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Louis opened his eyes and looked around realising it wasn't morning yet. Checking the time, he noticed that it was just three in the morning. He groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't so he got out and went to get something to eat. Niall always told him that food is the best thing to root for when you can't sleep.
He rubbed his eyes, sleepily, before making his way towards the kitchen. Louis didn't even bother to switch the light on as he entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator as the light from it lit up the relatively dark room. He sighed, realising he had run out of supplies and slammed the door shut.
"Holy shit!" Louis heard an unfamiliar, male voice, making him jump as he heard shuffling in the living room before the light was switched on.
The Doncaster boy felt fear rise in him upon seeing an intruder in his house. Not just an intruder, but a potential criminal going by the fact that he was still in the jail outfit. But what made Louis freeze in his spot was the black metal the man held in his hand with the barrel pointed straight towards him.
"Morning." The man said. "I thought no one was home."
"W-Who are you?" Louis managed to ask him, receiving a chuckle in response.
"My name's Aaron. Aaron Stone. That's all you need to know." The man replied, his finger still on the trigger while the gun didn't shift its aim. "Now I'd really appreciate it if you cooperate with me. C'mon!" He said, motioning Louis to come to the living room.
Louis felt too scared to even move. The man gave him a stern look and that was enough to make Louis walk towards him with his hands raised up in surrender. He realised it was too cold in the living room and wished he had slept with some clothes on, instead of just a pair of boxers.
"Kneel down over there." The man ordered, nodding towards the coffee table.
"What do you want?" Louis asked, not moving an inch from his place.
Aaron let out an annoyed sigh and within a second, Louis felt a tug at his arm before he was forced to his knees beside the coffee table. He would've protested against this if it weren't for the cold metal digging against his forehead. He heard the sound of metal clinking and looked up to see Aaron remove a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. Louis tensed up and struggled against Aaron's grip but the criminal was successful in restraining Louis' hands to the bar on the coffee table before locking them with a key.
"That's better. Now, where is your room? I need clothes to change. I've been wearing the same colour for years." Aaron told him, putting the keys to the handcuffs in his pocket.
"The third door next to the kitchen." Louis replied, fear clearly dripping out of his mouth with every word.
He sighed in relief once Aaron removed the gun and tucked it in his belt before disappearing down the hall and into Louis' room. Louis pulled at the cuffs and huffed, realising he wasn't going to get out of them until Aaron unlocks them. He looked around the room and his jaw almost dropped open when his eyes fell on the previous day's newspaper.
International criminal Aaron Stone escapes high security prison.
Louis' mind raced with fear just by the thought of being trapped in his own house with a dangerous criminal. He mentally cursed himself for not reading the news everyday, despite Liam advising him to. How did he even get inside? Aren't there guards outside? Who was he kidding? The man had escaped prison so breaking into a random celebrity's house must not have been a great task for him.
Louis wanted to scream and shout in order to alert the security outside but he was scared. Aaron would kill him if he tried to. To him, Louis was just another person, he must've killed many people before and Louis didn't want to die today. He turned towards the couch and, momentarily, caught a glimpse of his phone. Hope sprang up inside Louis as he shifted himself and stretched his legs to reach it but a hand picked it up, instead.
"Nuh-uh, mister. No smart moves!" Aaron said, removing the phone's battery before putting in the pocket of jeans he was wearing. Louis noticed Aaron was wearing his favourite Adidas jumper.
Aaron looked around and saw a blue tracksuit lying on the couch. The one Louis was wearing before undressing and going to bed. He picked up the pant and started checking the pockets before doing the same to the pullover. Finally, he had ended up with a pair of earphones, keys to the car and Louis' wallet. He tossed the earphones on the couch and opened the wallet.
"Louis William Tomlinson." Aaron read out from Louis' passport. "Nice name, mate."
Louis chose not to reply, instead looked away from him while Aaron only shrugged.
"Your girlfriend?" He asked, showing the photo in his hand. It was Eleanor. Louis nodded in reply. "She's beautiful."
Louis saw him crouch down and unlock the cuffs. He decided not to do anything since the gun was back in Aaron's hands. The criminal shoved the two-piece tracksuit towards Louis, asking him to put it on while he obliged. Louis saw Aaron go back to his room before returning with two pairs of Converse in his hands by the time he was done putting on the clothes. Aaron waited with the gun pointed at Louis while he put on the shoes he was given.
"Now, sit on the couch and don't try anything if you love your lush life." He said, making Louis wonder if the guy knew he was famous. "That's right. I know you're famous. I saw the CDs and awards in your room." Aaron said, slipping on the shoes with a little difficulty since his size was obviously larger than Louis'.
Once he was done, Louis saw him pick up his wallet again and remove his driver's license and passport along with his credit card, shoving them into his pocket.
"Why do you need those?" Louis asked.
"We'll need them for the ride you're about to take me on!" Aaron replied.
"What?" Louis exclaimed.
"Yes." Aaron said, pointing the gun at Louis and pulling him to his feet. "Since there is security outside and I need to get out of here, you will tell them that I'm your friend and we're just going out to spend some time as friends. Okay?"
"Why are you doing this?" Louis asked as he was being pulled towards the front door.
"Okay, look, I hate to do this as much as you do but now you're stuck so cooperate. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to blow your head off. Now, c'mon!"