homeless [l.s.]

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louis was walking towards his car. he didn't know why. he had nothing there. all he had was the stupid flower zayn gave him.

when he arrived, nothing had changed. the windows were still broken into, one door was gone, the seats were ripped. he didn't know why he thought it would be brand spanking new. maybe he still had hope.

eerr. wrong.

he walked down the imaginary pathway towards the run down car, clambering inside and resting against the side of the grey machinery.

his eyes wandered around the interior, until they landed on a familiar image.

it was the picture zayn drew of him and harry, crumpled up and tossed on the floor, louis let out a choked sob.

"no- no, no, no-"

he leaped out of the car, and sprinted down the long alleyway, out to the left and towards the familiar forest, sobs escaping his mouth as he ran.

after running through the forest and now in the depths of the tall trees, he slowed to a halt and flopped onto the damp soil, sobbing into the wet leaves that scattered the ground.

"please stop, dad, please, please, i'll do anything-"

"say another word and you'll regret it." his beer-stained teeth shone in my face, his breath fanning my eyes.

instead of saying anything, i whimpered into his face, tears standing my face as they trailed down onto the ground.

"see this?" he waved a piece of glass in front of my eyes, "one false move and my finger.."

"might-" he ripped my shirt, and pressed the glass into my collarbone.

"just-" he pressed harder.

"slip."

i couldn't help it, i screamed as loud as i could, kicking and thrashing under his body weight, but i couldn't move an inch.

he cut through my skin with the glass.

i kicked him where it hurt, crying and screaming during the process, and tripped my way out of the house.

clutching my collarbone weakly, i drunkenly stumbled towards the only place i felt safe. i threw myself at the door, and slid to the ground, sobbing.

"bloody kids, it's eleven at night- louis?"

mrs. malik opened the door, her hair sprawled out like a cobweb, tying her night gown, "honey, are you alright?"

"no."

"come inside, dear, why are you holding your collar- oh my goodness! what on earth happened- go sit down." she led me inside, and fluffed around in the bathroom while looking for some sort of bandages.

i sat on the sofa, trying not to bleed out everywhere, and lay my head on the back of it. everything felt foggy. my ears were ringing. everything was spinning. i could barely see.

"alright, i got a band-aid- my gosh, you're as white as a sheet."

as she wrapped the bandage around me, i simply closed my eyes and fell into a light slumber.

i was awoken some time later, by my hand tingling. what was that? was something licking it? what?

i opened my eyes, and turned to the left, zayn was there, his eyes slightly hooded by his eyelids, he was clutching my hand softly, scrubbing my blood-stained hands with a wipe.

"za-?"

"shh," he looked up into my drowsy, dry eyes, "you look like you haven't drank anything but your own tears for the past week."

honestly, i hadn't.

i glanced up at him, his eyes were red. was he crying?

"..-re you.."

"here," he interrupted, holding a glass of water, which i tried to take, but he kept a firm grasp onto the bottom.

"there you go." using both hands and the help of zayn's trusty hand, i brought the glass up to my lips and took a sip.

"..time.." i croaked.

"time for bed." he helped me stand up, and as i stumbled on his arm, my collarbone killing me, he whispered something about the doctor, but i either fainted from blood loss or went to sleep before i could process it.

louis didn't feel good.

he didn't even feel "goo".

he stood up, and without thinking, he walked forward aimlessly, before tripping over and hitting his nose on a lone stone.

his nose started to ooze with blood, he sighed, clutching it shut and trundling away.

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louis awoke with a start, his leaf-blanket rustling in the night, he heard a loud noise in the distance.

it sounded like thunder.

as if it was on cue, something cold splashed on louis' nose, and without warning, rain started bucketing down on him, drenching his clothes and hair.

the thunder crashed again, and the sky flashed, making him jump. he hated thunderstorms.

was he really going to give up because of a thunder storm?

he had to. he couldn't do it anymore.

he started to cry again.

"it's okay, babes, shh, stop crying, you're okay.."

god, how he wished he was still here.

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"louis-?"

"i'm sorry, harry. i can't do it anymore."

A/N

isnt this a fun little story