Wanted Most - Larry Stylinson AU

Part Eighteen

[A/N]: Merry late Christmas! I was actually home for most of the part yesterday because I had Christmas with my grandparents and such on Christmas Eve, but I also slept at my Nana's with my cousins. We slept in the basement. Their furnace makes a sound like a dog whistle. So I didn't sleep that night. Hence why I slept away Christmas day. BEFORE THIS AUTHORS NOTE GETS LONGER I'D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO DOGGIEBASHER FOR MAKING ME THE MULTIMEDIA. IT'S AWESOME.

Because Harry had dawdled around at his house, grabbing more blankets to cover Louis with since the comforter was dirty and he wasn't there to keep the man warm, he arrived later at the bureau than he normally did. He scrubbed at his eyes as he sat in his car, glancing at himself in the rear-view mirror to make sure it wasn't too noticeable that he'd been crying. Niall and Zayn wouldn't let him hear the end of it. Once he was satisfied that his cheeks were no longer tear stained and his lashes were no longer damp, he exited his vehicle, went into the bureau, and rode the lift to their floor.

Nearly everyone was already present, and the moment the lift opened with a ding, Harry saw a blonde head poke out from a cubicle, and a wide grin spread across his face as he called, "Hiya, Harry!"

Zayn's head appeared from his cubicle as well, arching an eyebrow, and Harry and Niall both joined the dark-haired man as he frowned at Harry, "Usually you're the first to get here."

Harry ran a hand over his face, "Had some things to take care of."

"Nice love-bite that you've got there," Niall snickered.

"Is that why you're late?" Zayn grimaced.

Harry shook his head, "No, no... just made sure everything was in place at the flat before I left. He was still sleeping."

Zayn suddenly stood from his desk chair, peering at Harry's eyes, "...Are you high? Your eyes are red."

"What?" the lead agent pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing in exasperation. "No. I'm not high. I'm tired. And you're already giving me a headache."

"Hungover, then," Niall nodded in sympathy.

"No!" Harry shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with me, I'm fine. You two are- get to work. We've got loads of paperwork to file, and I need to talk to Payne about getting the Grimshaw case back."

"You're not getting it back," Zayn declared. "This case is different than Tomlinson's. Tomlinson never threatened you. Grimshaw did. You were targeted, so you can't be the lead in a case where you're targeted. They gave it to Agent Murs. He's back in the bureau as well."

"Plus we actually don't have much paperwork to file..." Niall replied in relief.

"That's great, because I could use a slow day," Harry groaned, running his hands over his face.

Zayn glanced at his computer, "So... tomorrow. Am I going to do it or are you?"

The lead agent frowned, not following where Zayn was going, "What are you talking about? Am I going to do what?"

"Tomorrow is Wednesday..." Zayn reminded, and Harry's heart sank. He looked away from Zayn, turning to exit the cubicle. "I'm fucking doing it, I don't want to discuss it further."

And with that, he was storming from the cubicle to go to his own, flinging himself down at his desk and yanking open the drawer that held the cameras and phones filled with footage of Louis. If Louis would just run away, Harry wouldn't have to take him to a dangerous place and leave him. Louis could be safer. But he also wouldn't get to see the man, and Louis would never get to see his family again. He'd have to hide for the rest of his life, because something told Harry that Louis wasn't going to be thieving anymore.