Why do you think their night together was so significant on both parts? What did it signify?

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