Wanted Most - Larry Stylinson AU

Part Thirty

[A/N]: Someone tell me how a meant to be one shot now has thirty chapters. DEDICATED TO STAYFIZZY FOR THE FANTASTIC MULTIMEDIA.

Monday morning Harry's alarm went off at 6:30am, but he was already awake. And he was freaking out. He'd been freaking out since Sunday when Agent Murs returned to the hospital with Louis' lawyer a few hours before Louis' sisters had come to visit one last time before Louis' court hearing. The lawyer was a man, slightly shorter than Harry, with dark hair slicked to one side, dressed in a gray suit. His name was Russell Patch, and Harry wasn't entirely sure what to think of him. He'd never met the man, hadn't even heard his name at the bureau. But Olly claimed that the man was decent.

"I'm afraid of him," Louis had told Harry the moment the two men had left the hospital room.

"Well hopefully you only have to see him tomorrow and then you'll be done," Harry responded.

And now Monday, the day of Louis' court day, had finally arrived. Harry was certain he felt more nervous than he would have felt taking Louis in like he had planned on doing. He wasn't allowed to attend the court case. But that wouldn't stop him from seeing Louis as he checked out of the hospital and waiting outside the magistrate's court for the older man. Anne was tagging along as well, had taken off from work once more despite Harry's protests that he would be fine on his own once more.

He got up and dressed himself before hurrying to the bathroom to fix his hair. He really needed to shave, and he figured he should clean his arm, but he was too anxious to get to the hospital before Louis checked out at noon only to arrive at the court at 1pm.

In the living room, his mother was only just waking up and Harry stood in the entryway to the kitchen, "So, uh..."

"I won't take long," his mother assured.

"Louis' probably nervous..." he mumbled. I'm nervous, he thought.

She nodded, "Alright, I'll hurry."

She slipped to the bathroom to put on makeup and to get dressed, and Harry wandered around in the kitchen while he wondered if he should take his pain medicine. Eventually Anne came into the kitchen to find him organizing the silverware that was already fairly orderly, and he turned and nodded, "Are we ready to go?"

"We're ready," his mother nodded.

He snagged his badge and wallet from where he'd placed them on the shelf above his coat pegs, and then he and his mother left the house. They didn't stop anywhere for breakfast like his mother usually did, and Harry figured it was because she could feel the tension radiating off of him. They went straight to the hospital and up to Louis' floor. Louis was standing awkwardly, clean shaven and dressed in a black suit and a tie that his mother was adjusting. The suit was awkward, a bit long in the arms and legs but tight around his bum and thighs. However, Louis still looked stunning.

"Professional," Harry murmured from the door, and Louis' eyes anxiously met his.

"Egghead!"

He entered the room, finally allowing his mother, who was standing behind him, entrance as well. She stood aside to examine Louis as well, "Yes, very nice, Louis."

"It doesn't fit right," Louis whimpered. "I couldn't go be measured where Mum rented it, so..."

Harry walked straight up to Louis, careful not to unbalance him even though his ribs were basically healed, and cupped his face, "You look fine. Stunning, actually."

"Will you help me style my hair?" Louis asked softly. "My mother is useless at it and my right arm still doesn't like being lifted above my head..."