D.A.S.T

Officer Down

Title: DAST: Officer Down

Pairings: Harry/Louis

Rating: R (for slash themes and violence)

Word Count: 8,480

Summary: The Dog and Armed Swat Team unite to bust open one of the most active and dangerous terrorism rings in Britain. Harry finds himself uneasy at the end of the night. AU

Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction - i.e. it had never happened. All real people in this story own themselves and I am in no way affiliated with them. Nor do I make any money from writing about them.

Louis rubbed his eyes wearily as he stumbled into the bright kitchen. Harry was sitting at the table reading a newspaper and draining the last of, what seemed to be, a glass of orange juice. He looked up as Louis entered and smiled brightly, putting down the paper. 

"Good afternoon, how are you feeling?" 

Louis groaned and flopped down at the table, opposite him. He felt like shit. "Ugh... I can't believe you let me sleep for fourteen hours. My head feels like a bloody cabbage." 

Harry chuckled apologetically, "well you seemed to need it... after yesterday." 

Louis moaned pitifully again as he remembered the rather embarrassing events of yesterday afternoon. He buried his face in his arms, "I am so sorry..." he groaned - his voice muffled, "I have no idea what got into me... I'm so embarrassed." 

Harry chuckled again and got to his feet, "Nothing to be embarrassed about," he said as he crouched down next to Louis' seat and rubbed his arm, "but I hope you realise I'm going to want a proper explanation as to what was behind it all." Louis whined in the back of his throat at the same time his stomach rumbled loudly and Harry added, "after we get you some food first. What do you fancy? Some scrambled egg on toast?" 

Louis finally poked his head up from his arms, his hair sticking out every which way, "It's okay," he sighed, starting to stand up, "I can just make do with some cereal or something." 

Harry chuckled again and pushed him gently back into his seat, "Sit down; I want to make you something." 

Louis blinked and then smiled, "Okay, um... thanks." He watched Harry walk over to the kettle and lift it up, taking it over to the sink to fill. When he'd switched it on to boil, Harry then went over to the bread bin and picked out three slices. Louis bit his lip and then asked, with sugar in his voice, "Could I maybe have a boiled egg instead of scrambled?" 

Harry paused and then smiled around at him goofily, "Of course you can." 

Ten minutes later, Harry put a plate down in front of Louis with a cup of tea in his favourite mug. Louis looked down at his food and threw his head back with genuine laughter, "Soldiers, really?" He asked, picking up one of the slips of toast and dunking it down into the egg. 

Harry shrugged and sat down beside him, "It seemed appropriate." He sat back and crossed his ankles, stretching languidly. Louis blatantly stared at the strip of skin that was exposed low on his fiancé's abdomen. "So," Harry said, fixing Louis with a serious look, "do you want to explain what happened at your house, then?" 

Louis stared down at his plate and grimaced before looking back up, "Could we just chalk it up to a few hours of complete insanity and not enough sleep?" 

Harry shook his head sternly, "No." 

Louis sighed and looked down again, "Okay... okay..." Finding his breakfast rather more interesting to watch than Harry's expression, Louis repeated what Lottie had said to him in the living room.