Liam Payne, 20 - Iron. Wanted because he beat up and tortured guys for the mafia. "The Muscle."

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Day 3 – 46 hours into the heist (Saturday, 22nd, 9:05am)

"What do we have here?" Nick asks, holding up the phone as he smirks at Harry, who's currently in a whole other dimension, shitting himself and praying to the Gods above to give him mercy.

Harry's a dead man. Everyone knows it. Mercury yells out at Oxygen, who's walking up and down the hallway, to come and get the rest of the guys downstairs, which leaves Harry alone with Louis and him, aka the devil incarnate himself.

"Where did you get this? Did you think you'd get away with it?" Mercury laughs before he throws the phone on the ground and smashes it with his foot.

Should Harry run right now? He's going to get killed, he knows that.

"This is because of you, you know that, right?" Mercury asks Louis, who's currently looking at Harry with disappointment on his face.

"How the fuck is this my fault?" Louis asks, nostrils flaring.

"You were the one supervising him for the past three days and you didn't see him taking the phone?"

Louis shakes his head. "I have no idea when he took the phone, or how he sneaked it out."

There's disappointment on Louis' face and Harry feels like he can't breathe. Mercury's expression is terrifying, like he's about to blow everything up because of this.

"These hostages are never going to respect us and are going to keep trying to pull shit like this unless we teach them a lesson."

And okay, Harry's head is spinning right now, because Mercury sounds serious and Louis isn't saying anything. There's no way they're going to shoot him, right? Right????

"So what do you want me to do, Mercury? Kill this kid?"

Mercury nods and Harry's heart drops into his pants. Oh fuck, he's serious.

"You're not serious." Louis blankly says and looks at Harry. "She clearly said we shouldn't kill-"

"I don't give a fuck what she said, to be honest. She's not in here with us, she doesn't go through what we go through. She made those rules without knowing what would happen or how things were going to unfold."

There's a commotion outside and Mercury looks at the door before he looks back at the two of them.

"Kill him now, or I'll do it." he spits before he's out the door.

Harry watches the door shut behind him and feels like he can't breathe.

When he turns around to face Louis, there's a gun pointed at him.

"What are you doing?" he asks, raising his hands up in defense.

"I need to..." Louis trails off, still holding the gun up to Harry's chest.

"Please don't shoot me, I promise I won't try to-"

"Shut up." Louis groans, running a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner.

"Look, look." Harry says, trying to calm him down. He has no idea what to do or say, he's just panicking because Louis is panicking, when he's the one who's supposed to know what to do (or not to do) in this situation. "You can shoot me in the leg, okay? So there's blood."

"And what will I do...I don't know man, this is fucked up, fuck." Louis grunts and chews on his lip.

They hear Mercury's voice booming through the hallway and Harry wants to scream because he did NOT sign up for this when he agreed to go to the interview for his father's sake.

"Come on Louis!" he exclaims in the heat of the moment and Louis' head snaps up. He points the gun at Harry and fires. Harry closes his eyes out of reflex, but the pain doesn't come.

When he opens them, there's a bullet in the wall behind him and Louis is heavily breathing.

"Just do it, come on." Harry urges, because he can hear heavy boots on the floor outside the bathroom and Mercury whistling as he gets closer and closer.

When Louis doesn't move, Harry grabs the gun from his hands, and the older guy doesn't even fight it.

"What are you doing." Louis says in a soft voice as Harry bites down on his wrist and points the gun down at his thigh.

He closes his eyes and presses the trigger.

Pain shoots through his entire body and he can feel a heat wave go all the way from his thigh to his ears. He drops the gun and wobbles a bit, so Louis rushes to catch him before he falls.

He sets Harry down on the floor and there's blood oozing out of his leg now, covering the floor inch by inch. The door to the bathroom creaks open so Harry lays down on the floor next to the pile of blood and closes his eyes.

He can hear Mercury's boots as they come closer and eventually stop a few meters away from him.

"It took two shots for you to kill him?" Mercury asks Louis.

"Fuck you, Mercury." Louis spits. "I've never shot someone before."

"Right, but you've used a knife before huh." Mercury laughs and Louis mumbles something under his breath.

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Louis asks after a few moments of silence.

"Take him in the warehouse and put him inside a box or something."

Harry grits his teeth and resists the urge to swear like a sailor at Mercury. There's dead silence as Mercury leaves the bathroom and Harry wonders how some people can be so cruel.

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Day 3 – 48 hours into the heist (Saturday, 22nd, 11:30am)

Louis leaves Harry alone to lie in the bathroom after fifteen minutes of pacing around and trying to figure out what to do. This whole plan has gone to shit now and he's sure the Chemist will go into full rage mode when she finds out.

"What happened? What were those shots?" Zayn asks as soon as Louis enters the main office to find the first aid kit. Louis knows he can trust Zayn not to tell Mercury that he hasn't actually killed Harry.

"Mercury made me kill the kid."

Zayn's face contorts in shock. "What? Which kid? Styles? You didn't-"

Louis shakes his head as he slams the cupboard open and looks through it.

"No, I didn't, but Mercury thinks I did."

"Fuck, Hydrogen, what the fuck?"

Louis grabs the first aid kit. "I shot him in the leg. Listen, Mercury is losing his mind. I need to get the kid to a place where he won't find him."

"There are four vaults-"

"But Neon is digging through one."

"I can get hack into the system and unlock it from here." Zayn offers and goes to sit down at the laptop. "You can get him there and then we'll...we'll figure something out."

"I just need to find a way to get him down there without anyone seeing." Louis says and closes the cupboard after grabbing the smallest first aid kit he could find.

"They're having lunch downstairs right now. I know a way." Zayn says and Louis nods, waiting for him to hack the security system.

Harry's still on the floor when the two of them get there.

"Get up." Louis tells him and Harry struggles to stand up properly, but fails, falling back onto his arse.

"Shit." Zayn swears and Louis takes out some gauze bandage from the kit and wraps it around Harry's thigh as tight as he can to stop the bleeding that has slowed down.

There's blood on Harry's hands from where he tried to stop the bleeding and he looks so helpless Louis' heart hurts. He doesn't deserve this. None of the hostages deserve this, and now he regrets agreeing to this whole thing.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." Louis tells him and Harry does so after a moment of hesitation. Louis helps him stand before he puts one arm around his back and the other behind his knees, and then hoists him up bridal style.

"Jesus, how much do you weigh?" Louis grunts as Zayn opens the door. He guides them down two emergency flights of stairs and then they're in a dark hallway.

Zayn passes the vault where they can hear sawing noises, and stops at the last vault. He types a code in and then slides a card he pulls out of his pockets through the monitor on the wall.

The vault makes a noise and then the door slightly opens. There are stacks of cash in the corners and Louis places Harry down to lean against one of them.

"I'll bring him some water. He's pale as fuck." Zayn says and leaves them alone.

Louis stares down at Harry before cursing under his breath and running his hands over his face.

"This is a fuckin' disaster." He says as he looks at Harry's bandaged thigh.

"It was either this or me dying." Harry mumbles.

"How can you be fucking positive right now? Everything's gone to shit."

Harry shrugs. "Nineteen year old says he prefers having a bullet in his thigh to actually dying."

Louis blinks. "What?"

"Sorry, it's a habit."

"Talking out loud?"

Harry shakes his head. "No, thinking of headlines when I'm anxious."

"Does your leg still hurt?"

"Of course it does, I've got a bullet inside." Harry answers and Louis rolls his eyes.

"I don't know how to take it out."

"Can't you ask Oxygen?" Harry asks, pressing his palm against the bandage. It hurts, still feels like a thousand knifes stabbing at it, but he knows that the more he thinks about it the more it hurts. "She said she's good with...that."

"I'm not sure if I should tell more people because...I don't know, Mercury is fucking insane right now."

"Louis, please." Harry asks, looking up at him and fuck, Louis never really noticed how green his eyes were? And how pinks his lips look in the almost-blinding light of the vault?

"I'll talk to her. Don't know if I can trust her yet."

They get interrupted by Zayn returning with a bottle of water.

"It's chaos out there, everyone is freaking out because they heard the shots and think you're dead."

"Man, I need to talk to the Chemist." Louis says as Zayn opens the bottle and hands it to Harry. "I don't care if Mercury goes ballistic."

"Can you tell Niall I'm okay?" Harry asks five minutes later when the two of them want to leave. "I know he'll worry."

Louis licks his lips from where he's standing in the door. "Yeah. If I find a way so no one will hear us, sure."

Then the door closes and Harry stares at it for what seems like an eternity. Then he realizes that Louis doesn't even know who Niall is.

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Day 3 – 52 hours into the heist (Saturday, 22nd, 3:10pm)

After lunch, Louis has to accompany some guys to the bathroom, and he makes sure to take the blonde Irish guy with him, because he's sure that's Niall. The guy seems really distraught (as one would be during a fucking heist) and sad, so he grabs his arm when they're in the bathroom and pulls him into a corner when everyone else is in the cubicles.

"Look..." he whispers. "I didn't kill him, okay? He's fine."

Niall's eyes widen. "Really?"

Louis shushes him as a toilet flushes. He nods, and then steps away when one of the other guys comes out of the cubicle. Niall looks relieved as he goes in.

As he waits for everyone to finish washing their hands, Louis thinks about how the whole situation will play out. They've got six more days in this shithole, is he supposed to just keep Harry in that vault with the bullet in his leg? He'll probably go crazy from all the artificial light in there and the air is messed up, it's too much to handle even for the strongest person on earth.

He knows he has to tell Hailee about it; otherwise Harry's probably going to bleed out eventually. He just doesn't know how to tell her. Everyone already thinks he's a cold-blooded killer, even before he supposedly killed Harry.

He sends Zayn to check on Harry half an hour later, right before Nick enters the main office and slams his gun down on the desk. Louis hates him so much he thinks it's inhuman.

"You lost your mind." Louis tells him and doesn't even give a shit if it's provoking him.

"Listen Hydrogen, get off your high horse for a second to realize what's going on. These people are starting to disobey us and if we want to get out alive, we need to earn their respect."

"Their fear, you mean."

Nick rolls his eyes and Louis picks up the phone.

"What are you doing?" Nick asks and Louis dials '1' before he presses the phone up to his ear.

"Telling her you've lost your last two brain cells."

Nick takes action then, by grabbing Louis' wrist and forcing him to let go of the phone.

"Don't you dare."

"Do you think she won't find out?" Louis asks and wriggles himself out his grasp. "Because she will. You just killed our leverage."

Nick laughs, throwing his head back and leaving Louis dumbfounded. "What?"

"You just killed our leverage, I didn't do shit."

"You fucking-" Louis starts and lunges at him, ready to punch him right in the face.

"Hey hey hey!" Liam intervenes as soon as he comes to the door, struggling to hold Louis back as much as he can. "Cut it out, for fuck's sake!"

"You're gonna go to hell." Louis spits at Nick, who flips him off and grabs his gun from the table.

"I'll meet you there then." He says before he leaves, slamming the door behind him.

"What happened?" Liam asks once he lets go of Louis, whose chest is still rising uncontrollably.

"He's a dick, that's what happened. And he's going to get all of us in here killed as soon as we step foot outside these walls."

"Calm down."

Louis sits down on one of the chairs and takes a deep breath, before he thinks about sneaking food down to Harry and getting him more water. He also debates on whether to tell Hailee about the whole thing because he knows that bullet has to come out at some point.

"Yeah, okay. I'm fine." He says to Liam just so he can get him off his back.

"Okay, well, I'm going to get lunch for everyone and then I'll come back in case you need anyone else to talk to."

Louis smiles. The biggest mystery to him right now is how in the world did Liam end up here, because he's way too nice and has a heart of gold.

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Day 3 – 59 hours into the heist (Saturday, 22nd, 10:30pm)

Harry jolts awake because he's absolutely sweating his balls off. His hair is clinging to his forehead and he feels so gross he wants to scream. His mouth is dry and the suit is clinging to his entire body. Not to mention the faint smell of blood coming from his thigh.

"Fuck." He swears and unzips his suit before he arches off the stack of money so he call pull it all the way down to his waist. His white tank top is wet and he could really use a shower right now.

The door to the vault clicks open and he freezes, because the last two times Louis came to check up on him today made him think that maybe Mercury figured out that he wasn't dead.

It's still Louis though, so Harry lets out a sigh of relief.

Louis pauses in front of the door when he sees Harry fanning out his tank top by holding it between two fingers.

"What time is it?" Harry asks him and Louis blinks at him before he steps in and slowly closes the door behind him.

"Half past ten, everyone's gone to sleep by now."

"Who's watching Niall?"

Louis makes a face. "Ni-Mercury."

"Fuck."

Louis shrugs. "There was no one else to do it, unless you wanted me not to come back until morning."

"Yeah, okay." Harry nods and looks down at his thigh for a second. "Have you talked to Oxygen?"

Louis nods. "I'm going to take you up to the main office because it's my shift to be awake. And she'll pull out the bullet for you."

He walks over to Harry, who notices that it's the first time he's seen him without a gun.

"Bold of you to come unarmed." Harry jokes and Louis rolls his eyes before he slings Harry's arm around his shoulder and helps him up.

"Don't be a smartarse. Can you stand?"

Harry nods and lets Louis help him up into a standing position.

"Does it hurt?"

Harry shrugs. "A bit. The bleeding has stopped though."

It takes them ten minutes to get all the way up to the main office because Harry's still limping a bit and he knows he can't smell good, but Louis isn't saying anything about it.

The room is empty, and the TV is on mute in the corner when Harry sits down on the couch, one leg propped onto it and the other on the floor.

Louis leaves him there for a minute and when he comes back, Oxygen is behind him.

"Jesus." She breathes when she sees Harry's leg.

"Tell me about it." Louis mumbles and leans against the table as he watches her kneel down by the couch with her First Aid kit in hand.

"You're going to have to take off your suit if you want me to take the bullet out."

Harry obliges by sitting up straight on the couch and pulling the suit down all the way to his ankles. He throws a glance in Louis' direction, who has his poker face on.

Harry Styles, son of Her Majesty's attorney general, is in his briefs and see-through tank top in front of one of the most beautiful heist men the world has ever seen

Harry shakes his head and stretches his leg back out on the couch before he leans back against it.

"Why are you smiling?" Oxygen asks as she untangles the bandage from around his thigh.

"Thinking of headlines, probably." Louis says and Harry smiles up at him.

Oxygen shakes her head and slaps a pair of sterilized gloves onto her hands. "Not even going to ask what that means."

Harry looks down at the wound. The blood has dried now and it looks gross.

"I'm gonna put some Hydrogen peroxide onto the wound, okay? It's gonna hurt."

"Ha." Harry laughs.

"What?"

"Hydrogen peroxide, as in, a combination of Hydrogen and Oxygen." Harry explains and looks at Louis to see his reaction.

"Very funny." Louis states, but there's a smirk playing at his lips.

Harry hisses when the cold liquid touches his bare thigh, and Oxygen hands him a rag to put into his mouth in case he wants to scream.

She takes a pair of tweezers from the kit and looks up at him. "This is going to hurt like a fucking train, just warning you, because I'm not sure how deep the bullet is."

Harry nods and bites his lip, waiting for it. When she digs the tweezers in, he tries his best not to scream bloody murder.

Five minutes later she manages to get the bullet out and begins to stitch him up.

"Small bullet, thank God." She tells him once it's all over and a new bandage is on.

"How about no bullet?" Harry says and pulls his suit back up to his waist.

"The gauze is waterproof, because you need to take a shower."

Harry sighs in relief. "A shower would be great."

Oxygen stands up and takes off her gloves. "Hydro, get him showered. I have to go and change shifts with Silver now."

Louis nods and watches her put the kit back into the cupboard before she grabs her gun and leaves the two of them alone.

"So...where's the shower?" Harry asks, licking his lips.

"Right in there. Here's a towel. Don't get it bloody."

Harry stands up and toes off his shoes, before he pushes the suit all the way down to his ankles and steps out of it.

"Do you have like, a change of underwear?" Harry asks and grabs the towel Louis hands out to him.

"Yeah. They're mine though, not sure if they fit."

"I'm not fat, thanks." Harry mumbles.

Louis rolls his eyes and walks over to the giant closet in the corner, where he pulls out a small duffle bag with the letter "H" on it. He digs through it and pulls out a brand new pair of briefs, which he hands to Harry.

"Thanks."

He's aware that Louis is watching him take his tank top off, and when he looks up, Louis is staring at his tattoos again.

"What?"

Louis shakes his head and hands him a toothbrush. "Nothing, just go shower."

Okay, so not a good time to ask Louis to show him his tattoos then.

Harry closes the door behind him and looks around in the tiny bathroom. There's a sink in the corner next to the toilet and the shower is right against the wall opposite to the door. He takes off the rest of his clothes before he gets into the shower, and as soon as the warm water hits his face, he sighs.

He's never going to underappreciate the luxury of having a shower at home. He uses the brand new shampoo to also wash his hair, and by the time he's finished also brushing his teeth and wraps a towel around his waist, he feels way better.

When he walks out of the bathroom Louis is sitting on the couch with a pack of gummy bears, gun next to him. Should Harry find this attractive? Probably not.

Louis looks away from the TV when he hears the door to the bathroom closing, and doesn't take his eyes away from Harry until he's sitting down next to him, putting his hand into the gummy bears pack.

"Good shower?" Louis asks and Harry nods.

"Yeah, thanks."

"You don't have to thank me." Louis mumbles and Harry sticks a few gummy bears into his mouth.

"Am I going back down there now?" Harry asks, and he really hopes Louis will say no.

"Uh...not yet if you don't want to."

Harry closes his eyes and nods before he digs in for another portion of gummy bears.

"So why do you keep staring at my tattoos?" Harry boldly asks.

Louis turns his head and they're really close right now, their noses inches from each other, and the room is silent. Maybe Harry shouldn't have asked that, but what's done is done.

"You've got a birdcage on your...ribcage."

"It's a pun." Harry explains. "As in...it's a cage and it's on my ribs so it's a birdcage." Harry explains.

"I don't believe you tattooed it on there just because it's a pun. I refuse to believe that."

Louis cocks his head and looks at him, waiting on a response.

"Yeah, uh, you're right." Harry says and chews on his bottom lip. "It's supposed to symbolize freedom and...yeah, freedom. As in, I'm a free bird."

He waits for Louis to snort or to make a stupid remark, but Louis doesn't say anything, which is just as bad.

"It's stupid, I know." Harry adds.

Louis shakes his head. "No, I don't think it's stupid at all."

"What about your tattoos?"

"My tattoos? How'd you know I've-"

"Your neck tattoo is peaking out from under your collar, and I've never met someone who has just a neck tattoo." Harry explains and stretches out his bandaged leg.

"Is this a way for you to get me to take my clothes off?"

Harry blushes. "Uh...no, no. Sorry."

Louis laughs, shaking his head, before he unzips the top of his suit and pulls his arms out of it.

"Whoa." Harry breathes when he sees all the tattoos littering his skin.

There's so much going on, even with Louis' tank top on, Harry doesn't even know where to look. There's a dagger and a snake and-

"Is that a com-"

Louis interrupts him by pressing his finger against his ear and muttering 'shit' under his breath, before he stands up.

"What's going on?" Harry asks.

"Get into the bathroom now, Oxygen just told me Mercury's on his way here."

Harry hurries into the bathroom and Louis crowds against him before he shuts the door with a loud thud, locking it behind himself.

"Hydrogen?" Mercury asks from outside.

"What the fuck do you want?" Louis yells.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you need me to describe it to you or what?"

Harry bites his lip. He's scared and amused at the same time, it's not okay.

"Aw, are you crying because you killed that kid?"

Harry mouth drops. 'I'm not a kid' he mumbles to Louis without sound.

Louis rolls his eyes.

"Fuck off, what do you want?"

"Came in to check on you and get some water."

"Well, 'm fine, thanks."

"Alright then." Mercury says and Harry's aware of the fact that he's standing right behind that door.

They listen until Mercury's steps fade away.

"Whose suit is this?"

Harry's entire body freezes and he looks at Louis. He can see the panic in his eyes.

"It's Harry's." Louis answers. "Had to strip him down before I got rid of him, didn't I?"

They wait for Nick's response.

"Okay." It finally comes. "I'm going to throw it out." Then there's a few more steps and the door closes.

Harry lets out a breath he didn't know he was keeping in.

"Fuck." Louis says and leans against the door, closing his eyes.

Harry stares at himself in the mirror. His hair is still wet and he looks tired as fuck.

"So are we just going to ignore the fact that you're in a towel then." Louis says, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" Harry looks down at his bare chest. "Ah, yeah."

"I'm gonna have to find you a new suit. Wait here."

Harry watches Louis leave the bathroom, soon to return with a paper bag that contains a suit. He takes it from his hands and pulls it out of the bag.

"Yeah, so...are you going to watch me dress up or..." Harry says and Louis purses his lips.

"Do you want me to watch you?" he jokes, but it's enough to make Harry's cheeks heat up.

"Uh, if you want."

"Jesus Christ Harold, I'm-yeah. Just-I'm going to wait for you outside."

"My name isn't-" the door slams shut. "-whatever."

He pulls Louis' briefs over his legs and shakes his head when they're actually a bit too large but short, and then puts the suit on. He doesn't mention the fact that Louis forgot to give him a tank top.

When he walks out of the bathroom, Louis is waiting by the door with a bag in one hand, gun in the other.

"So we're back to guns now?" Harry asks, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, now come on."

Louis checks to see if the coast is clear and then motions for Harry to follow him. Once they're out of the main office, Louis walks behind Harry.

"I think it's pretty safe to say that I won't attack you." Harry says and Louis shushes him.

Harry hates being back in the vault, because it's warm and the lights are horrible if he tries to fall asleep.

"Can't you like, ask Zayn to turn the lights off or something?"

"How will you see then?"

"Flashlight?" Harry suggests and sits down on a stack of money, leaning against the wall.

Louis pulls out a 2 liter bottle of water from the bag he was holding and some packed sandwiches, which he hands to Harry.

"Gum? Are you telling me that my breath smells?" Harry jokes, but Louis looks serious.

"It's for you until I come get you in the morning so you can brush your teeth."

"Do you think you'll be able to keep this from Mercury seven more days?" Harry asks, and then he realizes what he just said.

"What did you say?"

Harry doesn't answer. Fuck.

"How do you-"

"Iron kind of gave it away yesterday. He said there's eight more days...I don't know."

Louis shakes his head and drops the bag at Harry's feet.

"Well, I'll let you sleep now."

"But I'm not tired." Harry pouts, even though he's lying.

"What do you want me to do? Dance for you or some shit?" Louis asks.

Harry smirks. "That would be wonderful."

"Stop flirting with me."

Harry's eyebrows reach his hairline. "You think I'm flirting?" he asks and stands up.

Louis is taken aback by his boldness. "Uh...I sure hope so, otherwise me saying that just now would be really embarrassing."

Harry shakes his head.

"You didn't tell me about your tattoos." Harry points out, trying to change the subject.

"Did I have to?"

Harry nods. "You were starting to."

"You're trying to get me to strip."

"No I'm not." Harry lies, licking his lips.

It's only now, that he's standing close to Louis, that he realizes he's taller. He can see his eyelashes fan over his cheeks when he blinks.

"Why do you want to know?" Louis asks, looking up at him.

The blue in his eyes is intoxicating, Harry thinks. Yes, he might be tired, and he might be close to fainting as we speak, but Harry knows that he's never seen eyes so blue and so sad, empty, at the same time.

"Because I'm sure they've got a story." Harry answers.

Louis stares at him for a second. "Nah, you just want me to strip."

"That too, maybe. Unless you're...you're not gay. Or bi. Or-"

"Shut up." Louis laughs, trying and failing, mind you, to keep up his tough guy composure.

"Make me." Harry says without missing a beat.

Louis pulls his head back for a second, blinking. Then he bites down a smirk and reaches a hand out to grab the back of Harry's neck and bring their mouths close together.

Harry closes his eyes, waiting for their lips to touch.

He opens them when they don't.

"What?" Louis asks, cocking his head.

His blue eyes are staring right into Harry's soul now, sadness replaced with mischief, emptiness still there.

"You thought I'd kiss you?"

Harry's eyes fall down to Louis' lips. "I was hoping you would."

"I'm literally keeping you hostage and you want to kiss me? That's fucked up." Louis says, but doesn't do anything to put some distance between them.

"You've been nice to me."

"Under the circumstances."

Harry nods. "Yeah."

"Why'd you think I'd kiss you though?"

Louis' breath smells like cigarettes and mint, it's fucking...ugh.

"Well, you're standing pretty close to me right now, literally talking into my mouth." Harry argues, placing a hand on Louis' hip that he hopes would go unnoticed.

It's doesn't go unnoticed though, because Louis' eyes drift down there for a second. When he looks up, Harry knows he's got five more seconds until he'll kiss him.

"No I'm not." comes Louis' weak and way too late retort.

"Yeah you are." Harry childishly answers, before he smiles and pulls Louis in by the waist.

Their lips collide and Louis' tongue finds its way into his mouth immediately, sending Harry's entire body into hyperventilation. Louis' lips are soft and rough at the same time, working in sync with Harry's own, like they've been meaning to do that for a long time.

Harry cups Louis' face with his other hand to deepen their kiss and he can feel Louis smiling into it, so he smiles too, which kind of puts a strain on it, but it doesn't matter.

Louis puts his other arm around Harry's shoulders and pulls him towards him until he hits the wall with his back. It's too much, and Harry can't believe it's happening but he's not one to ask questions when there's a much more important task at hand.

The tension shifts when Louis grabs the curls at Harry's neck, which makes Harry groan into his mouth.

Louis pulls back then, wiping his mouth and steps away from Harry.

"Shit, we shouldn't have done this." Louis mutters more to himself than anything.

"And yet..." Harry says, trying to figure out why the fuck he's freaking out now.

"I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have." Louis tells him.

"It's fine, I'm not a child or anything you know." Harry sarcastically says and crosses his arms as he watches Louis run a hand through his hair.

"I know, it's not that-"

"And I'm not going to expect any special treatment."

Louis shakes his head. "It's not that, fuck. There are rules to this and I already broke like ten of them-"

"Is she watching right now or what?"

"Nevermind. Get some sleep. Fuck, okay. Get some sleep. I'll come over in the morning."

Harry watches him make a 360 turn and then shake his head again, before he leaves, letting the vault door slam shut behind himself.

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