Our Hands are Tied

Week 1: Day 1, Saturday

Louis woke up lying next to Styles.

Too close to Styles.

He realised with a jolt that Styles had moved closer to him in the night- and was spooning him.

He promptly shoved the boy off of him- who woke up and stared at him confusedly.

"What was that for?!" Oh- Styles didn't look happy.

He decided that this was one of those times it was best to lie. 

"I'm hungry- so I woke you up."

"Bitch seriously?"

"Yea."

"Fine"

Styles pushed him off the bed before getting up himself. 

They made their way down the stairs- bickering quietly as they did so.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs they heard a female voice call out Styles' name.

Styles stopped in shock, before turning to him and narrowing his eyes.

"You will call me by my first name. Got it?"

"Fine whatever- why?"

"My sister."

They started walking again. Styles- Harry pushed open the door to the kitchen and motioned  him through. A young woman was sitting at the table- and her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the two boys handcuffed together.

"Harry? Why do you have a boy attached to you?"

"Uh- this is Louis- school project, did mum not tell you?"

"Oh yea! She did but I forgot."

The woman turned to look at him.

"Hi! I'm Gemma- Harry's sister, nice to meet you." She extended a hand for him to shake, which he took. He smiled at her in response.

"Do you two want breakfast?"

"Yea- this wanker woke me up cause he was hungry."

Louis turned his head to glare at Harry.

"Harry- I was hungry, is that a crime?"

"Louis- I was asleep, is that a crime?"

Gemma looked between the two- and motioned for them to sit.

***

It was about an hour later and Louis was bored out of his mind.

"Sty- Harry, can we go to the park of summat?"

"If you want" Harry sounded annoyed to say the least.

Louis quickly dragged the boy off the sofa and pulled him out the door, Harry shouted goodbye to Gemma before following Louis. They struggled a for minute while trying to put on hoodies- but eventually managed it.

The park was a ten minute walk from Harry's house. They walked at a slow pace, a comfortable silence settling over them.

When they reached the park they made their way towards the basket swing- awkwardly clambering on it. There was a few young kids on the slide- completely oblivious to what was going on, the person (presumably the mother) in charge of the kids was staring at them with narrowed eyes. 

After about ten minutes the children came over to the swing, begging if they could go on it, they clambered out awkwardly, and made their way to the small walkway that circled around the park. 

They were abruptly stopped by a shout, and the woman in charge of the children came over to them.

"May I ask why you two are handcuffed?" She had an posh british accent which was laced with an american twang.