loucifer ✔

eighteen.

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[ about the story: warning, you might be up for a shock..maybe idk. ]

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Louis walked inside the school with his heart in his butt and his brain in his gut, he doesn't want to run into Ashton, but of course it had to be Tuesday, when Ashton is legitimately in his two classes.

And he's by his locker.

Louis changed his face from scared to pissed, he's got a busted lip, he called him a hoe,and he tried fighting Harry, in his fucking house..bitch get mad, Louis thought.

Louis walked towards his locker and started to roughly turn the lock. He snatched the locker door open and started rummaging through his bag to put stuff in he doesn't need.

"Um..Louis?" Ashton spoke, Louis rolled his eyes behind the locker, hiding his face.

He threw his book bag in his locker and grabbed his journals, slamming the locker shut and walking away.

"Lou!" Ashton called out again,Louis kept walking forward, until Ashton grabbed his wrist and pushed him back against a nearby locker,"the fuck!?"

"the fuck is right! Get off of me!" Louis shouted, dropping his journals and using his free hand to try and push Ashton away. Ashton looked around and leaned closer to Louis so he can hear him whisper.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you need to calm the fuck down." He harshly whispered

"Get. The fuck. Off of me!" He cried, looking around. Ashton dragged him closer and hugged him tightly, despite his protests he wouldn't let go.

"Calm down.." He mumbled in Louis' hair.

"No, get off!" Louis shouted, beating at his chest.

"Louis I'm sorry!" Ashton shouted

"Fuck you and your apology!" Louis shouted, grabbing his journals from off the floor and running away into his first class.

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Louis decided to eat lunch on the bleachers outside again, watching the football players practice again, kicking the ball around quickly.

"Hey, Louis!" Calum called out waving at him with a wide smile as he ran down the field, Louis chuckled at him and waved back. Calum called a break and ran up to him, snatching a couple of chips off his plate, earning a death glare from hungry Louis.

"Fucking rude." Louis said.

"I've been practicing for half an hour and we can't eat lunch until practice is over, I refuse to throw up on the field again because I didn't eat." Calum said with a mouth full of chips, "anyways how come you're not with Ash and Mikey?"

Louis scoffed and shook his head, "I'm avoiding Ashton."

"Why?" Calum pouted

"Because I hate him."

"Shit, what happened?" Calum hissed

Louis pointed to his lip and Calum ooh'd

"He tried to make my fuck buddy, now boyfriend jealous." He said aloud then leaning forward, "he used my sweet spot for granted." He whispered.

"He's a whole 'nother person when he's upset, one time his ex Luke was talking to Michael and he thought they were flirting and he just went ballistic, he jacked him up and everything." Calum explained, sneaking a few more of Louis' chips.

"Who's Luke?"

"A victim, that's who. Ashton hurt so many boys it makes no sense. Me and Mikey actually made up a nick name for him." He chuckled

"What is it?"

"Ash-hole." Calum laughed, making Louis chuckle a little.

"Why are you still friends with him?"

"Well, for one we share a flat, but we still live with our parents, and I've known him since like..twelve." Calum explained, "Michael and him clash sometimes, but I don't even know...with Ashton it's like you want to ignore him, but you can't cause he's so..there. It's impossible."

Louis rolled his eyes and a whistle blew, Calum stood up and brushed off his shorts, "gotta go, Lou. See you later!" He ran down the bleachers and onto the field, leaving Louis with nothing, but a sandwich.

"Oh, you little bitch!" He shouted.

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The bell rung and Louis finally could get out of that hell hole. He sighed deeply once he reached outside and took out his phone to text Harry that he was out, but his mouth was covered and was being dragged away, he kicked and screamed until he was slammed in the back of a car.

"Let me fucking go!" He screamed, trying to crawl out, but got violently pushed back, "get the fuck off of me you son of a bitch!" He spat thrashing around.

"Louis, chill!" Ashton yelled pinning his arms down.

"Ashton, get off, let me out!" Louis cried, Ashton just looked down on him and smirked.

"Ssh, baby.." He whispered, covering Louis' mouth.

Louis widened his eyes and whimpered. Ashton leaned down and whispered in his ear, "didn't you say you liked it rough?"

Louis started shaking his head frantically thrashing around, trying to get away, but it's no use.

"Please don't!" Louis sobbed, pushing Ashton away the best he could, until he was flipped over on his stomach, Ashton gripped his hips and pulled his hair, Louis yelped and cried. He refused to give up, but it's too late.

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Harry was in his kitchen cooking spaghetti with a weird spicy sauce he found while working his shift at Olive Garden "You takin' over the beat of my body, it just won't let up, won't let up!" He stirred the wooden spoon in the pot, "like a sledgehammer!" He sung..well, screamed loudly as he mixed the sauces, swaying his hips side to side, the doorbell rang and he skipped to the door humming with a big smile on his face.

He opened it to see a tired looking Louis gripping his stomach tightly and his smile dropped instantly.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and stepped closer to Louis, who was breathing irregularly, "babe?"

"H-Harry.." He whimpered, limping closer.

That was the last word that came out of Louis' mouth before he fell out into Harry's arms, unconscious.