i dont quite know what i expected to get out of this...you can def tell im struggling lmfaoooooo

imagine this type of body jewelry...but mix it in with panties. or like a thongy thong yknow we gotta atleast cover up the bits & let the booty loose. business in the front party in the back type shit.

it says in the a/n in the beginning of the fic that there is no mpreg & no ideas of babies up in here but that's for the main cast - but this is a warning for child loss regarding another character. minute background details.

im SO sorry for the FUCKING CRAZY ROLLERCOASTER of a chapter this is but it's long as fawk so hopefully that makes up for it

—-

"married," louis' face falters. "no. no, no, no-"

he closes the lid to mitch's laptop and backs up until his back hits the wall. his eyes don't move from the electronic on the table. in fact, they water at the thought of being legally bound to his abuser even if the man is dead.

"not," mitch assures, "you're not. anymore."

"but i was," louis' chest tightens. "how the fuck? i don't- i would never," he looks at the two men across the room with wide eyes. "i would never."

"oh, i believe you," the boss crosses his arms.

"why did you do a background check on me?"

"uh...i did a little favor for you and it was brought to my attention. next question," mitch purses his lips. "legally speaking, you're a widow, lou. a widow to a very high known boss."

"is there a ring on my finger?" louis holds his hand up.

"no."

"there you have it. i'm not married, nor would i ever be, to that piece of shit. i don't ever remember agreeing to a marriage or signing anything," louis lowers his hand and slides down the wall until he lands on the floor, putting his head on his bent knees. he takes a deep breath and asks, "when?"

mitch opens his laptop and goes back to the saved document. "august 26th of this year."

"august?" louis croaks. "i've been in california since july."

"that's what it says," the boss shrugs. "when did you get your state issued id?"

"we got everything transferred the week we moved in. my license says tomlinson. the lease, my social security card, it all says tomlinson."

"and you have no recollection of anything of this sort?"

louis shakes his head.

"he couldn't have possibly tricked you into signing-"

"mitch, he said no," harry says lowly, "the answer is no."

louis lays his head on harry's shoulder and closes his eyes. "i think 'm gonna be sick."

mitch slides the trash can towards them in case he does get sickly and sighs.

"i couldn't do one on him because i would have to send in paperwork explaining why i need a dead man's criminal background..." mitch sits in the floor across from the boy. "obviously your name has not changed because it's costly to change it. you'd have to edit all of your bills and get a new social security card, new license, all that. but the license is in the system. someway, somehow, it got approved."

"shit's fucking crazy," louis gulps. "can...can i see it again?"

the boss gladly re-opens his laptop and pulls everything back up. their printed names, their signatures-

"it's clearly forged," harry says when he looks at it again, "lou doesn't dot his i's." when louis gives him a surprised glance at the uncommon recognition, he shrugs. "i pay attention."

being a widow at 24 years old was the last thing louis expected to ever learn about himself.

because first of all, what the fuck?

second, how did he not know? surely he would have known. he would have...should have...

"how do you make your payments on bills?" mitch questions.

"autopay on my card," louis says. "it just comes off when it's due and i get an email confirming the payments. saves paper and trees and whatnot."

"and everything else is under tomlinson?"

"should be."

he holds his phone out and goes through all of his emails, showing the two that everything was indeed under tomlinson and not montana.

"go to your school payments real quick," mitch mumbles. "old ones."

louis clicks on last month's payment, skimming over the email that he never opened, just acknowledged. that's a horrible habit of his, to just ignore things he knows he needs to pay attention to, but it's a solid payment on the same day every month. he just expects the money to come out and get the email. there's no need to read them anymore. thanks to this he'll definitely start paying better attention.

"account name is your student id number," mitch frowns. "you have your laptop on you?"

"it's at home..." the smaller man bit his lip and glances over at harry. "should be."

"under my bed," harry confirms with a nod.

"can you access your school stuff on your phone? i'm old, i don't know these things."

louis nods with a snort and opens the application for his mobile forum. mitch flips through a few tabs until he pulls up louis' student profile.

"it only says your first name and your student identification number when other students view you," the boss sighs. "that's why you never knew."

"how could he have changed my name on here?"

"just as easily as i re-changed it. i called them and told them to change it back to tomlinson once we found out why your grades hadn't came in. i think it'd be pretty disappointing to have 'louis montana' on your diploma."

"god," louis gags at the idea. "he's the reason i failed in the first place."

when louis reads the document one last time, he stands and pulls his car keys out of his pocket.

"i gotta go to vegas," he says. "i gotta find adrian and figure out what the fuck is going on."

harry rises to his feet. "louis, if they know you were married then they might think-"

"adrian wouldn't think i killed him," louis shakes his head. "he was the one that helped me out of that mess in the first place."

—-

adrian, mylo's cousin and right hand man, didn't look any different from the last time they spoke. his tan went away a bit but he still has the bleach blonde buzzcut, still has the same blue eyes, he's still six feet tall and his hugs haven't changed. he was, at one time, louis' protector when mylo had his moments. adrian confided in him about his abuse first. he told louis to run.

if it weren't for adrian being that voice in his head, he probably wouldn't have left. adrian saw the signs before he did. adrian was the one that patrolled the house for him and zayn for a week straight after mylo pushed louis down the stairs on his birthday, hospitalized him, then disappeared for days. mylo never came to the house, so adrian assumed things would be alright.

they weren't. mylo found louis doing a floor plan at paralyzer on a random wednesday night and started an entire scene in front of god and everybody, to the point he was made to leave.

and this was just between the last week of december and first week of january. the shit continued on until harry came to recruit him for inferno.

bless that man. he saved louis from a potential life sentence. behind bars or six feet under, that's something they'll never know.

"it's so good to see you," adrian murmurs and he takes a step back to look at him. "you've filled out. last time i saw you, you were no bigger than my little finger."

louis laughs lightly and points to harry. "he feeds me, thank him. adrian, meet my boyfriend, harry. harry, this is adrian. mylo's cousin."

mylo's relative shakes harry's hand. "pleasure to meet you."

"likewise," harry nods.

adrian leads the two inside and louis immediately says hello to adrian's little puppy that was roaming around the house. it's a young brindle pit bull that was very interested in louis' shoelaces.

"you can hold her, she's very sweet," adrian promises and he snaps his fingers down at the dog. "nani, give lou loves?"

nani immediately sits on her hind legs and puts her paws in the air as if she were about to be picked up. louis croons and scoops her up, saying hello to her again, cooing when nani rubbed her nose against his jaw. the pair follows adrian to a room with a table large enough to seat ten or more.

louis had used his old phone to see if he still had adrian's number saved in it, and nearly cried in relief when the man picked up after the first two rings. when he told adrian everything that had happened and that he was already halfway to las vegas, the man gave him an address and told him he could meet him as soon as he got into town. it's a good thing he never threw that phone out.

"so i assume you know about midas," adrian gives louis a small frown as they all sit.

"yeah, i heard...shit was crazy. how are things here?"

"better. i cut off his trafficking ties and focused more on the guns. he would have my head if he found out, but," the blonde haired man shrugs, "mylo was a shitty person and his clique was going downhill."

"you don't sound sad, and he's your own blood."

adrian rolls his eyes. "please. i wish i knew who killed him so i could thank them. they saved me from killing the man myself. i would have been in some deep shit."

"right," louis shares a minimal glance with the dog before clearing his throat. "it said you were a witness."

"i never once signed or witnessed anything related to holy, or matrimony, or whatever the fuck they want to call it. i looked through midas's safe and found this." the boss picked up a sheet of paper from its placement before him on the table with practiced signatures scribbled all over it. "mine and yours. he fucked us both on this one."

louis purses his lips. "yeah. definitely fucked us both."

adrian spots the small crow tattoo on the outside of harry's left wrist and murmured, "you too?"

harry looks down at his tattoo. "underboss."

"aye," adrian nods, holding up his own arm to show his clique branding. "props to you. hard position."

"definitely."

louis continues to cuddle with the wiggly puppy on his lap while they talk, and adrian interviews harry when he finds out he and louis are actually together. he asks invasive questions, important questions, and definitely just what his intentions with louis are. do they plan on adopting children? do they plan on getting legally married?

louis argues they've only been together for a few months but adrian shushed him so he could continue his interrogation. what's louis' morning routine? does he prefer hot drinks or cold drinks, is he more of a fruit or vegetable person?

when harry answers these questions right off the bat and louis' face gets redder and redder, adrian finally drops the conversation with a proud grin.

"i like him."

"he's okay," louis shrugs and smiles over at his boyfriend. "he has a cool vinyl collection and a really cute cat, but that's about it."

harry rolls his eyes at him with a soft smile. he holds a secure grip on the boy's knee while they return to the main focus of louis being in nevada in the first place: mylo.

"i am in control of everything that belongs to my cousin," adrian says, "his houses, his vehicles, his gang...i was put down as his next in line. you are clear, louis. i don't think you would have known what to do if you became the leader of montana."

"not really," louis agrees. "i'm glad you have it all, 'cause i don't want it. never did want it...i wanted out."

"now you are, and look at you. you look healthy. you look good," the boss says truthfully. "you look alive, kiddo, that's all i ever wanted from you."

"don't make me cry," louis whines as he hides his face behind nani's little head.

knowing he's got nothing to worry about regarding his vegas life anymore, louis feels a little lighter. the fact that mylo pushed for them to have legal ties sits behind his eyeballs like heavy weights, though, and he hates knowing that he was married without knowing it.

four months.

he was a montana for four months.

mylo's dead and still making his life a living hell.

when will this go away?

harry excuses himself to take a phone call, more than likely from mitch, louis assumed. he had followed them to vegas just to make sure things were alright and parked a street over in case anything went down south. although, he could have came inside with them. adrian doesn't bite. he hugs. that's not something you see from a leader everyday but adrian saved louis' life before he even realized it, so louis gives him all the hugs in the world.

"did he get what he wanted?" louis asks, swallowing hard. "is he with violet?"

a soft sigh comes from the boss as he nods.

mylo always told louis when he died, he wanted to be buried next to his daughter. violet's mother was a part of a vicious shooting that took four other lives. the mother didn't make it. the baby lived four days before she had to be taken off of life support. louis always wondered if that's what turned his ex into the person he was...cruel, angry, and crumbled down. although, mylo was already a snooty, 'i'm god's greatest gift to this planet' kind of person to begin with. if he remembered correctly, violet would have been 7 or 8 by now.

"yeah, kiddo. he's right beside her."

louis gives him a tight hug and thanks him for everything before he settles in the car about an hour and a half later. adrian makes harry stay on the front porch for just a second.

"you got him, right?" adrian asks. "i see the way you two look at eachother. he never looked at midas that way. think the kid might be in love with ya, harry."

"he's safe with me," harry promises. his stomach flutters at even the slightest thought of louis being in love with him. maybe?

...maybe.

he could find a wild daisy in a field and play he loves me, he loves me not, but that's such a shitty kid's game. being loved by louis is serious business. maybe even more serious than the clique he partakes in.

adrian offers him another handshake. "better be," he says, then lowers his voice, "thank you, by the way. he deserved it."

harry purses his lips in a tight line and nods as he returns the firm shake.

"if you ever need anything, have louis give you my number. maybe we can work on a few things," the boss says. "i owe you."

"how did you know?" dumbass. dumb. ass. he needs superglue for his lips to keep them sealed indefinitely. why did he just rat himself out?

"intuition." adrian claps his shoulder. "get that boy home and safe where he belongs. i'll see you."

harry nods and jogs to the car, nestling back into the driver's seat. louis waves at adrian as they pull out of the driveway and harry salutes him with two fingers. adrian gives the same salute back and makes sure they're out safely before returning inside.

"he's not gonna kill me, is he?" harry swallows hard.

"what? no," louis snorts. "adrian's good people. why?"

harry meets up with mitch and honks his horn at him to catch his attention as he passes by. "he knows i killed mylo."

louis then sits up and leans over the console to kiss his cheek. "if it keeps me protected, he won't touch."

when harry pulls up to a stop sign, louis turns his head so he can give him an actual kiss. "please trust me on this."

harry gulps again and nods, leaning back up to kiss louis once more. there's an annoyingly long honk from behind them, so louis rolls down his window to poke his head out.

"suck my dick, mitch!" he yells back at the boss and harry flips him off before speeding down the road.

"i think we should stay here tonight," harry says when they stop for food, thanks to his ears catching the sound of louis' tummy rumbling. mitch decided to head on back to california so at least one of them could be there when the club opens.

"here?" louis sputters. "in vegas?"

"mhm."

"why?"

"well, since we've visited one old friend...figured we could go say hi to some more."

louis gives him a confused look before his eyes widen. "let's go!"

—-

marshall jumps over the counter when he sees louis walking into paralyzer with harry at his side. he tramples the boy onto the floor in a bone crushing hug as he screams his name at the top of his lungs, and louis shrieks as they land on the carpet.

"holy shit! fucking call somebody when you come into town!" the pretty bartender scolds him before getting up, pulling louis up with him. "look at you. you're tan! and your hair, it's so long!"

louis gives him a real hug, with an even tighter squeeze. "hi, marshall."

"hi, loulou," marshall smiles into his hair. "'s so good to see you, honey. we miss you and zayn so much around here. how is he? how's los angeles? you have to tell me everything," he draws back to look over at harry. "hiya, mister styles."

"marshall," harry gives him a nod, "you better make sure there's no marks on my boy or i'll turn your organs into a drink and serve it myself."

marshall blinks in shock about five times before he checks louis very slowly for any bumps or scratches. "all good."

"that's what i like to hear," harry puts an arm around louis' waist and kisses the side of the boy's head. "want a drink, bunny?"

"as long as it doesn't involve human body parts, sure," louis winks over at marshall before the three of them to go the bar.

mason had the same reaction as marshall when his eyes landed on louis. he gave him a big hug, told him he missed him, but eyed the two sitting at the bar suspiciously when he noticed harry holding louis by the inside of his thigh.

the owner of the club tilts his head to the side. "lou?"

the stripper nods as he swirls his straw around in his drink. "boyfriends, yes."

"well, shit," marshall sighs in disappointment. "was waiting for the day i finally got divorced so i could kidnap louis and smuggle him away to amsterdam."

"we can still go to amsterdam," louis giggles, "but harry's gotta come with. he likes to travel."

the bartender thinks for a moment before shrugging. "m'kay."

mason puts his things in his office before relocating back to the bar and asks louis for updates about los angeles. louis tells him the good things. he doesn't tell anybody about him getting shot, or about the most recent fire they had to extinguish with mylo's psychotic plan to try and ruin his life. he gives them updates on zayn and his boyfriends, his step-cat, and shows the two men all kinds of pictures.

"you're keeping our promise?" mason raises his eyebrows at harry, almost in a scolding manner. "don't make me hang you by your you-know-whats, sir."

harry flinches at the thought of his nads being held in a death grip. "doing the best to my ability, mase," he says reassuringly.

marshall takes pictures with louis to keep this night and moment in his memories and hands him another strawberry daquiri — all requested virgin, since he was driving. "on me, babe. welcome back."

louis sips at his drink while wiggling happily in his seat, continuing to tell his old coworker and old manager stories about his new life. marshall listens as he makes drinks for customers.

louis nudges harry with his elbow with a smirk on his face, whispering, "watch." then, at a normal volume, "hey, marsh?"

"yes, lou?"

"i bet you ten bucks i have your name tattooed on my ass."

marshall furrows his eyebrows and hands a beer to a customer. "huh?"

louis stands up and waves the bartender over, turning to his side so he can lower his jeans a bit to show him the ink across his bum. marshall rolls his eyes and hands louis $10.

"i hate you."

"lies, you love me," louis smiles wide as he stuffs the money in his pocket.

mason departs to mingle, leaving the three boys at the bar, and harry gets an idea after watching a few people do their thing on stage. he swirls in his barstool and leans over to kiss louis' cheek.

"be right back," he murmurs. "stay here."

"staying," louis hums and he watches harry walk over to mason to talk to him, then his partner is leaving the club. he returns with louis' work backpack. louis eyes him up and down as the innocent smile on harry's face only grows more and more, then the backpack is being put on his lap.

"you're on in thirty."

"what?!" louis sputters. "harry, i'm not-"

"you're fine," harry promises. "have a little fun, bunny. you'll be back at 'ferno here soon. mason already cleared a spot for you."

"but," louis looks down at his backpack and pouts. "i don't have my good outfits in here..."

"bullshit. all of your outfits are good." harry kisses his forehead and grabs him by his shoulders, spinning him around to face the back door to the dressing room. "go do your thing, rockstar."

louis takes a deep breath and looks back at him with hesitant eyes. harry gives him an assuring grin and pats his shoulders before nodding towards the dressing area.

the stripper shuffles through his backpack for an outfit and pulls out his beloved boots, his rhinestone panties, black thigh high socks and a thick strapped black tank top. he was going to wear this outfit the day after the masquerade party but then the shooting occured. using his extra lighter to melt down his eyeliner pencil for more boldness, he does his makeup sitting in front of the mirror and he leans back in his seat once he finishes applying the rest of his makeup.

he started here.

his life, his career, started right in this very room.

it's almost tearjerking because he called this place home for a year. marshall, mason, they were family. they took him and zayn both under their wings and guided them, encouraged them, and protected them to the best of their abilities.

he changes into his outfit and ties his boots slowly, adjusting them to the right fit and he does a double take of his look. it's not much but it will have to do. he sprays perfume over his body and tucks his backpack under the vanity just like the good old days.

the rhinestones bump against the back of his thighs as he walks around to get used to being in his boots again. when he twirls, he watches the strings of stones spin out with him.

when his name gets called, he trudged to the right side of the stage. he catches harry leaned against the bar with his arms crossed over his chest, a cocky grin on his face. damn him.

harry remained perched at the bar while he watched louis jump straight into it. it was like the boy never got hurt in the first place with the way he managed to keep his upper body strength up, pulling and climbing on the center pole with ease. then again he did spend about three days with niall just fucking around with the living room pole, so he's trained himself back into a bit of familiarity. when louis locks his legs around the pole and bends backwards, holding still there as he rids himself of his tank top, harry puts both of his index and middle fingers through his lips to whistle loudly.

louis curls back up and twirls down the pole, landing in a splits. he bounces up and down twice before turning around onto all fours. he lowers his torso down onto the stage and arches his back, rocking his hips side to side so his body jewelry moves even more.

"how are you tonight?" he quietly asks a customer seated around the front of the stage, smiling at them when they say they're good, and thanks them when they compliment his body jewelry. he leans over to plant a kiss to their cheek before urging them to scoot back.

the young lad, who looks a little nervous yet enthused, slouches comfortably in his seat while louis sits on the end of the stage. he hooks his ankles over the back of the boy's chair and holds a tight grip on the edge of the platform as he rolls his hips in a circle in the air before his face.

when he gets back on stage, he sits on his knees and bends backwards until his shoulders hit the floor. he slides his hands up his torso, feeling the light weight of cash fluttering over his body. it just keeps rolling and rolling.

the money moves with him as he turns over on his tummy and arches his back. a customer reaches over to push a wad of folded up bills into the waistband of his panties and he bites his lip, batting his eyelashes up at him. he gives him a soft smile and continues on.

he's met with bright green eyes watching him intensely in a seat that had been empty for most of his dance.

louis grabs him by the collar of his shirt and presses a bruising kiss to his lips, hearing the whistles and loud cheering surrounding them as he catches harry's bottom lip between his teeth. he shoves harry back into his seat, gliding his tongue over his red lips, then winks at him.

"isn't he lovely?" he hears harry swoon over the music to a lad on his left. "that's my boy right there."

he hangs his head with a bashful smile before going back to the pole, hooking his leg around it before swinging himself in a circle a good few feet above. he bends his torso down, keeping his jeweled ass on display.

at the end of his round, which mason let him go three songs into, he grabs a handful of cash from his pile on the stage to throw over harry's head like confetti. the younger boy laughs as he's targeted, throwing what he can back at louis before taking a bucket from mason to help him collect his tips. he slaps louis' ass as the boy heads to the dressing room and grabs louis' shirt from off the stage before following him back.

"so where are you treating me to for dinner, my pretty little money maker?" he asks as louis sits in a chair.

"it's one in the morning," louis gives him a pointed toothed smile through the mirror. "our options are ihop, mcdonald's, taco bell, or gas station snack aisles."

harry hums in thought as he wraps his arms around louis' shoulders from behind, bending down so his head is beside his partner's. "think i could just eat you instead, then?"

"harry!" louis gasps and swats his arm, blushing a furious red as the man's laughter rings in his ear. "you little shit."

the gang member smirks and kisses his cheek. "you love it."

"uh huh," louis turns his head to peck his lips before pulling his tips out of the plastic container. harry sits in the leather chair beside him and helps him count out his tips. harry counts like he does, setting loose ones in stacks of 25 until he reaches 100. there's a couple fives and tens, some twenties and even a $100 bill in the midst of the pile.

"and, done," louis sighs, using the back of his hand to wipe his forehead as if he were working excessively hard and drenched in sweat. "twenty five hundred dollars later, i think i'm due for a spa day."

"how much did you make when you worked here?"

louis stuffs his money in his tip bag and sets his backpack on the counter. "it varied, really. sometimes i'd make five hundred a night, sometimes i walked out with ten thousand. you already know the drill."

harry nods and swirls in his seat. "what's the most you've made?"

"here? fourteen grand," louis pipes, "but that's because we did a big birthday celebration. i handcuffed this dude to the front pole and gave him a wicked show. i was also wearing a very, very tiny white skirt," he hums mischievously, "very tiny."

"can we recreate that for my birthday?" harry's clearly interested, based on the way his eyebrows immediately shoot up.

louis smirks as he places his foot between his boyfriend's open legs. "i could work something out."

he takes a quick shower and changes back into his previous outfit, handing his backpack off to his partner to place back into the car. bouncing back and forth between the bar and a seat in the population pool to support his old coworkers, he recieves hugs upon hugs from old friends from paralyzer and is forced to take about eight different pictures with some of them.

harry finds them a hotel to stay at for the night while louis drives around his old town one more time just to soak in good memories. he preferred the half of town that paralyzer was at, not the other side. he and the other side are not friends. it consisted of sleepless nights, jail visits (inside and outside), sobriety prayers and all the shit he wishes he could just seal in a box and bury.

with an itch of remembering that time in his life, he drives down that way anyways.

"hotel was way back, bunny," harry murmured as louis took a right turn.

"i know," louis shrugs. trust him, he knows. "just gotta stop somewhere and then we can go."

he pulls up to a smaller, what looked to be privately owned cemetery and puts the car in park. "gotta visit another old friend real quick."

"do you want me to come with you?"

louis bites the corner of his lip and shakes his head. "it's okay. i won't be long."

harry watches as louis gets out and opens the gate to the graveyard, tiptoeing into the field of headstones. small lights illuminated the area, but louis disappeared in plain sight. why they're in a cemetery in the middle of the night in las vegas, nevada, probably none of his business.

louis' feet shuffle through the grass as he gazes through the area, spotting a familiar small grave marker. beside is a much larger marker that makes him sick to his stomach.

midas a. montana "monty"
father, son, brother, and friend

mylo was a week shy of his 30th birthday when he died.

louis sits on the grass in front of his ex...boyfriend? husband? ex whatever's grave with a heavy sigh.

"mylo, mylo, mylo," he mutters. "the fuck have you gotten yourself into, mate?"

he grabs a cigarette from the pack in his jacket pocket and lights it, sparing a small glance to violet's headstone. "hi, violet. sorry for the things i'm about to say to your dad. please don't haunt me."

he flicks his ashes on mylo's headstone as he exhales his smoke. "really don't even know what to say, if i'm being honest...except for fuck you. fuck you for being who you were. and who you made me. fuck you for almost killing zayn. fuck you for the shit you put the both of us through. but i hope you're at peace and that your demons aren't troubling you anymore...'cause that shit was some of the worst things i have ever seen when it comes to addiction. you and zee both were some of the worst addicts i ever knew.

"i'm happy that we split up and that i found my way out. i'm happy that i finally found the courage to cut you out of my life knowing what could possibly happen. got a pretty good lad in my life that treats me better than i could ever imagine. it confuses me, because you were so mean and he's so...lovely." a quick drag of his cigarette makes him pause.

"he's not you and i compare the two of you sometimes, and it's shitty of me to do that but i'm not used to it, i'm not. i hate that he's so good to me because i still think i don't deserve it. it's back and forth, y'know, cause some days i relish in it and some days it makes me physically sick to my stomach.

"although, i think it's ironic, my. he killed you and i think i like him a little bit more for that. is that bad?" he sucks on his cigarette again, this time with a smirk. "it's horrible. man. that's awful."

when he finished his cigarette, he scraped it along the lettering of his abuser's headstone and stands, looking around for anybody that could possibly call the cops on him. after a clear search, he unbuttons his jeans.

harry estimates that louis is gone for maybe ten minutes but he's back in rather decent timing, dusting his hands off on his jeans and tugging the hem of his tee shirt down.

"you good?" the younger man questions with a quirked eyebrow.

"mhm," louis says as he buckles in. "said my goodbyes since i had to pee."

"so you pissed in a cemetery?"

"on mylo's grave, yeah."

harry stares at him in utter bewilderment for about ten seconds before the both of them bust out in loud laughter. louis was hitting the side of his fist against the steering wheel as he tried to collect his breath but wheezes only came out instead. tears were threatening to fall as his stomach started aching from laughing so hard. he had to unbuckle his seatbelt so it didn't choke him as he curled into himself, resting his forehead on the horn of the wheel.

"i can't-" harry takes a breath, more heavy laughter following, "i can't believe you."

louis leans back in his seat and lets out a satisfied exhale, a sinister grin plastered on his face. goodbye, las vegas, hope to never have to see you again.

"y'know, neither can i."

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welp. 'twas a shitshow of a chapter but here we is. i've been waiting to use that last scene for so long that i felt like this was the right timing to do so (((((((((: i thought it was hilarious buuuuuut we aint gonna talk about that

how do you feel about this chapter? last chapter spooked the shit out of you guys & i giggled a little bit.

thoughts on louis & adrian coming to terms with the fact mylo is literally one of the shittiest people to ever walk the rock?

i missed marshall & mason, i had to bring them back somehow. so i weaved it in & we got stripper!louis action.

think this might be the most whirlwind chapter i have written ever. this is literally how my brain goes on a daily basis: CRISIS CRISIS CRISIS, jokey jokes, seriousness, jokey jokes. 😳 i think i have a problem. sorry for the long a/n i hope your heart attack symptoms have been reduced for the time being!!!! ok love you bye ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥!!!!