Wanted Most - Larry Stylinson AU

Part Six

[A/N]: Sophie AKA LIVINGFORTHEWRITE04 IS A SHIT HEAD THAT IS ALL. Also, this will be a bit different because usually I do third person limited, and this will still be third person but since they're together in this chapter I feel like I should give you a main insight on each of their important thoughts so yeah don't hate me I do what I want.

A rustling from the kitchen pulled Louis from a surprisingly cozy sleep. He let out a grunt, attempting to stretch only to realise he couldn't move his ankles more than a foot apart. In the light illuminating from the kitchen entrance, a curly headed figured hobbled into the doorway, glancing in. 

"Oh. You're awake." 

"Mhmm," Louis hummed, but he closed his eyes again and nuzzled down against his pillow. 

Harry flipped on the light in the kitchen, "Well I'm awake, as well. And if I'm up for good, you are too." 

Louis scowled, but he used his arms to push himself into a sitting position, swinging his legs back to the floor, "Okay, Agent." 

Harry hobbled further into the room, hunched over slightly and clutching his chest, "Toast for breakfast sound okay again? Also, I'd like to lay some ground rules before I leave." 

The thief frowned as he watched Harry limp to sit down with difficulty on the coffee table, "Are you okay there?" 

"My chest is a bit sore, but-" Harry waved a hand. "Anyway-" 

"Okay, then can I say something before you lay your ground rules?" Louis requested. 

"No. So rule number one-" 

"I think you should stay home today," Louis interrupted anyway, and Harry blanched at him in surprise. 

"Why? My team needs all the help they can get, we've got lots of papers to file, we still have to try and find Grimshaw-" 

"Which is why you should stay," Louis insisted. "That sounds stressful. Your team can handle it, you've got a good team. Also, what if you have another bust, or a... what if you have to go to an active scene?" 

Harry scanned Louis' face suspiciously, crossing his arms, "Why do you want me here so much? Quite frankly, if I do stay it's not going to be because you told me to. I'm not going to let some criminal come into my own home and tell me what to do." 

Louis held up his hands, "By all means, go out there and hurt yourself further then. I'll stay here and eat your food, maybe find the jewellery, and then I'll try and get these handcuffs off my ankles so I can leave. If you're out of the picture because of your own stupidity then-" 

"So you want me out of the picture, then?" Harry instantly stood up in a threatening manner, but the threat lessened as he slouched back down in pain. "Damn it... I can't pull my chest muscles too tightly." 

The thief rolled his eyes, "Go back to bed and call in. I'll make breakfast and bring it to you, if you'd like." 

"No," Harry snapped. "I'm going in." 

"Okay," Louis shrugged. 

"Okay?" Harry shook his head in bewilderment. 

"Okay, I don't care." 

The agent growled and stormed, ineffectively due to his injured chest, into the kitchen, and Louis could hear him on the phone a few moments later calling into work. He smirked at his own cleverness. In all honesty he had cared that Harry was going to work, because it was an idiotic thing to do if he was only going to be in pain the entire time, but by pretending like he didn't care what Harry did he'd used reverse psychology and forced Harry into staying home.