Sitting in the noisy mess hall I stared down at the repulsive pile of sludge on my tray.
“Eat up Hemmings, we don’t get fed again until dinner.” Harry said quietly.
“Yeah, no chips on the couch in this place.” The short, brunette guy next to him muttered.
Smiling to himself, Harry took a bite of his food.
“What even is this?” Michael asked, raising a spoonful up to his eyes and examining it carefully.
“Lunch.” The brunette repeated.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” I spoke up.
“Tomlinson.” He grumbled.
“No shit, holy shit!” Michael breathed, “Tomlinson! Louis Tomlinson!”
Looking up from his meal Louis nodded slowly, “Do you I know you?”
“No, but I know you!” Michael cried, “Doncaster Rovers. You put that team on the map! Champions league! World cup! This guy played with Beckham! David Beckham! He’s on four different FIFA’s!”
“Sexy right?” Harry laughed.
Frowning at him playfully, Louis rolled his eyes.
“How did you end up in here?” Calum questioned nervously from the end of the table.
“How the fuck did you end up in here bitch ass?” Louis snapped.
“Hey!” Harry chided, “Be nice! And he’s in for homicide, aren’t you Hood?”
Lowering his spoon, Calum nodded.
“What are you in for?” Michael pressed.
“None of your fucking business you sonic looking motherfucker!” Louis snapped.
Raising, his hands in surrender, Michael returned his gaze to his meal.
“Are you all being nice over here?” a voice sighed next to me.
Startled, half expecting a knife up the ass I whirled around to find a large, rather buff guy standing behind me.
“Liam! Payno! Payne Train!” Harry cried, “You ready to rumble under the highway later?”
“I don’t know about any highway.” Liam said slowly, “But if you’re still up for a boxing session you know where to find me.”
“It’s from a musical.” I spoke up, “Rumble under the highway, it’s from Westside story, which is essentially a modernized retelling of Romeo and Juliette….or it was, when it was written it’s fairly dated now.”
“The fuck are you on about?” Louis demanded, “You sound gay as hell. You better keep quiet talking like that in here someone’s going to make you their bitch.”
My eyes widening, I watched as Liam smiled at me sympathetically before walking away.
“You seem like a sweetheart.” Harry said softly, “So I’m trying to help you…. It’s better if you keep your butthole shut, and your mouth shut…. And your eyes shut or you’re going to see someone wanking.”
Disgusted I nodded slowly.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Startled, I whirled around a second time, subconsciously clenching my butt muscles, to find Ashton looking down at me.
Smiling nervously he reached a hand up and ran his fingertips through his hair.
“Hi.” I said quietly, “Is there room here?”
“Yes of course!” Harry said quickly, “Hemmings move ove…”
“No.” I interrupted, “I’m sorry but there isn’t any room here.”
“Yes there is.” Harry laughed, “Don’t be silly just mo…”
“He can’t sit here.” I snapped.
“Why not?” Michael questioned.
“Because I don’t want a lying, back stabbing, cock sucker to sit with us.” I spat, slamming my spoon down on the table, earning the attention of everyone in the room.
“Hey.” Harry said slowly, “There’s a lot of cock suckers here, ain’t that right Tommy?”
Fighting a smirk, Louis rolled his eyes.
“What is your problem?” Ashton whispered.
“You wanna know my problem?” I demanded, standing up, “It’s you! You fucked my life up! So if you know what’s fucking good for you you’ll stay far the fuck! Away from me! Got it?”
Looking embarrassed, Ashton sent me a pained look before scurrying away.
“Damn Hemmings.” Louis breathed as I sat back down, “I didn’t think you had that in you?”
“You thought wrong.” I snapped, taking a bite of the slop on my plate, ignoring the stares boring into my back.
“Who are you?” Harry asked quietly.
My stomach churning I fought the urge to throw what I’d eaten back up as I shrugged.
“I was wrong about you.” Louis said slowly, “I thought you were a prissy ass little shit who ran one too many reds, but you’ve got it in you, you belong here. With us.”
