Louis sighed and gripped the bars of the cell even harder. Even worse? The paparazzi watching it all go down. He hoped Harry would put on a mask or disguise. He thought too soon.
He saw Harry nod off to a man cop and Louis gripped the bars, shaking them. He heard someone yell at him, he ignored them.
"Harry! Harry!" Louis called Harry over.
Harry looked relieved.
"God, I thought those thugs would've killed you already." Harry whispered to Louis.
"Please! Harry just please get me out of here."
Harry's eyes trailed down and saw Louis' arm peeking from his long sleeved shirt.
"What is that?" Harry asked.
Louis looked down, confused and rolled up his sleeve. He gasped and looked closer.
"How did that happen? I thought you only wanted one tattoo?"
"I didn't-"
"Tomlinson." Spoke a gruff voice.
Louis looked up and saw a large man.
"You can go now."
Louis pulled his sleeve down, getting out of the cell.
He sighed and hugged Harry quickly.
"How long were you in there?" Harry laughed.
"Longer than you'd think." Louis glanced at the paparazzi flashes through the window down the hall.
He turned back to Harry.
"Now let's get out of here."
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Not A Bad Thing
Fanfictioni'm honestly ready to delete this book it's so damn cringeworthy. but it took me a long time to write so enjoy. . thank you guys so much for supporting me.
