~What a feeling to be a king beside you, somehow~

Liam and Louis crept downstairs at the same time, having received the same call from the temp agency. That also meant that Zayn was up, but his part of the plan didn't come into play until a couple hours after they did.

Liam was shaking hard, nervous since he was never a good actor. And this was the ultimate act of them all. Pretending to be correctional officers. Louis was going to get close to Niall, and Liam was in charge of the other two buffoons. If Perrie wasn't so necessary to the later job, they'd still be rotting in their cells.

But alas, Perrie was the best with explosives that Simon knew, and they needed her desperately.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked in an emotionless voice as they pulled out of the drive. Liam didn't respond, so Louis repeated the question. "Zayn's been through a lot, take that into consideration."

"I know."

"Just tell him you love him, you idiot."

"We shouldn't be talking about this. Niall is more important." Liam focused on the road, even though he wasn't driving, with a cold calculating glare. Louis sighed - this was too complex of an issue to be solved in this moment. Liam was right. Louis didn't want him to be right, but he was.

---

"Hi, I'm Isacc." Louis said, walking into the prison with his coffee. "Me and Drew are the temps that were called in for today?" The two of them kept their faces down, not looking at the man at the window.

"Sign in. Spare uniforms are in the closet by the break room." The two of them, after writing down, "1ssac" and "Drew", followed these instructions to a T. As soon as they walked into the break room, they were assigned the locations that Zayn had put into the computer for them.

"Drew, you'll be in Cell Block A. Isacc, with our special prisoner. Think you guys can handle it for a day?" The both of them nodded, and then received several basic instructions. Most of them were to let the permanent officials take priority.

Louis, aka Isacc, was shortly escorted to Niall's cell. His heart was pounding in his chest, and as he hung out around Niall's door, he could hear him singing, moving around.

That was Niall. His friend was in there.

And today he was coming home.

Even if he didn't know that yet.

---

Liam was stuck with the job of watching the cameras. The other two guards had it covered, and Liam just kind of messed around, bored and waiting for things to go down. While he waited, he doodled on a piece of paper - Zayn's name mostly.

"Hello? I'm from IT?" Someone said, walking in in a generic white polo and black slacks. "I've come to fix the wonky cell door over here, and then the ones in Cell Block B?"

"Thank you so much." One of the guards said, standing to shake his hand. Zayn had a direct line of sight to Liam's paper, unbeknownst to Liam himself. "I'll take you there now."

"Actually, can I stretch my legs a bit? I've been sitting here all day." Liam begged. The guard granted it, knowing that Liam was probably strong enough to handle anything based on his muscular appearance. "Come on."

"I'm sorry." Liam whispered faintly as they walked. Zayn didn't respond, especially when he knew that he should be the one apologizing this time.

But he wasn't going to.