"You cant ignore me forever."

Louis rolled his eyes and flipped through the channels, still not acknowledging Harry's presence.

Harry sighed. "C'mon, Babe... I got you presents."

"You can't buy my love." Louis threw the remote at Harry.

"But I bought you so many things!"

Louis scoffed and turned back to the television. He wasn't actually interested in the program he just wanted to ignore Harry and the remote was too far away.

Harry sighed and leaned back into the couch, looking at Louis' profile. "What will make you happy?"

"Nothing, my life is terrible."

Harry stared at Louis, his eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to ignore the man, and his clear blue eyes glared at the tv. Harry remembered the time when he was Louis' favorite (or at least the time he thought he was.) "What if I... take you out?"

"I'm listening."

---

"It's been a while boys."

Edward glanced at Marcel and nodded, leaning back into the brown leather seat of the office. "It has, we've been... occupied."

"So it seems you have been."

Edward frowned at his chuckle, but didn't do anything to stop the obvious assumption that his father made.

"How is the boy then?" Desmond leaned his elbows against the desk, arching a brow when neither of his sons decided to answer. "You didn't kill him, did you?"

"N-No!" Marcel blurted, blushing after at his outburst. "L-Louis is fine."

Desmond nodded slowly and studied his son's faces. "Okay, that's good... now I'd like to thank you boys for watching him, and send my thanks out to Harold as well, it's a shame that he's sick."

"Of course, Father. It wasn't a bother at all," Edward finally spoke up, clearing his throat after.

"I bet it wasn't, I've seen pictures of the lad," Desmond chuckled again and clicked his pen. "It's too bad I wasn't here to see him when you first got him, I came back from New York as soon as I could."

Edward and Marcel frowned and glanced at each other, unsure where their father was taking the conversation.

"The point is," Desmond began, twirling his pen around, "I'm back now, and I think it would be best for me to take him off of your hands. I'm sure he's worn out, especially with the three of you."

"Father... I-I don't think-"

"It isn't a suggestion, Marcel." Desmond frowned, his previously relaxed green eyes turning dark. "It's an order."

"Is that what you wanted us to come in here for?" Edward asked, the venom in his voice clear as day.

"Yes actually," Desmond responded simply, "You almost lost him when the Tomlinson's broke into your house, and I don't want your incompetence to ruin the plans I have for him."

"We are very competent, Father. I don't understand why we can't continue to watch over him," Edward gritted out, it was becoming hard to keep his patience.

"You're proving to me right now that you can't watch over him, Edward. Whatever feelings you have for this boy are clearly strong enough to make you defy your Father, and I don't like that," Desmond raised his voice, clearly irritated that his son was not accepting his order. "You're proving that you're beginning to like this boy. Am I right?"

Edward clenched his jaw and glanced away from his father.

"I asked you a question, Boy."

"You're wrong. I have no feelings for him."

"Then give him to me."

---

"Its been three days, Zayn."

"Sir-"

"If you don't have any good news to give me..."

"Well actually, Boss-"

"For your own sake, I hope that-"

"Sir! Now I-I apologize for interrupting, but I found the address. I know where they're keeping him," Zayn explained, pacing around the large office.

"...Where are you?"

"Edward's office, I called you as soon as I found the information," Zayn sighed into the phone, glancing around the space.

"You idiot! Where is Edward?"

"Don't worry, Boss. He's across town with the Don, Louis is in the house alone; the triplets were all called by their father for a meeting." Zayn chewed on his bottom lip nervously, he was waiting for Mark to say something.

After a couple beats of silence, the Don cleared his throat. "Send me the address. We're on our way."

---

"Isn't Edward gonna get mad?" Louis asked, pulling the man-in-question's black sweater on.

"He cant be mad if he doesn't find out." Harry winked and picked up his keys.

"Well when he finds out I'm telling him it was your idea."

"Have you no faith in me, Pet?"

Louis rolled his eyes and walked after Harry as the man weaved through the endless hallways.

"Nope."

Harry opened the door to the garage. "Choose a car, Sweet Thing."

Louis had to roll his eyes again at the rows of luxury vehicles. "This is your beach house. Why do you need this many cars in a fucking beach house?"

"Watch your language." Harry smacked Louis' ass, earning a glare. "And because we can. If you had overwhelming amounts of money wouldn't you?"

"I used to have overwhelming amounts of money-"

"Nope, your Father did. He earned it so it was his. Once you earn your own money, you'll understand," Harry said, looking through the racks of car keys.

"So now I need to stab someone to understand how money works?"

"Precisely." Harry picked up keys that belonged to his sleek black Tesla, walking towards his prized possession and opening the passenger side door for Louis.

Instead of coming over and sitting down, Louis made his way to the driver's side, poking the handle and looking up at Harry expectantly. "Let me drive."

"Louis... No." Harry shook his head and laughed, walking around the car to lead the boy into the passenger seat. "Can you even drive? What are you, like 15?"

Louis sat down and glared at Harry for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day. "I am not 15, I'm 18 and I can drive."

"Sorry, only those taller than five feet can drive this baby right here," Harry teased as he buckled his seatbelt and put his foot on the break, starting the car.

"I'm 5'9! You're so annoying." Louis glared out the window, watching the garage doors roll up.

"Mhm, sure, Babe. Sure. You're definitely 5'9, and If I'm so annoying then why don't you stay home all day-"

"No!" Louis' cheeks flushed, he cleared his throat. "I mean... fine, you're not that annoying."

Harry grinned at that. "Good boy."

Louis looked outside as Harry drove out into the sunny driveway, leaving the home Louis had been confined in.

The sun shone with all its might and the blue sky didn't share a single bit of it's endless land with any clouds. Louis smiled at the perfect weather, glad that Mother Nature was behaving on his first day out.

Once they were off of the property, Louis stared at the Mansion's gates as they became smaller and smaller until they were out of sight.

"Where are we going?"

"Anywhere you'd like," Harry smiled and glanced at Louis, glad to be the one providing him the freedom he had been begging for.

"Hm." Louis laid back against the comfortable seat, looking at the side of Harry's face. He hadn't been given the ability to choose what he did in a while, so the feeling was almost foreign but definitely welcomed. Louis racked his brain for all of the things he previously enjoyed doing in his home town, which brought him to ponder if he was even in the city he had been sheltered in his whole life. "Are we still in London?"

Harry furrowed his brows, he hadn't realized how little Louis knew about the whole situation. "Louis... we're not in London... We're not even in the United Kingdom; we're in France."