"I'm in a cab. I'll be home in a few minutes."

"Um, how is he?"

"Well he's Harry. Smiling but not always happy." Louis spoke like he'd known Harry since they were kids, but honestly it felt like that sometimes.

"I've got me packed and almost everything of yours, except weapons of course. That's your choice. I'm waiting for you to open the Package."

"Ok I'm literally pulling up. Bye."

Louis hung up and paid the cabbie. He let himself into his apartment and saw Zayn on his couch, laptop in it's normal place on his lap. Louis flopped down next to him with a, "I'm worn out."

"Well, constant hardcore sex will do that to you," Zayn teased with an edge to his voice.

Louis wanted to laugh but he was pretty sure that was one hundred percent the reason. "Yeah, but that boy is just..."

"Something we'll discuss another time. For now," Zayn dropped a Manila folder on Louis' lap, "the Package."

"On the table?"

"When I got here."

"They could leave it in my mailbox," Louis huffed.

"But then they wouldn't be able to flaunt their power in our faces."

"Like they need to. We've got our heads so far up their asses anyway."

"Not after that week long break we took. They'll probably be watching us closely for a while."

"What else is new," Louis scoffed and opened the package. Some higher up board member of a conglomerate. Late sixties. Multiple affairs. Mostly men Louis noticed when a chuckle. He flipped through the pages and when he got to their cover story he froze.

Zayn looked at Louis, "Don't worry, Lou. Whatever they did they deserve to be on the-"

"Prostitute."

"What?" Zayn said with a confused half-laugh.

"They want you to be a prostitute."

Zayn froze too. He ripped the paper from Louis' hand and read it over. By the time his eyes reached the bottom they were watery. "They can't do this."

"They just did."

"No, I can't, this can't be happ-"

Louis took Zayn's face in his hands, "I'm so sorry. If I hadn't fucking rebelled they wouldn't of done this."

Zayn had silent tears sliding down his cheeks. "Lou I would do anything for you, but I can't do this. This, this I just can't."

"Let me call them. I'll talk to them."

"Louis that's not smart. Plus you know what they'll say."

"I have to try, Zayn." Louis took his phone out and typed in the number he's not allowed to save but knows by heart. He let a hand rest on Zayn leg while he waited. The familiar voice picked up and asked for his ID number. Louis shot it off and brought Zayn to him. Zayn had stopped crying but he still had a sharp bite on his bottom lip.

"What can I do for you, Tomlinson?"

"Why would you do this?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

Louis wanted to jump through the phone and put a bullet between the faceless voice's eyes. Instead he took a calming breath and thought of Zayn. "Don't make him do this."

"You seem to have forgetten who's in charge here. You and Zayn follow orders. That's all."

"Bullshit!" Louis yelled into the phone. "You can't do this!"

The phone laughed in his ear, "Actually, we can. And we have. I know may have forgotten, but we haven't, Louis. You still have a family out there. So does Zayn. We have access to them. If you step out of line we'll be forced to reprimand you."

Louis stood up and grabbed the vase that sat on the table and threw it across the room. It hit with a loud bang and the sound of glass shattering filled the room. "I hate you."

"You're letting your emotion cloud your judgment. Its just a job. Zayn in a big boy. He can handle it."

"Go to hell." Louis hung up the phone and threw it across the room too. Luckily it didn't break, but Louis was too angry to be thankful. He face was hot and he couldn't think. He felt warm hands on his hips and then arms circled him. "I'm so sorry, Zayn."

"I'll be fine. It's just a job."

Louis shook his head against Zayn's, "It's not okay. I can't believe how heartless they are."

"Just promise me something," Zayn voice was scratchy.

Louis turned in his arms and put a hand to Zayn's wet cheek, "Anything."

"Promise me you'll save me again."

Louis had to shut his eyes against the pain in his chest. He pulled Zayn in and held him close, "I promise. I'll always save you."