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irl

nothing is going through my mind except the fact that i've run away from my house, i've probably been on newspapers, and now someone who was probably looking for me the whole time founf me in a completely different country living a completely different life.

"Y/N" was all i heard, just the repetiveness fucked with my mind. hearing a voice i haven't heard in MONTHS, now shouting my name across a pizzeria in italy.

i take my apron off, even if you were a waitress, you had to wear one for hygienic purposes.

i turn quickly and see my co-worker stop louis at the door.

"sir you can't go in, this is a staff only area."

"I HAVE TO SEE Y/N!" louis said in an angry tone, i haven't heard him speak like this in a while...

"y-y/n..?"  my co- worker said.

"how do you know y/n?"

"she used to live in london! she's been all over the news in the past months ever since she left to italy. the whole of London is looking for her! protests and everything!"

maria, my co-worker, just froze and turned to me, i gulped as i grabbed my bag, quickly said goodbye to my manager and told him i'll explain everything tomorrow.

he didn't mind. i walked out through the back door, contemplating my life decisions. praying that i won't see louis again.

i rush home which is a few blocks down.

tw

within a few seconds, i felt someone grasp my hand and pull me over to an alleyway full of trash, hand over mouth, as i try to shout.

my eyes go blurry.
tears roll down my eyes within seconds, hoping that i'll be able to leave this alleyway as quick as possible.

my eyes quickly go back to normal when the shouting of louis fills my ears.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE Y/N EVERYONE IS LOOKING FOR YOU IN LONDON AND YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LEAVE? YOURE MOTHER HAS BEEN CRYING EVERYDAY SINCE AND I CANT GO A DAY WITHOUT HEARING YOUR VOICE BEING SHOUTED BY PROTESTORS IN CENTRAL LONDON." 

i was lost for words.

louis smashed my face into the brick wall behind me and led me to getting an awfully large cut in the side of my face.

"AND YOU DONT REPLY TO YOUR MESSAGES? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE."

he gets stopped by police..

"HANDS UP." the police said slowing approaching louis.he sighs in anger and punches me once more, this time completely knocking me out.

all i saw was black.

                   ((((    LOUIS POV:   ))))

i put my hands in the air, completely regretting what i did to y/n. i just want to hit myself a billion times.

her unconscious body layer down on the ground as her wound spills everywhere with blood.

the other police officers run towards her as i get out in handcuffs.

the waitress i shouted at before, coming out and crying on the ground as she watches y/n be carried away into the police car, her floppy body just laying.

i regret everything. my acting career that has just started when y/n left london, could now be ruined because of my violence.

i was put in another police car and taken to a police station, where i had to explain everything that has happened.

a/n:
short chapter but it's spicy.