Fic: Runaways - Louis/Zayn
Title: Runaways
Author: graecus_hist
Pairing: Louis/Zayn
Summary: Zayn keeps running away, and Louis's not sure if he can catch up anymore. AU, where Zayn is a major bank robber and Louis is a cop.
Words: 1,100
"What makes Malik a unique and major bank robber, is that he's managed to successfully pull off his thefts alone." his voice's not muffled or given the effort to sound that. It's clear even from where Zayn is sitting in the back seat. The smirk orbits around Zayn's lips, with actual satisfaction.
"Sounds like you want an autograph."
Eyes, blue eyes and brown. Louis feels the impact of it hit his chest with breathlessness. He manages to look unfazed, heart beating madly in chest. "Your ass is still mine, convict."
"Whatever you say, berry." Louis puts his eyes back on the road, carefully, cautiously watching the swerve of the car in the midst of an empty road.
Officer Payne eyes Louis, eyes questioning. "We've made you a fair deal Malik. No money, no deal."
Louis's curious eyes fall back at Liam who's eyes are concentrating firmly on the road now, hands clenching around the wheel. "What deal?"
"Good behavior." Liam says. "He'll be out in five, for good behavior." Louis's inside churn up when that cold chuckle comes from the back.
Cold. The weather's cold too, it's quiet. Something just seems off about it. "Good behavior," Zayn's cool voice comes again, mocking, scorning. ".. see, that's always been a problem for me." And the words hang in the air, taunting and chilly much like the weather is.
Liam drives, straight forward and absolutely to nowhere. "Hub to the right, pouty." Liam frowns at the pet name he's just got from a class B criminal but swerves up nonetheless.
The two back-up cars follow suit, stopping at an empty deserted land in the middle of nowhere. They help Zayn out of the car, and before he's allowed to speak, Louis has him pressed hard against the car. Nothing about it is unprofessional except maybe the look Zayn's giving him. Louis's hand tightens roughly around Zayn's wrist, and it's a bit of shocking really, when he feels the pulse quickening under his finger like a person's who'd just ran a marathon would.
It's a few seconds before Louis uncuffs Zayn and abruptly let's go of his hand. He doesn't suppose the look Zayn's giving him is supposed to make him feel weak in the knees.
But oh, it does.
Liam hands him a grovel and he, Louis shoves it into Zayn's grasp. But there are certain things Zayn finds more important than catching a shovel, like staring Louis down like he's some sort of edible something.
It's ridiculous, because Zayn is digging up his own robberies and is all covered in dirt and mud, but there is Louis admiring the view. Like who cares if that trickle of sweat, falls over and makes him look more genuine. Or if he's biting his bottom lip constantly and his biceps and triceps are flexing with power. Who cares?
Clacking sound comes from beneath the earth, and Louis steps closer. "Is that it?" and then there's Zayn smirking to himself, crouching down to rub the dirt of the metal box he's dug up.
"Like I told you," he speaks low and dangerous, and Louis thinks he's the only one who's heard him when nobody moves an inch. "Come see for yourself." Then there's that cold chuckle again and he reaches into the box. "Hello beautiful." And before he knows it, Louis is facing a gun.
Zayn moves fast, like the wind, and he's behind Louis, arm forming a head lock and a gun pressing tightly to his neck.
"EVERYBODY BACK UP! WEAPONS DOWN, ON THE GROUND" The S.W.A.T. team looks hesitant, and Louis is genuinely scared for his life at this point. "I am not kidding!" Zayn hisses out, though it's more into Louis's ear. He thinks.
One is about to shoot up but Zayn's quick on the eye much like he is on feet, shoots him down before he could do it himself. "The rest of you now, guns on the ground!" he yells again and this time they all obey and he's shoving Louis into the driver seat with a gun to his head, before driving off the field.
Just for a second there, he looks back to be sure he leaves them with a little present.
"Grenade!" he hears Officer Payne shout in alarm before they're all backed away from the scene.
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He's looking at Louis carefully, like he might break if he looked away too fast. Not a single word exchange has left the two since Zayn pulled a gun at his head.
It drives Zayn insane, because Louis is the most talkative person he knows. He knows, because Louis has been the only cop who talked to him like a human being, nothing he said was necessarily nice but he talked to Zayn. He talked in interrogations, at prison visits (he didn't even ask for those), even in the car right before he planned to squirm away of the cops hold again.
He's looking at Louis and it's nothing he wants to look away from.
Louis looks back like it's not enough. Like there's something he wants.
"So," Zayn starts, awkward and out of character at first. "want to do something to pass up some time?"
Louis tries, the first time his voice failing on him and he clears up his throat and looks at Zayn with determined eyes. "Sure."
It's rough and silent on Zayn's part, but Louis lets himself groan into Zayn's mouth, doesn't quiet himself, let's out on every deep, dark stir of lust. "Think they'll care about you?" Zayn says, and there's too much Louis can handle. "No one really cares about the likes of us,"
"You don't know anything, Malik." Louis hisses out breathlessly, this is crazy. Zayn's driving him crazy.
"Come on, you're better than this. It's true and you know it." Louis tries to come up with a smart retort but everything he's about to say is wiped out and he's left with nothing but that banging emptiness.
He looks away, let's Zayn bite his skin like it means something and nothing. Except, Zayn's going to walk out of that door when he's done with him. And it's just going to be Louis chasing him again.
Zayn keeps running.
And Louis's not sure if he can catch up anymore.