Wanted Most - Larry Stylinson AU

Part Sixteen

[A/N]: Oh how I love writing this. By the way, in case you were confused, Robin and Louis are the same person xD His name is still Louis. He really is Louis Tomlinson. But he told them his name was Robin because he didn't want them knowing his real identity and because he's a little shit.

Once Harry and Louis had managed to stop sobbing, Louis reluctantly climbed from Harry's lap and out of the vehicle. The agent simply took Louis' hand in his own and pulled Louis into the house where they kicked off their shoes and climbed straight into Harry's bed. Louis tucked himself into Harry's arms, his face pressed into the younger man's chest.

They were quiet for quite some time, but Harry eventually took a deep and shaky breath, "You... you should run away."

Louis stiffened, pulling back in surprise, "What?"

"Yeah," Harry swallowed hard, examining Louis' face. "I can't turn you in if you're not here."

"Harry," Louis shook his head. "No. No, I've still done wrong. Stealing is always wrong no matter where the money goes. I'm not sorry that I... helped them? I'm just sorry that I've fucked up everything else I had going for me."

"Please?" Harry whispered. "You can escape, no one will ever find you, I-"

"I'd miss you," Louis admitted. "And besides... you'll get a lot of recognition when you turn me in. One of England's most wanted, yeah?"

"No," Harry replied softly, repeating Louis' words from the day before. "The one that I wanted most. The one I still do want."

Louis instantly snuggled closer into Harry again, mumbling into his neck, "Then I really can't run away. Not if you want me."

"What if I want you to run away?" Harry tried. "I just... Louis, I don't want you to go to prison! I know I'm always saying that I can get you out of it or get you the shortest time in the best place London has, but... what if I can't?"

"Then whenever I get out," Louis shrugged. "If you haven't long forgotten about me... I'll come see you and we can try to... I don't know, become even closer than we are now?"

Harry pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Louis' head, breathing in the scent of the younger boy, "Nobody told me today was going to be this emotional. If... if today was emotional, then Wednesday-"

"I don't think it'll be bad," Louis soothed, although he was just as worried. "You'll take me in, you and Zayn or Niall will have to question me, and then I'll probably be put in a cell in local prison before I attend court to decide how long I have to be there."

"They'll probably just want me to give them the file, that's usually what I do with cases. But... I'm going to this trial. I'm not letting you get more than a year in jail. If that. Preferably no jail at all."

Louis kissed Harry's neck in response, tucking his feet between Harry's ankles like usual. Harry didn't complain like he normally would, but instead slung an arm around Louis and stroked softly at the back of his head. The older man sighed, mumbling against Harry's collarbone, "Do you think Tina and the kids will be alright?"

"Oh yeah," Harry instantly assured, feeling his heart clench up. Louis didn't belong in prison. He couldn't let Louis go to prison. "You helped them, Robin Hood."

"I wasn't that extreme..." Louis protested weakly. "I was Robin Hadley."

"You're too cute..." Harry said softly. "Stay with me forever."

"As soon as I can, I will," Louis agreed. "If you'll still have me."

"Of course."

Louis felt lips in his hair again, pressing soft kisses, and his hands subconsciously tightened in Harry's shirt. He didn't want to upset Harry, but he was terrified of leaving the quaint little house. Harry felt safe, was safe. And prison would not be. Louis stiffened then, "Nick Grimshaw..."