"Get me out of here Louis!" He yells, twisting his body around, trying to slip from the tape holding his hands and feet. Louis rolls his eyes and slams the shed door, leaning against it. Harry smirks at him, grabbing onto Louis' ripped shirt.
"Fuck...
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"Louis."
Louis opens his eyes, he's stretched across the floor, Harry's shirt wrinkled, he rubs his temples, his head pounding. "Get up," James yells, slamming the door behind him. Louis rolls onto his back, every limb aching from sleeping on a hard floor all night. He sighs loudly, sitting up and looking around his room. The sun shines through the small window, he tugs off his shirt, careful not to touch his wrist, it's turned dark purple overnight. He walks over to the mirror, his eyes are puffy, his face is a little blotchy. He reaches into his closet, pulling out a green t-shirt, Liam would kill him if he wore gray sweatpants again. He grabs some black skinny jeans and puts on his outfit.
"Louis Tomlinson, get up here now," James yells, Louis glances at his greasy hair, another day will have to work. He runs out of his room, stumbling up the stairs. Louis slips on his converse, James is leaning against the car, frowning at Louis as he runs over to him. "If we're late you'll have to pay for it," James snaps, pinching the back of his neck. Louis nods, slipping past his dad, and sits down in the car.
His dad sits in the driver's seat a second later. Ten o'clock, "Dad, I'm going to be really late to school," Louis says, motioning towards the clock. James shrugs his shoulders, pulling out of the driveway.
"First that's your fucking fault. Second, we'll be less than an hour," James explains, "we are just going down this road to the bar."
He points down the street, Louis looks at the neon sign, Old Joes Pub. Louis watches the sign come closer, James pulls into an open parking spot, grumbling about a motorcycle. He slams the door behind him, Louis sits in the car for a second. He gets out of the car and follows his dad into the bar. A random guy grabs onto him, "your dad said you're the reason he's late. You're gonna have to pay for it," the man yells, he pushes Louis away. Louis keeps a guarded expression, sitting down next to his dad. James pats him on the back, talking to a 'client', "my son decided to take his time."
The lady looks over at him, her cheeks are sunken in, she smiles at him nicely, her teeth have chipped off at random places. James glances over by Louis, his face scrunching up in disgust, the lady pulls a gun from her pocket and sets it on the table.
"What are those homos doing in my fucking bar," James booms, Louis' eyes widen. He turns around, two men are holding hands by the entrance, one of the guys seems to be laughing at a joke. Louis holds back a fond smile, turning away quickly. "I'm sorry Ms. Jessel, I don't know who let them come in," James apologizes, he glances over at Louis who is frowning. "If I ever catch you kissing a man," he grabs onto the lady's, Ms. Jessels, gun and puts it to Louis' temple.
Louis pulls away, "what's the fûck dad," he yells, about to stand up."
James grabs onto his wrist and forces him down on the seat, "if I ever catch you with a man I will not hesitate to put a bullet in your head."
