Parents

Chapter 1

                                                                                Only the beginning.

Major trigger warning! Panic attacks. Abuse. Drug and alcohol use. Strong language. Homophobic language and homophobia. Murder. Depression.

Read with caution.

Smut will also be in this book you can skip it. I'll put this * if there are smutty scenes in the chapter.

Short story. Kind of. Got the idea from YUNGBLUDs song Parents.

Louis frowns out the floor, clothes splayed across the floor, he pushes his legs off of the bed, curling his toes into some of the clothes. He makes a disgusted noise as he grabs onto a black sweatshirt laying on the ground, crumbs and dirt fall from the cloth. Louis glances over to the closet, debating if he wants to wear a short sleeve today or not. He brings the sweatshirt to his nose, shrugging his shoulders when it smells fine. He pulls it over his messy hair, hoping his hair can survive another day without a shower.

Avoiding the cold concrete he carefully steps onto the clothing, avoiding the cold concrete, he slides his foot forward with a sock, trying to make it to the closet without freezing his toes off. The sock slips from under his foot, pulling him into a split. "Fuck!" he whispers, falling onto his back, so much for avoiding the concrete. His naked legs start to hurt as he lays on the cold ground, he tilts his head up, the Gray sweatpants are practically calling his name. He sits up with a grunt, his back cracking with the effort. Louis snatches the pants from the ground, he slides his legs into the sweats, sighing when he realizes he has to stand up.

He positions himself on his knees, pulling the sweat over his ass. Black and Gray seemed to be the only clothing choice Louis ever had, but it never bothered him since he never had anyone to impress. He stands up and walks over to the mirror, looking at himself for a second. The bruise catches his eye, it's placed right on his cheekbone, so painfully obvious, he was sick of getting questions. He steps over to the bed, grabbing his phone from the middle of the mess of sheets. Louis dials her number, putting the phone to his ear, she picks up after a few rings. "What's up, babe?" She asks, her voice cheery today.

He rubs his thumb over the bruise lightly, "I need you to bring over some of that makeup," he explains, "you know what you use to cover up acne?"

"Foundation," she correct, he nods his head before realizing she's not there.

"Yeah that. I've got a massive bruise on my face. People are asking too many questions," he says, tugging at a loose string on his sweatshirt absentmindedly.

"I'll bring that over! I'll be over in five," she yells into the phone, Louis cringes away. She hangs up the phone before Louis can say anything back. Louis pulls the phone away from his ear, his Lock Screen flashes up at him. It's a picture of him, Hary, Liam, and Zayn, last year, they went on a fishing trip, Louis had to beg his dad for months, his dad kept saying no until the last minute when Harry's mom asked him herself. It was one of the easiest times of his life, he felt so happy at the weekend, he hasn't felt like that since that day. When he got back his dad introduced him to Eleanor, obviously, he's seen her around the school but never really scared to talk to her.