"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!" Harry yells across the hall, Louis turns away.
"Eleanor," Louis says, jogging towards her quickly. Eleanor looks at him, crossing her arms.
"What do you want?" She asks, "also. Your boyfriend is trying to talk to you." Louis shifts forward, pressing their lips together urgently. He twists them around to look at Harry. Harry stops walking, his face falling. Louis closes his eyes, pulling away from her. Eleanor smiles at him, "I'm sorry for being a bitch. It's just I miss you a lot. And it's just because I love you."
Her friends run over to her, "did you just say I love you" one of them asks, clapping excitedly. Louis holds back a frown, the girls stare at him, waiting for his answer.
"Oh. Um. Love you too," he breathes out, "got to get to class though." He darts away from them, running towards the locker rooms. He was locked in his room all weekend, refusing to say he won't talk to Harry. He only gave in when his stomach couldn't take another minute without food.
"Dad. I swear I won't talk to him anymore, just please, please. I need food," Louis begs, knocking hard on the door, "dad!" The door flies open causing Louis to fall forward, James glares down at him.
"You're a stubborn piece of shît," James mutters, picking Louis up off the ground. Louis follows him up the stairs, his stomach growling loudly. "I made ya pancakes. Leftovers at least," his dad says, walking over to the couch, "come sit in the living room when you're done."
Louis stumbles into the kitchen, placing the cold pancakes on a clean plate. He walks into the living room, James points to the ground next to him. Louis sits down on the floor, watching the children run across the TV screen. "I'm sorry for that," James mutters, pointing at the cut on Louis' face before ruffling Louis' hair, "you need a shower."
Louis smiles at him, taking a bite of his dry pancake.
"Bleta," Louis whines, trying to pull her up.
"Call me that again I'll shove you're dick down your throat," Bebe threatens, smacking his hand away.
"But I'll fail this class if you don't try with me," Louis says, plopping down next to her.
"Babe. You know I don't do this shit. Go partner up with Isaac," Bebe waves him away, Louis pouts, standing up.
"Fine. I'll replace you," Louis says, stomping towards Isaac, "want to play some football with me?"
Isaac smiles, "of course." Louis hands him the football, running away. They kick back and forth for a while, time seems to take millions of years in gym, Louis could never tell.
"Hit him in the balls!" Some yells from far away, Louis glances over at them, Liam and Harry are sitting on the bleachers with the rest of the English class. The English teacher yells at Liam, Louis snorts, raising his middle finger in the air. Louis kicks the ball back to Isaac. Mr. Butler blows the whistle, the class is done. Louis starts to walk away, his name gets called out.
