Wanted Most - Larry Stylinson AU

Part Five

[A/N]: FJSDIFJSDF

Louis considered himself an idiot. He was weak hearted, foolish. He wasn't sure what put him under the impression that he could go tell Harry of Nick's plans only for Harry to just let him free. Of course it wasn't going to work like that, the agent had been after him for over a year. And now he was handcuffed to the agent's couch, and it wasn't even in a pleasant way either.

He didn't sleep at all, considering he couldn't lay down without his arm curling awkwardly and uncomfortably underneath him. But to his amusement, Harry didn't sleep well either. The younger man stumbled into the living room, looking unfairly nice in simple loose sweats and a t-shirt, nearly every thirty minutes throughout the night, and Louis couldn't help but laugh every time and greet the man with a, "Hi."

But when the agent stumbled into the kitchen at, judging by the clock on some sort of cable box, 5:40am he shot Louis a glare. Louis simply shrugged, sitting up and rubbing at his cuffed wrist with his free hand. The metal was a bit tight and scratched at his skin. He could hear the agent knocking around quietly in the kitchen, and eventually he came in and stood in the doorway, illuminated by the light of the kitchen. He had a mug cradled in the long fingers of one of his hands, and Louis couldn't help but admire him. He had some sort of button up that he'd tucked into jeans, and whereas Louis usually cringed when people tucked their shirts into their pants, he couldn't help but feel that Harry pulled it off. He had a strong feeling the attractive man could pull off most fashion tragedies.

"How's that couch feeling for you?" Harry finally spoke up, and Louis pursed his lips.

"The handcuffs are rubbing at my wrist wrong, but I'm fairly comfortable," he sat back on the couch, nestling down into it and covering up with the sheet Harry had given him to prove his point. "Cozy."

The lead agent pursed his lips, "Well that's good. You'll be there for the remainder of your stay."

Louis fought back a groan, realising that if he wanted out of the handcuffs then he was going to have to sweet talk, "But... the handcuffs are a bit tight. Will you loosen the one on my wrist? Please?"

"No," Harry shook his head. "I don't think I will."

Before Louis could protest some more, he walked back into the kitchen. The thief huffed, draping his unhandcuffed arm over his eyes and letting his head slump back against the couch. The agent was good at his job, Louis had to give him that. He only showed slight sympathy, but otherwise he was tough and hard-shelled. Louis let himself fall over to the side, his arm still bent painfully underneath him, but pressed his face into the worn leather of the couch. If he wasn't handcuffed to the thing, he might actually like it.

The whole cottage in general was quaint. It was small, but it was homey and had a coziness to it that made Louis feel like staying awhile. But he couldn't stay. He wasn't welcome. And Harry was going to try and take him to jail which he couldn't allow. He had to get away from the agent, but he had to gain his trust first.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt a hand prod at his back, and he pulled himself up into a sitting position only to have a plate thrust at him. There was some toast and bit of jam on it, and then Harry offered him a cup of tea, "There's only a bit of milk in there. I didn't know how you liked it."

Louis stared in shock at the man, but hesitantly accepted the food and tea, "Uh... thanks."

"I have to leave here soon and I'm not entirely sure how to get you lunch..." Harry pursed his lips. "I won't be back until about-"

"5:45," Louis nodded, and Harry's eyes widened. "I hid in your car."

"You hid in my-" Harry spluttered.