"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 rolls over, he spent almost all night laying in Harrys car, talking about everything and nothing. He smiles, burying his face farther into the pillow. He snuck down stairs around four only to be woken up by his alarm from his phone. He grabs his phone, about an hour to get ready and go to school. He sits up, stretching his arms in the air, smiling widely again.
"Louis!"
Louis sighs, his head dropping down, there goes his nice morning. He slides out of bed, jogging up the stairs. He turns to the living room, his dad is staring at the TV. Louis clears his throat, knowing if he said something James would get angry. James turns to him, a frown set on his face. "You broke up with Eleanor?" he asks.
Louis' stomach drops, "yeah." He answers, he maintains eye contact with his dad, his heart beating fast.
"Why do you always ruin everything?" James snaps, Louis flinches, "we were doing so good. Should've known you'd mess this up and make me angry again."
Louis bites his lip, shifting his weight onto a different leg. "Dad I can explain," Louis says.
"I don't want an explanation," James interrupts, "just text her and get her back."
Louis turns around to go grab his phone, Harry.
~~~
"What if we run away?" Harry asks, they moved outside once it got dark enough. Harry slides a thumb across Louis' cheek.
Louis smiles, "wouldn't that be the best?"
"Where would we go?" he asks, rolling onto his back to look at the light polluted sky. Louis rolls back too, facing the moon.
"California. Or Iceland," Louis answers, Harrys laughs, they both look at each other.
"I've always wondered what New York was like."
~~~
"No." Louis mutters, the chair creaks behind him.
"Excuse me?" James says, Louis stands still, looking at the kitchen, "look at me boy."
Louis takes a deep breath in, turning around. "No," he says more confidently, James stands up. Louis takes a couple steps back.
"You're being a little shit you know that?" James snaps, he pushes past Louis, he goes down the stairs. Louis stands paralyzed in fear, he hears a couple things being tossed around his room. James appears at the bottom of the steps, holding Louis' phone. He walks up the stairs, shoving the phone at Louis. "I said text her," James says sternly.
